Fighter Gets Owned

- By Reginald

Thieving bastard!

That was my first reaction when I saw the photo on this website. For weeks I’ve been fuming about this and finally I’ve decided to speak out. Of course I’ve read the comments that were posted and it’s mostly bullshit. Racketkid38 was the only one who got it right when he pointed out that this was the work of a chick. It was a lady that busted this fighter boy alright and I know because it was me. And let me warn you all now, if I ever find out who stole my photo I will crush your pathetic balls and send YOUR photo to this site for comments!

Anyway, before I get to the juicy details of how I wrecked this punk’s manhood let me give you a little background to the story.

The event was a no-holds-barred fight competition and the place - a dingy club on the outskirts of our town. One of those sleazy, low-rent joints that relies on unauthorized activities for survival. The basement was rented out by a local fight club and was packed with a rowdy crowd of spectators, all clamoring for some hard-core, barbaric action.

For me nothing can quite match the sight of two hot young studs, pumped full of testosterone, trying to prove their superiority in the ring. The hatred in the fighters’ eyes, the thud of fists striking muscle, the spray of blood and sweat, it’s raw, intense and totally addictive. For me the best part is always at the end; the victor flaunting his invincible body to taunt his beaten opponent as he lies nursing a bruised body and crushed ego.

It was at one of these fights that I hooked up with my current boyfriend and, as you probably guessed, he was one of the guys in the ring. So before we get to my fun with that Latino, you need to know a thing or two about my man.

Steve is as impressive in the ring as he is in bed, an irresistible blend of power and youthful virility. Despite his youth, this tough stud is already a local legend. Even when facing bigger, more experienced fighters he remains fearless, even arrogant, and for good reason. Few opponents can cope with his explosive fighting style : a high-intensity blend of speed and power that usually overwhelms his opponents from the first bell. It’s a great site to see a brave challenger pounded to defeat in just a few rounds, but when he faces a worthy opponent the results can be truly spectacular.

I yearn for these fights, the chance to see Steve’s trained muscles being tested to the limit. I have seen him take crushing body blows that would cripple any normal man. On rare occasions I have even seen him punched to the floor, clutching his battered torso and groaning in pain. Yet each time he finds the strength to get back to his feet, gritting his teeth in determination and fighting on until victory is his. That unbreakable body combined with his stunning looks is a huge turn-on, but it takes even more than that to satisfy a girl like me.

The first time I saw Steve in the ring, clad only in his tight wrestling trunks I knew he was blessed in every department. My eyes were drawn to his impressive bulge that clearly revealed it’s treasured contents. The stretched fabric hugging a long, thick cock and stretching almost obscenely over the two hefty orbs below. Clearly, if it takes balls to be a fighter, then Steve is equipped like a real warrior. At every fight he fearlessly flaunts this formidable pouch as if inviting his opponents to kick him in the junk. I used to gaze at that bulge wondering if my lover-boy really had such tough nuts and just the thought of seeing those bull-balls getting flattened made me wet with excitement. In the end it took many fights before anyone tried to crack those oversized eggs.

For some strange reason, there is a code of honor between guys when it comes to attacking the groin. Even in the seedy world of underground fighting it’s rare to see an intentional low-blow. In Steve’s case, as soon as the round started that big bulge was pretty safely guarded. For a start, he would overwhelm many opponents like a human hurricane before they could even land a punch. He was so fearsome in the ring I had no doubt he would get terrible revenge on anyone who tried to crack his man-eggs.

Of course I am well aware just how vulnerable men’s balls are and I’m not afraid to exploit this male weakness myself. If any hot-shot tries to get his way with me I won’t hesitate to drive my boot into his delicate little nuts. One solid strike between the legs is usually all it takes and suddenly the horny stud is reduced to a pathetic wreck, writhing on the ground and clutching his crushed balls. I love how powerful it makes me feel to bring a proud man to his knees. When I do, I usually snap a pic with my cell while the guy is still writhing on the ground. I have dozens of pics on my phone. Looking back at my gallery of victims I often wonder who’s balls survived the encounter with my boots !

Not all men are so pathetic, however, and my respect goes to the few that stay on their feet and try to fight back. Of course no man has “balls-of-steel” or whatever. Their soft male organs still get horribly mangled by a powerful kick but it’s so fucking hot just watching their reaction. Often the traumatized stud will scream out in fury as he clutches his abused baby-makers, determined to fight through the gut wrenching agony. Before the tough guy comes to his senses, I make my exit, leaving the poor brute with no way to vent his rage and humiliation. As for Steve, I was sure he could handle some real abuse to those mighty bull-balls and I was longing to see him prove it.

