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He posed before a crowd that was rather surprised. They weren’t really used to seeing guys do this well in the arena. As his opponent for the evening, the bikini-clad Linea dazedly rose to her feet he grabbed her around the neck and hit her with a suplex, flipping her onto her back as she slammed into the mat. The man shot up to his feet flexing and grinning, on top of the world.

Little did he realize the ruse at play. Linea, considered one of the weaker women on the roster, at least for now, was at times tasked to essentially take a dive in her matches against the male challengers in the underground fighting arena. She would always give them a little punishment, but ultimately she’d allow the men to defeat her.

This was done so as to give them a false confidence, ensuring they would return to take another beating from a far more dominant fighter. Ultimately the goal was to build them up so as to make an even bigger statement, that even the strongest of men were worthless compared to the strongest women.

Indeed this was one such occasion, and while Linea didn’t particularly like it, she knew better than to cross the boss. So she was holding back considerably, allowing him to take the advantage. Of course, she had to make sure it didn’t look like she was taking the fall…

With that in mind she was smirking as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up again. As he reared his fist back for a showy, if rather impractical, wind-up punch, she struck first, grabbing onto his shoulders and nailing him with a devastating knee to the groin, the solid point of her kneecap colliding with his balls which were entirely unprotected by his thin trunks.

One of the very few rules of the arena state you’re not allowed to wear a cup, fancy that.

Linea savored that shot and the expression of shock on his face as he went to the mat in a heap. Nonetheless she pretended to be in severe pain as she stumbled towards the cage. She made a real show of it as she very, very slowly began to climb it, struggling up the steel at a sluggish pace so as to purposefully allow him time to recover.

By the time she made it to the top of the cage, he was still clutching his injured crotch, but his moaning had ceased. She stood there until she was sure he saw her up there. Linea proceeded to go out of her way to telegraph her next move, going for her patented High Fly Flow Splash from atop the cage, a consistent crowd pleaser. She came off and soared towards him but, as she had hoped, he managed to roll out of the way at the last second and her toned body ended up bouncing off the mat.

It stung a bit but certainly not as much as she pretended, acting entirely winded by the force of the fall. The man saw this and looked to take advantage. Weakly, he flung his hand toward Linea. It ended up landing right on top of a titty, and this counted as a pin.

The PA rang out, “1… 2… 3!”

The crowd remarked in surprise as the ring attendants came in, helping up the two combatants, one of them raising the man’s hand in victory. He whispered something in her ear and seemed to be gesturing for a microphone.

Linea was quietly walking out of the ring under her own power, adjusting her bikini top after his rather handsy cover, when she heard his voice.

“Hold… Hold on just a minute!” he shouted into the mic, between gasps. He was obviously exhausted, but quite proud.

“Heheh… now, nobody here… seemed to want to tell me this, but… I’ve watched these fights before. And I happen to know that the winner… the winner gets five free minutes with the loser, they’re allowed to do whatever they want to ‘em! Those are the rules! And I… I want, my five minutes with you, heheh...”

He licked his lips as he gazed at Linea who seemed to immediately be stricken with discomfort. Sadly she knew that was indeed a rule; she’d certainly taken advantage of it herself in the past, but it seemed management wasn’t aware he was a former spectator and just assumed he was none the wiser to it. After a quick scan of the arena, she knew there was only one professional way to do this… though she really didn’t want to.

She stepped back to the center of the ring, her hands relaxed at her sides, her eyes closed, the position all losers were forced to take. He was eying her like a piece of meat as the bell rang, starting the five minute period; he rushed forward immediately, getting a good grab of her ass as he tackled her to the ground.

He ripped her top off and shoved his face into her huge, bouncing bare breasts, motorboating them intensely. She knew she could demolish him but she just bared it, hoping whoever his next opponent was would destroy him. However, that thought was interrupted with horror when she saw him take off his trunks, revealing his full erection.

He crawled forward until his testicles were pressing against her mouth, and, while he had an average sized penis, his nuts were utterly enormous. He wriggled them against her lips, demanding, “There you go, kiss them better… you were really mean to my balls. Heheheh...”