That’s why you’ll find me at ring side for all of Steve’s fights. As much as I love the fighting itself, I always harbor the secret desire to see those big, juicy nuts getting flattened. I’ve never been one to hide my views and I get a real kick out of taunting Steve’s opponents and even inciting them to fight dirty. Just like my man, I don’t pull my punches and I’ll endlessly mock their inferior masculinity while praising Steve's “crown jewels”. Their look of shame and anger at being mocked by a girl is priceless and, of course, if they want to get to me they have to get past Steve first!

Well I could talk all day about me and Steve but now I’m going to tell the juicy details of how this Latin stud met his fate.

According to the fight promoter this kid comes from Mexico and goes by the name of Esteban. I had never seen him in action, but apparently he had a short but unbeaten record and was considered a rising star in other parts. However the moment he was announced as Steve’s opponents the crowd did not sound enthusiastic. This Mexican was unknown in our town and the cynical spectators dismissed him as more fist-fodder for the arrogant champ. They were desperately seeking a challenger that would finally destroy Steve in the ring and burst his bloated ego.

As the Mexican walked through the crowd there were still a few hopeful voices from the crowd.
“Come on kid, you can beat him !” yelled one guy.
“Yeah, destroy that cocky son-of-a-bitch !” roared another.

The Mexican fighter climbed into the ring and began to warm-up. He was wearing long, silky boxing shorts as if ashamed to reveal his boy bulge and who could blame him when faced with a total stud like Steve.

I stood up and pointed at him. “Hey loser !” I yelled “You’ve got no balls and no fucking chance !”

Seconds later the champion was announced and Steve emerged into the crowd and strode confidently up to the ring. He looked stunning as ever and seemed deaf to the angry howls and boos from the crowd. He entered the ring with an athletic leap and approached his opponent, bristling with aggressive intent, his chest filled out like a prize-winning cockerel.

Both fighters were of similar height and in good shape but Steve looked far more intimidating. His upper body was bulkier and more defined and he had the arrogant demeanor of a champion. He had defeated far more imposing challengers and he sneered at his dark skinned opponent with utter distain. He raised his arms and slowly flexed his perfect biceps just inches from his opponents face. Then, with an arrogant sneer he paced around the ring, enjoying the abusive shouts from the angry crowd. His gloved hands were clenched tight and his perfectly sculpted body glistened under the lights as if carved from marble. He ended his arrogant display by grabbing his big pouch and running his other hand over his muscular chest and abs

“You got the crown jewels, baby !” I yelled, licking my lips sensually.

Despite the anger of this mob, there was no hiding their jealousy, and who could blame them. Those morons could only dream of being like Steve; a handsome, invincible warrior with a sexy, big-breasted girlfriend. As for the chicks in the crowd, they openly drooled when Steve flaunted his shit in the ring. I knew they secretly lusted after him and I often caught them glaring at me, green with envy.

The Mexican watched sullenly from his corner as Steve paraded his sexy physique. He looked nervous being in the same ring as this superior being and I was sure this fight would be over pretty quick.

As soon as the bell rang, Steve attacked with his usual fiery aggression, hunting down his opponent, casually dodging the wild swings before unleashing his own barrage of punches. Steve’s superior skills were immediately apparent, his brutal fists making a loud thud as they struck the Latino’s trained body. Soon the Mexican was on the ropes desperately trying to defend against Steve’s dominating attack. I screamed in excitement as a mighty punch from Steve brought the battling Latino to the ground, winded and hurting. The fight was stopped and slowly the Latino got to his feet to continue. At least he had the guts to continue and it seemed that Steve was in no rush to finish this. When the bell rang out the end of the first round the Mexican had taken a pretty good beating. Steve sneered and ambled to his corner, casually stretching his shoulders and bouncing his hard pecs. He was in his element now and had hardly broken sweat.

When the bell rang it was Esteban that took the initiative, storming out of the ring to attack my surprised boyfriend with grim determination. A hard punch in the face left Steve stunned and forced him on the defensive. The crowd roared their support, seeing this challenger still had some fight left in him. Steve was on the back foot as he he blocked and dodged the fierce attack. Then as his opponent tired he started to turn the tide. Soon the cocky fighter had regained the initiative and was toying with an exhausted Esteban. After dodging a wild swing, Steve powered a gut-buster into the Latino’s mid section leaving him doubled over and gasping. With a smile he stepped back to admire the effects of his brutal punch. As the crowd urged the winded Mexican to fight on, Steve stood just out of range and taunted him. He ran his hands over his own sexy abs as if inviting his opponent to test them.

“What are you waiting for?” I yelled at Esteban. “Scared of those muscles, huh? Grow some fucking balls and fight like a man!”

Steve laughed at my comment and glanced down, gyrating his hips to show off his superior equipment. He turned to me and winked when, with a desperate yell, the Mexican charged and launched a brutal kick. I gasped in shock seeing that heavy boot aimed straight at my boyfriends bulging junk. Just before impact Steve shrieked in fear turning his hips just in time to save his manhood from getting crunched. The Mexican’s boot barely brushing his cock as it struck air, throwing him off balance. As the Latino stumbled Steve pounced, sending a vicious punch to the back of the head and his opponent fell like a stone, groaning and dazed at Steve’s feet.

The bell rang to end the round and Steve puffed his chest out and stood over his sprawled foe. For a few seconds he looked stunned and cupped his vulnerable balls clearly relieved that they had escaped that devastating kick.

Slowly his lips curled in a mean smile as he filled his chest and clenched his fists to show off his hard trained body under the spotlights. The arrogant stud looked truly invincible standing over his floored opponent who lay sprawled on the mat groaning weakly.

The sullen crowd fell silent in utter disappointment. Some muttered their misgivings while others scowled at the despised champion.

Enjoying their dismay, Steve pumped his fist again and thumped his chest as if inviting a more worthy challenger. Then he flexed his hot muscles to further incite the crowd’s anger. I climbed through the ropes towards my valiant warrior and sensually ran both hands over his solid muscular body, my head resting on his powerful chest. My ears were deaf to the jibes and howls of the crowd as I continued to shamelessly worship my invincible man. As I ran my hand down his hard abs and over the rim of his trunks I could hear his slight gasp as my fingers spread like tentacles around that big manly bulge.

As I groped and rubbed his porn-star assets I could feel the warm, wet feeling spread between my legs. Within seconds I could feel him responding to my sensual massage. His big rod was soon throbbing in my hands and pushing out to the side of his tight trunks. I continued to stroke his swelling cock as I reached down with my other hand to roughly grope his big beefy balls. Steve moaned in response and I knew this stallion was totally under my spell now. My blood raced as I felt his trained body go tense, all those manly muscles at the mercy of my slim fingers. The crowd’s jeers of disgust seemed to add to the ecstatic thrill.

Suddenly I yelled out in pain as my hand was struck hard. My palm was forced up against Steve’s pelvis, squashing those big testicles in a painful sandwich. The big stud roared in confused anger pushing me away to the ropes as he leaned forward clutching his groin. I looked around in fury, rubbing my sore hand. The Mexican low-life was slowly crawling back to his corner to escape retaliation from his cowardly attack. I was fuming that this filthy cheat had managed to upset our passionate display and crowd’s obvious enjoyment was really making my blood boil.

“Coward !” I yelled, glaring at the cowering cheat “You still want to fight, huh? So get on your feet if you’ve got any balls and Steve will kick your pathetic ass!”

My words seem to register and I smiled meanly as I watched the Latino weakly struggle to his feet. Now I would see Steve unleash his fury on this pathetic opponent.

Behind me the spectators were jeering and clapping and I turned slowly to see what the commotion was about. My jaw dropped in horror at the site in front of me.

My boyfriend was now fully doubled over and swaying weakly as if mortally wounded. His handsome face was screwed up in pain and both hands were tenderly nursing his groin. With a pitiful cry the champ finally surrendered to his pain, slumping to his knees to the delight of the crowd. Steve fell hard on his side, his fit young body rocking in agony as he clutched his traumatized testicles. I stared, dumb-struck, unable to believe that my rugged hero had been floored so easily. I swore loudly, stamping my foot in frustration which only drew hysterically laughter from the crowd..

“Screw you! All of you!” I screamed at the faceless mass and stormed towards my boyfriend who was still shamelessly clutching his battered bulge.

I grabbed his hair angrily and stared into his tortured face. “What the fuck are you playing at ?” I snarled.

“Oh fuck,” he pleaded in broken gasps. “Honey...he got the balls...of fuck he smashed my fucking balls!”

I slapped him hard across the face to bring him to his senses. “You’re a disgrace!” I barked forcefully. “Get on your feet like a man and stop acting like a fucking loser!”

With a hard pull on his hair I raised the wounded fighter to his feet, pushing him upright in his corner. I grabbed his throat and raised my knee until it touched his groin. “Now kick his fucking ass or I will show you what it's like to REALLY have your balls wrecked!"