She was steaming mad, every fiber of her being wanting to take those nuts and rip them from his body, but she proved a model employee, taking the abuse. Even when it got worse…

The victorious man crawled further forward, his nuts now resting on her nose as his dick splayed against her forehead. He was outright teabagging her, even flexing as he did it, soaking in his dominance. He started to moan a bit as he wriggled his hips, grinding his genitals into her pretty face. She found herself about ready to burst, wishing that five minutes would be up already. Sadly, before that happened, she felt what she feared the worst: his cock twitching against her.

She clenched her eyes shut in dread as the grinding intensified and the man began to moan. Before long, the friction did it’s job… he came to a mighty orgasm, and at the last minute he reared back, ensuring that his seed spilled all over her face.

The crowd erupted in a stunned laughter at this ultimate humiliation. Linea was just pretending she was anywhere else as the man was now gasping for breath again.

“Ahhh… you were, awesome babe… eheheh…”

He went down and gave her a kiss on the lips. She wanted to bite his tongue off.

Finally the buzzer sounded in that moment and he dismounted from her prone form, parading around the ring celebrating in triumph. Linea scrambled to her feet and bolted away as the cage rose; she couldn’t possibly have gotten out of that arena fast enough.

Minutes later, she sat on the bench in the locker room, furiously wiping her face with a towel. She got all the seed off long ago but still felt decidedly unclean. Selene, draped in nothing but a towel, sat next to her, patting her on the back.

“I’m… really sorry about what happened out there. Just, try to take that aggression out on the next guy, alright? It’s all you can do.”

“I don’t want a ‘next guy’... I want THAT son of a bitch!” Linea hollered, rising from her bench. She turned to a vacant locker and, with a primal yell, delivered a swift soccer style kick up the center of it, as though she were kicking a man in the balls. The blow tore through the metal.

She sat back down, holding her head in frustration. “I could rip him to shreds if I had a real chance, I need to put that asshole in his place!”

A different hand came down on her shoulder, a white gloved one. Linea looked up to see her boss, Ms. Lin, the one who asked her to take the fall in the first place, standing before her.

“Listen… I feel for you, but I already signed the contract for his next match and it’s not against you,” She somberfully announced, “but… I think you’ll be happy to know who he’s stepping into the cage with.”

Linea didn’t seem pleased but naturally wanted to know.

“Who…? Who is it?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, he’s getting a title shot...” Ms. Lin smirked, “That’s right, he’s facing our one and only reigning, defending Arena Champion… Sherri.”

Slowly, a devilish smirk spread on Linea’s face. His balls were never going to be the same…

That next month he arrived to the arena with quite a bit of fanfare, much moreso than men tend to get. He replaced his basic trunks with a spandex singlet that was bedazzled and sequined flamboyantly. It’s form-fittingly tight, especially around the crotch as his nuts made for a prominent bulge. Just above them, written in glitter were the words ‘Balls of Steel.’ After cumming in his last opponent’s face, his ego seemed to have bloated to incredible proportions, made all the worse by the fact that he frequently ran into spectators from the event commenting on the size of his hefty scrotum.

He was hamming it up, soaking in the adulation… until the lights went out. Suddenly, a deafening roar emitted from the crowd, putting to shame the reaction he’d just received. An imposing theme played over the PA as his opponent appeared on the stage, rising in on a platform. She stood perfectly still, her arms crossed, her title around her waist. As she looked up and opened her eyes, they seemed to glow in the dark. They were a piercing, demonic red…

Sherri had arrived, clad in her new updated maid outfit with a generous cleavage window. Calmly, stoically, she marched down the ramp and into the ring. As the cage lowered, an ominous chant rang out from the crowd.

“Sherri’s gonna kill you… Sherri’s gonna kill you…”

This seemed to rattle our challenger just a little, but, as the lights come back on, he made sure to compose himself. He stepped right up into Sherri’s face. She didn’t react at all as he hollered:

“Listen here. You might be a big deal amongst all those little girls in the locker room, but I’m a man… and not just any man, but, as you can plainly see, a man with enormous balls of steel.”

He cupped himself, adjusting his nuts proudly before her. The proud fool continued: “Now let me make this clear… if you just lay down and accept your fate, let me take that little title off your hands, I’ll be nice and skip the post-match punishment. But if you don’t… I’mma hurt you. And then you’ll be the next to get teabagged by these bad boys.”