I pushed him into the corner once again and stepped back. My harsh words seemed to sink in and with extreme effort he stayed on his feet.

“Fuck!” Steve spat in fury, shaking his head defiantly and gritting his teeth. "No one goes after these nuts and lives!" He said grabbing his sore baby-makers and giving them a rub. “That son of a bitch is going to fucking pay!”

Every muscle of this fighting machine was tensed and ready for revenge. I noticed Esteban was standing uneasily in his corner and I retreated to my seat, ready to watch the carnage unfold.

The bell rang out for another round and both fighters emerged cautiously from their corners. Esteban still looked dazed and groggy while Steve was slow on his feet and clearly troubled by the pain between his legs. The champ stalked his battered opponent with one fist raised for attack while the other hand cautiously guarded his groin. The Mexican would not get another shot at his vulnerable bull-balls.

“Come on Steve, make him suffer!” I yelled.

I licked my lips as I watched my man, all pumped-up and snarling, clearly intent on revenge. His opponent was a beaten man, and Steve was planning how to inflict the most suffering. After circling the weary Mexican for a while he finally went on the attack, feigning a punch to the jaw, then followed up with a wicked blow to the gut causing Esteban to double over groaning in pain. Steve followed up with a flurry of light punches leaving his opponent to defend in desperation. Driven against the ropes, Steve now pounded his battered torso, each strike leaving a deep red mark and drawing painful groans from the Latino. Soon Esteban was rocking on his feet, unable to defend himself and ready to drop at the next punch.

Steve finally stopped the onslaught and took a step back to admire his destructive power. Then he snarled, and drew his fist back for the final killer punch, aimed at the Mexican’s jaw. The crowd was silenced, knowing what was to come, Steve’s deadly uppercut had never failed to lay an opponent out cold.

I gasped as Steve launched his fist but, at the very last moment, he changed target. Crouching down he powered his fist hard into Esteban’s silky trunks. The sickening thud echoed around the basement as Steve’s fist struck the Latino’s groin lifting him clear off the ground.

The poor Mexican kid landed, howling in agony and clutching his groin. Red faced he stumbled towards his corner, doubled over and coughing deeply. He clutched at the ropes, rolling his head and rubbing his crushed manhood.

“Yeah !” Steve yelled again, pumping his fist ecstatically. He held the pose admiring the powerful muscles that had just crushed his opponents sex organs.

He smiled as he watched his opponent suffer then sauntered up him and roughly slapped him on the back. “So you like to fight dirty? Huh?“ he snarled,“Well let’s see you fight now I’ve crushed your puny balls.”

The Latino gagged and suddenly his muscular body convulsed as he coughed deeply.
“Yeah!” Steve mocked him “Go on, fucking puke! That’ll teach you to kick a real man in the balls.”

Steve turned away from the Latino to face the wrath of the crowd. With a cocky smile he flexed his hot muscles again and thrusting his hips forward rhythmically. Enraptured by his erotic celebration I stepped gracefully into the ring and stood, licking my lips, as he continued to show off his hot body. He was really enjoying himself now, pumped with adrenaline and gleefully inciting the hatred of the maddened crowd. He had taken his sweet revenge and the cheating Latino was suffering the consequences. He scowled in annoyance when a hand grasped his shoulder.

Steve turned, glaring and a look of shock passed his face as he recognized the grim face of the Latino fighter. In the same instance Esteban rammed his leg upwards into Steve's trunks. The crowd gasped as the brutal knee nailed it’s target with a sickening crunch. The shocked champ could only stare blankly as he felt his aching jewels getting pulverized. Steve’s jaw dropped in horror and he staggered back feeling for his crushed testicles. Suddenly his legs collapsed and he thrashed around on the floor uselessly pawing at his crotch with his gloved hands. All of those proud male muscles now flexed uselessly as he writhed and twisted on the mat. I felt a rush of blood to my head, but it wasn’t just shock and anger. I could actually feel myself getting flushed and wet at the site of my hot stud tortured by the crushing blow to his proud male organs.

Of course I still screamed at the big stud to take it like man but Steve was deaf to the world, drowning in a sea of pain. He was now gasping and crying out in pain, desperately clutching at his wounded balls.

“Fuck…uuuugh…oh god… oh my balls. I GIVE, I fucking give…oh my fucking balls!” he cried out between gasps as he slapped the mat in submission.

I was totally crushed by Steve’s submission and turned angrily to face the Latino that had caused us both such humiliation.

Esteban looked down in apparent disbelief, his fit tanned body glimmering with sweat and was heavily bruised from Steve’s punishing fists. Wincing he rubbed his aching groin, then slowly raised his fist, smiling meekly. With a roaring cheer the crowd leapt to their feet and converged in unison towards the ring in a chaotic rabble. Powerless, I was swept forward by the tide.

I struggled in vain to escape but was forced up against the edge of the ring by the stampeding herd. As the crowd swept past to cheer their new hero I looked up to see Steve on the mat right right above me. He was on his hands and knees, alone and almost forgotten by the crowd. He clutched at his rock-hard abs and suddenly his powerful frame convulsed as he dry retched and spat weakly on the mat. For the first time I actually felt sympathy for the poor brute. This big macho stud had seen victory torn from his grasp, his proud young testicles had been brutally mashed and to add to his humiliation he now looked on the verge of puking. I passed him a metal bucket from the floor and reached up to stroke his back. He turned to me, groaning weakly as he cupped his poor busted nuts and shook his head in pain and disbelief. He cried out suddenly as a wave of pain racked his hard body and clutching his washboard stomach. After retching deeply he vomited violently into the bucket before falling on his side, moaning and clutching himself in despair.

Two burly bouncers soon emerged to carry Steve out of the ring to the delight of the crowd. The ring was now empty and the crowd turned their attention back to me for their amusement.

“Hey lady, where’s your tough hero now, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess Steve’s the one with no balls now?” another guy laughed.

“You won’t be getting any action tonight, bitch!” shouted an older woman.

“Hey. I’ll screw her!” shouted a young kid, “if she wants a man with balls that still work!”

For the first time I was speechless and I just kept my head down and tried to force my way out of the crowd. Eventually I escaped and crept cautiously towards the fighters’ changing room. Seeing Steve puking his guts out had really unnerved me. It had been fucking hot seeing Steve getting nutted but now I was deeply concerned that his fragile bull-balls may have ruptured. My sex-life was at stake here and it would not be easy to find another guy that could match Steve.

I hid behind a locker and peered into the room. There was my poor man alright, sitting on the bench, groaning and feeling himself. I was shocked to see the proud man reduced to this pathetic wreck.

Seeing Steve alone I was about to approach when a dark figure walked in silently through a side door and stood in front of the suffering hunk. It was that damned Latino, Esteban. He was stark naked but still wearing his unlaced fighting gloves. I stayed out of site, wary of being caught in the men’s changing rooms.

Steve face was screwed up in pain. He glanced up nervously to see what was blocking the light and groaned seeing the perpetrator of his torment.

Esteban remained silent and started to do Steve's victory pose that he did in the ring and gyrated his hips slowly, making his genitals swing between his legs. I gasped quietly. Damn, I had got this Latino all wrong, this dude was seriously hung! Behind his long meaty cock his heavy balls swung low in a hairy sack. I was really enjoying this spectacle and impressed that this timid Mexican had the nerve to taunt my arrogant boyfriend. Esteban knew full well that his package was in no way superior to Steve’s but at least he was still standing!

"Hey amigo, I guess my big cojones are pretty tough, huh? How are yours?” He said with a thick accent.

“Leave me … alone” Steve groaned and spat down at the floor.

“Sorry amigo," the Latino smiled and rubbed Steve’s neck. "Still feeling a little sore?”

“Fuck off!” Steve growled. It was a hollow threat as he was totally at the mercy of the Latino. His big frame convulsed as he was racked by a wave of pain. “Oh fuck… my nuts” he croaked pitifully as he held his manhood.

Esteban peered down at my broken boyfriend with a look approaching sympathy. “You’re a damn good fighter, amigo.” He said genuinely. “You deserved to win today and I would accept defeat at your hands."

Steve peered up confused.“If you weren’t such a fucking jerk, you . . . fucking cheat!" he paused to rub his crotch while Esteban smiled. “You only won . . . ‘cos you kneed me . . . in the fucking balls . . .” he gasped through gritted teeth, struggling to speak through the pain. “and those…those PUNY balls would be mincemeat…if you weren’t wearing a fucking cup!”

Steve scowled his face turning red with shame and anger.

Esteban raised his eyebrows. “Cup? You think I wear a cup, amigo?” he chuckled. “Did you feel plastic when you punched my cojones?”

Esteban waited for a reply and I continued to gaze, fascinated to see where this was going.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but could form no words. He seemed to gawp like a frog before lowering his head in defeat and turning his attention back to his poor weak testicles.