Sherri seemed to see no need to respond. After a bit more egomaniacal posturing, he waved her off and backed away. Once they had some space, the ring attendants relieved Sherri of her belt, and the bell rang.

In the next instant she dashed forward, closing the gap between them. Before he even saw her make a move she was right in front of him, and his precious balls were held tightly in her hand.

“...These seem to be quite important to you.” Sherri murmured. “I will savor their decimation.”

A chill went down his spine at her cold words. He clenched his fist and swung it towards her beautiful face. She easily dodged, dashing backwards, avoiding his attack in one motion and giving his testicles a violent yank. He howled in agony as he was forced to follow along with her.

He nearly fell to his knees from the pain, but he knew that would only make it worse, so he clutched onto her hips to keep himself upright. As he struggled to stay standing, Sherri slowly rose her leg up into the air, bent at the knee. She unleashed a snap kick to his face that flung him backwards, in the process putting a surge of pressure on his nuts as she kept them locked firmly in her grasp. He groaned in pain and ended up swinging right back towards the champion who met him mid-motion with a snap kick to the gut, doubling him over.

She bent over, whispering into the challenger’s ear:

“...Suffer.”

With that, she released his balls and immediately unleashed a third snap kick, this one viciously stabbing into his groin. The thick bulge in his singlet bounced from the thunderous impact, and an elongated cry of pain escaped from his lips as he fell to his knees, grasping his testes.

“Aaauuugggh, you dirty f-fighting bitch!” he groaned, “Why don’t they have DQs in this stupid league… ugh, Linea did the same thing. And it didn’t, ugh, it didn’t beat me then! It’s not about to beat me now! ...Ohhh my poor balls...”

“...That was the most gentle kick you’ll receive tonight,” Sherri shook her head, “and it already brought to your knees...”

She grabbed him by the strap of his singlet and pulled him up to look him in the eye, actually hoisting his body a few inches above the mat.

“They told me. I know what you did to Linea,” She growled, “Such intense disrespect for women… you will pay for it with your balls.”

He had to contain a gasp of fright as she released him, letting him stagger backwards on his feet. He’d never been around a woman this intense… this driven. Driven to destroy what he held most dear…

He kept one hand on his nuts as he tentatively circled around. She stood stoically, her piercing eyes locked onto her prey. He was growing increasingly anxious sharing a ring with her, but he was still able to tell himself he had this under control. He knew he had to take the fight to her and put her down before she could get past the obviously impenetrable defense of his testicles.

He rushed forward and threw a punch. Effortlessly she caught his fist and bent it backwards painfully. This again took him to his knees as he groaned in agony.

“Raughh let go let go let go!”

Sherri couldn’t possibly have looked more unimpressed if she tried as she looked down on him.

Through eyes clenched in pain, he saw her slowly rear her leg back. The sight made him clutch his balls just a bit more protectively. In a blur, her knee rushed forward and smashed into his face, rocking his head back. He found himself in a similar situation to the one he was in a moment ago as the force of the blow sent his body backwards, only increasing the pressure on his wrist as Sherri kept his hand firmly in her grasp.

As he moved back in, she met him another snap kick that caught him just under the chin, releasing him and letting him fall onto his back.

“Rrgh… I’ve got you… r-right where I… want you!” he barked. She seemed less than convinced as she walked around him, standing inches from his head. Her expression just seemed… bored, as though she was already tiring of toying with him. The look enraged him.

Wanting to teach her a lesson, he tried to get back up as fast as he could, crawling forward and using her legs to pull himself to his feet. As his hand got to her hip and got a good grip of it, a jolt of arousal shot through him. He looked up and realized he had a great view up her skirt, a reminder of the fact that it was a woman--a beautiful, sexy, lithe woman at that, who was easily and mercilessly beating him senseless.

He shook the thought from his head as he continued using her incredible body to pull himself up to his feet but stopped again when he became eye level with her breasts. Her arms were crossed just beneath them, propping them up. Of course, he noticed from afar how huge they were, but up close was another story; they were the only things in his view.



As he stared hypnotically, she slowly moved her hand, casually resting it on the back of his neck. Surprised by the feeling, he attempted to shoot straight up to his feet but found himself entirely unable to. Without even putting any force into it, her gentle grip on his neck kept him in place, forcing him into a kneeling position.