“That’s right amigo!” Esteban grabbed his hairy nut sack, stretching his bulging meatballs towards Steve’s face. “Real men don't need to shield their manhood in a fight."

Steve clenched his fists by his side and glanced up at the tempting target. Esteban must have noticed, because he was smiling again.

“Yeah, take your best shot, champ,” the Latino smiled totally unafraid, admiring his hefty balls. “They’re not so puny, huh?”

There was no doubt Steve deserved this humiliation but I was starting to get pissed. This was my boyfriend after all.

“You…fucking queer!” Steve spat. “I'll fucking waste you right now." He winced from another bolt of pain and leaned forward clutching his guts. He made a pathetic attempt to push the Mexican away.

“You really think so ?” Esteban smiled raising his eyes “So stand up and show me!”

“Fuck you!” Steve yelled in exasperation.

“Come on! All those muscles and you can’t even stand.” Esteban smiled mockingly, grabbing Steve by his upper arm, but Steve remained planted on the bench. "What's wrong homes? Did I crack your huevos? Damn man, those are some weak balls man, even for a white guy. What do you have down there, baby nuts?"

By now I was really fuming both at Esteban’s audacity and Steve’s weakness. No doubt the Latino had a hefty pair of nuts but surely he had noticed the huge bulge in Steve’s trunks before he crushed it with his knee. I was confident that Steve’s smooth bull-balls were superior to those hairy Latino eggs. Why the fuck didn’t Steve face the music!

Damn, if Steve wasn’t man enough to defend his honor I would do it myself. I saw the Latino lean over to drag my boyfriend to his feet and saw my opportunity to attack!

I crept along the wall behind Esteban who was straining to lift my humiliated boyfriend. His tanned legs were spread revealing his tough man-eggs as a perfect target for my boot. Up close they looked even larger and heavier. Time to see how tough those balls really are!

With a running start I powered my foot up hard between his muscular legs. A loud ‘crunch’ echoed around the locker room. The Latino fighter made a guttural scream and he fell forward on top of Steve. With his head resting on Steve’s shoulder his hands dropped to clutch his mighty balls. The poor fighter coughed deeply and I knew my heavy boots had found their targets.

With a scream of agony he raised his head and turned to seek his attacker. He staggered, eyes blinded by tears and he shook his head from side to side wildly as if in denial. With a fearsome howl he raised his head to face me his gloved hands pathetically groping his tortured groin. I waited for him to collapse but he remained doubled over on his feet and coughed again.

“How are your big cojones feel?" I yelled. "You don't look so tough now, do you?”

“Puta!” He spat and coughed again. Then he made a sickening groan and with great effort slowly rose to his full height and cautiously stepped towards me, one hand shielding his wounded balls.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered to myself, deeply impressed. I nearly ruptured testicles with these boots and his guy was still standing. Well, not for long, this tough son of a bitch was about to face one tougher bitch!

The Latino was weakened and in agony but he was still a pro fighter and a very angry one. One mistake and he could kill me. I had to fight smart and take advantage of his blind rage. I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon and grabbed the only thing at hand a shoe lace from one of the benches.

Suddenly the naked Latino charged at me, looking for a quick easy win. I was prepared and spun away out of his grasp. He crashed into a wall of lockers, stunned but still wisely protecting his injured balls. I attacked instantly, wrapping the boot lace around his muscular neck and pulling both ends tight.

“Bitch!” he gagged, his one gloved hand pawing uselessly at his throat. He thrashed trying to throw me off but I kept the lace tight as his body bucked in desperation. He tried to punch my body but I danced away, keeping my tight grip on the laces all the time. He was soon making hideous gasping noises and both hands tried to save his neck from the throttling.

He leaned forward and I saw the gap I wanted. The Latino gasped for air as I released the lethal cord but his relief did not last long. "No!" He screamed out in despair as my hands shot between his legs and grabbed his hairy ball-sack.

“YES!” I screamed in reply, squeezing his bruised bruised baby-makers with both hands. Damn! His nuts were impressive, probably even a mach for Steve's!

"I can't believe you were boasting about these pathetic things." I snarled and twisted his nuts between my hands. "But lets see how tough they really are."

I sensed the Latin jock's panic as I shifted his meaty testicles between each hand. He knew I owned them and there was nothing he could do about it. Then with grim determination, I grit my teeth as my slender fingers bore down on his vulnerable sex organs. I ignored the agonized howling and writhing of the Latino fighter, and focused solely on crushing his sex organs. This ball-busting bastard had tried to ruin my sex-life and now I was going to ruin his, for good. With any luck, this would finish his fighting career as well as any hopes of having little cheating kids.

“You want to give in?" I yelled, already beginning to feel flustered.

“Aaagh! Fuck you bitch!” he screamed bravely.

I did not want Steve to see my limits of cruelty so with a vicious grip on his balls I forced him to walk forward through the door he had entered. It was a small room, probably used for relaxation or massage before the fights and I saw the Latino’s clothes bundled in a corner next to a low bed. I closed the door to hide the noise.

“Puta bitch, let me go!” he ordered, squirming as I increased my tight grip on his nuts. "Ugh, no . . . please."

“Si !” I screamed, almost in orgasm as I felt the soft meaty orbs flatten between my brutal fingers. Each renewed squeeze drew screams of agony from the tortured fighter but when I relaxed my grip he would swear and bravely try to escape my grip. I shrieked in my efforts to rupture his sperm banks, yet after each brutal squeeze the flattened organs stubbornly resumed their normal shape. Maybe not balls-of-steel but these testicles seemed un-burstable and the tortured Latino was still fighting.

Taking a deep breath I changed my tactics, grabbing his swelling right nut in both hands.
“Say goodbye to your balls!” I screamed. I squeezed with all my strength, hoping to feel the resilient organ finally burst in my hands. Esteban was now wailing as his proud huevo was being deformed like putty. The big gonad was now almost flat between my hand so I started rolling the squashed organ between my palms. Even if that tough shell wouldn’t burst I was determined to mash it’s delicate contents.

“Ok, fine! I give!” Esteban screamed suddenly before losing the ability to speak to a violent coughing fit.

His humiliating submission made me smile, but I did not let up with my destructive testicle mashing.

My tough victim fell silent for the first time, mouth open in a silent scream as his legs collapsed and his face fell forward onto the bed. I still gripped his balls that were pulled through the back of his legs. With all my strength I held his ass suspended up in the air by the stretched cords of his crushed testicles. He bore the pain silently, his face was down into the pillows and his entire body quivered under my crushing grip.

Finally I released my grasp as my strength faded. The broken man collapsed on the bed, his mouth slowly biting at the air, as he felt for his wrecked manhood. His muscular body writhed for a few second before he fell unconscious. With great effort I rolled him onto his back. His busted testicles were now an unnaturally red, even bulkier than normal but incredibly still intact.

“Now you’re a real match for Steve.” I laughed and gently weighed his big balls in my hand. Then I stood back to admire my destruction of this proud male fighter.

Up to now I had spent so much time gazing at Steve and blinded by rage that I had hardly noticed how steamy hot this latin boy was. And a fucking tough stud too! It had taken some heinous methods to finally defeat him and only after Steve had pummeled his body and I smashed his balls!

I kneeled down to get a close-up of the damage I had wrought on Steve’s tormentor. For some reason my last words still echoed through my head like a broken record.

“Now you’re a real match for Steve.”

My heart was pounding as I tried to imagine this Latino as he could have been. With a few more muscles, a lot more fighting skill and maybe a trim here or there he would be hard to resist. I couldn’t help myself groping those big cojones one more time then I picked up his gloved hands and rested his hands over his dangling balls.

Seeing his masculine beauty up close I was stunned by the realization of what I had just done to this stud. Fortunately the door opened and I snapped out of my trance.

Steve staggered in naked, cupping his sore bull balls and wincing. He looked in shock at the sight of me standing over his former adversary.

“You…you beat him? But how?” he stammered in shock.

I turned to face Steve angrily and stood up. “If you ever piss me off, you’ll find out!" I smiled meanly. I was not going to forgive Steve so easily for humiliating me publicly.

Steve frowned.

“Yeah, ok whatever.” Steve dismissed me and stared down at his broken adversary.

“The next time we fight, I'll be ready for him, and his dirty low blows! Fucking cheater." Steve snarled at the body on the ground. Then he flexed his muscular body, to reassure himself of his power.

“Yeah, you’re going to wish you were never born, punk !” he cracked his knuckles.

I stared at him. "Ha! You think you’ve got the balls to face him?” I asked sarcastically.

Steve looked hurt. "Yeah, I’ve got the balls!” He snapped back at me, groping his groin.
Then he winced and looked uncomfortable. "There just a little sore right now but I can take it” he mumbled.

“You’re really pathetic.” I fumed. “One knee between the legs and you were puking your guts out.”

“No way” Steve protested “He got me twice and he was damned lucky! The bastard can’t land a punch all night but he caught me right in the fucking balls both times!”

I glared at him unimpressed.

“Honey, that bastard fucking cheated!” Steve pleaded angrily pointing at Esteban’s unconscious form. “Look you saw what happened! I had him beaten. The son-of-a-bitch was writhing on the ground like a pathetic worm then he launched his foot… right into my fucking balls !”

“Oh not your poor balls!” I sneered.

“Actually it fucking hurt!” Steve snapped, “but I took it like a man and fought on!”

I scoffed loudly, remembering the big stud writhing on the ground clutching his pathetic nuts. Steve just glared at me.

"I should have just laid him out cold there and then, but my nuts were sore . . . I was so fucking pissed! But I got my revenge when I punched his nuts back up into his throat!"

“Yeah I saw,” I yawned.

"It's not my fault the cheating bastard was wearing a cup! How the hell would I know? One second, I drop him like a rock, and the next, he's back up and drills me in the nuts again!" He continued, still grasping his balls protectively as if he was expecting another surprise attack on manhood. "It was fucking agony babe! I thought my boys were ruined; I just wanted to die!"

“Well, how the hell do you think I felt?” I yelled. “You’re supposed to be the tough champ and there you are writhing around clutching your poor precious balls! I’m a fucking laughing stock.”

“But honey, what the hell could I do. The bastard cheated! He almost crushed my damn balls. Do you know how much that hurts?”

“So how come he could handle it?” I pointed at the Latino hunk who had started moaning pitifully.

“Yeah right!” Steve smirked, “I’m way tougher than that little shit.”

“Oh yeah. Well that little shit WASN'T wearing a cup when I rammed my boot into his balls." My voice with filled with distain. "He didn't cry about his nuts, he just stood and took it like a man!"

Steve looked at me stunned and then looked down at the floor and blushed.

I could see that I had really hurt Steve's pride and I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. "Come on, get over here and let me check you out. For all your crying and complaining, I want to make sure you're still intact down there!"

Steve glanced down at the fallen Latin stud and slowly lifted his cock to reveal his magnificent dangling testicles. "Ha, you call those balls?" He said, pointing at Esteban's dark ballsac. “Now these are REAL balls. I’m built like a fucking bull! No wonder they’re such an easy target.”

I opened my eyes wide, looking impressed suddenly reached out, grabbing the neck of his scrotum. Steve yelped in shock, gasping despite my gently hold.

“Relax stud.” I licked my lips and rolled the hefty globes between my fingers.

Steve exhaled slowly. "He doesn't even come close, right?"

“I don't know . . ." I said after a moment, "it's hard to tell. Get down here and I'll compare them side by side."

Steve grinned, confident that mighty nuts could take his challenger's any day, he dropped to his knees and held out his smooth plums. Esteban was dazed and groaning but made no objection when I moved his hands to the side. I grasped his huge hairy sack and held the two sets of balls together to compare.

Damn, there was a lot of man meat on display. I weighted the nuts in my hand, first Steve’s smooth delicate organs, then the Esteban’s tough, hairy nuggets.

"Well, what do you think?" Steve licked his lips and smiled confidently. "Magnificent, aren't they?"

“Damn you’ve got beautiful balls,” I purred at my big stud. "But when it comes to size . . . I'm sorry, but it's a draw."

Steve looked at me confused then peered down. Reality hit him like a ton of bricks and he dropped his head. His proud bull balls had finally met their match.

“Now If I EVER see you lose to a low blow again it is OVER, understood?” I said, conveying my menace with a firm squeeze.

Steve nodded sheepish.

“So either get a fucking cup and admit to your weakness or you had better learn to take it like a man, OK?” I snarled.

Steve looked dumbstruck. “Ok,” he muttered.

“Now, put some fucking clothes on and come to my place. After this fucking day I need some real HARD sex!”

Steve gulped, feeling his big sore nuts as he walked out of the room.

“Yeah, then we’ll see what you’ve got in those big bull balls!” I called after him.

When he was gone, I leant over the poor Esteban who had finally removed his gloves and was moaning and gently cradling his wounded balls.

“Sorry about that,” I whispered with a cheeky smile, tenderly kissing him on the mouth. “Still I bet it takes more than a little girl to ruin your tough balls. Let me know when you your ready for a rematch.”

I stepped away, turning only to take the photo that you see here. As I walked through the changing room I glanced at my stunning reflection in the mirror.

'Damn I’ve got a nice set of tits,’ I thought as I adjusted my dress. ‘It’s pretty cool what I can get away with!’

- Here's an intimidating pic of Steve used for his promotional posters -