He struggled under her hand, his own hands wrapped around her wrist trying to pry them off, embarassed by how easily she kept him under control. Surely this woman wasn’t actually… stronger than him, was she?

As he kept uselessly flailing, she suddenly caught him with a knee lift to the gut. Before he could even finish exhaling the big burst of air that fell from his lungs, she got him again, blasting him in the stomach twice, thrice, four times with her kneecap. On that last shot, she kept her knee buried in his stomach, grinding it further. As he strained, entirely doubled over, she simply straightened out her bent leg to once again deliver a snap kick to his groin, this one with much more speed, a far more vicious shot to his balls.

He shrieked at this fresh pain, a high pitched wail emitting from his lips. She kept her foot in its place, keeping him from protecting his big battered balls. Her hand still delicately holding onto the nape of his neck, she casually rose him until he was standing upright.

She looked him right in the eye, her boot digging a little deeper into his balls, pushing them up against his pelvis. The bravado was draining rapidly from him as her cold stare shot through his very core. He summoned up as much false courage as he could, blatantly lying through his teeth:

“Th-that doesn’t… even hurt… I’ve got… b-b-balls of steel… so you might as well… st-stop trying to bust ‘em… eheheheh… like seriously, attacking anywhere else would be… so much better. F-For you!”

“Truly… not a bit of pain?” Sherri asked, sarcastically, “In that case, perhaps I should start putting some force behind these…”

Terror flashed across his eyes. He tried to beg her not to, but she struck with such speed… her leg was a blur as it reared back and launched into a devastating, brutal kick, the thud echoing throughout the arena as her boot connected with the bulge in his spandex. The shot immediately doubled him over… which, in this position, caused him to unwittingly thrust his face into her enormous, soft bosom. He screamed furiously into her titties as she hooked his arms behind his back, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to protect himself or escape from the prison of her cleavage.

“Here… let me give you about 50% of my power,” She whispered into his ear, inciting him to intensify his mad struggle, his head grinding deep in her breasts. He wasn’t sure he bought that threat, but he was no longer looking forward to getting it tested out.

Sadly, he had no other choice. She reared her leg back once again, this time arcing it deeply before blasting him in the balls with another kick. As his wails of torment were muffled betwixt her tits, Sherri performed a short hop as her foot returned to the floor and her other raised up to take its place in his groin, crashing viciously into his genitals. She repeated this time and again, alternating legs as she continued furiously kicking his balls into oblivion.

The pain was so overwhelming that he didn’t even notice he was running out of oxygen as his face was buried deep in her bosom. Slowly, perhaps mercifully, he blacked out between kicks. Sherri immediately noticed when the muffled yelling stopped and didn’t return with her next shot. She released his arms, grabbing him by the hair and ripping him from her enormous breasts to look at his unconscious face, frozen in contorted pain and terror.

Sherri seemed displeased as she lifted him up further in the air by his locks. “Passing out is too easy for you… wake up. Take your pain!” She yelled, as she started viciously bitch slapping and backhanding him time and time again. No response. She delivered a deep uppercut to the gut followed by another to the chin, letting him fall to his back off the impact. It seemed to dislocate his jaw a little but still didn’t wake him.

She put a hand to her chin in contemplation about this dilemma, before an idea struck her.

She went down and mounted him, sitting on his stomach. Sherri grabbed him by the wrists, and forced his hands onto her ass, which, due to the thinness of her panties, was mostly bare. A small moan emitted from his lips… and when she let go, his hands remained firmly grasping onto her soft flesh. Her own hands drifted toward his significant bulge, gently caressing his wounded balls. The moan got louder.

“Ohhhh Sherri...” he began to mutter.

The champion shook her head as it became clear that he was now dreaming about the black-hearted ballbuster. Before long he became erect, which, in his skintight spandex, couldn’t possibly be any more obvious. Once she noticed that, she stood up and took off her boots. Slowly she took her socked foot to his solid pecker, rubbing up and down his shaft.

“Rrrrrgh give it to me you dirty girl…” he murmured. A disgusted scowl adorned her face as she increased her speed, occasionally squeezing the tip of his dick with her toes. His groans began to increase in volume, his penis twitching against her foot. As the sensation intensified, his eyes shot open. He glanced up at her, a shocked expression on his face.

The foot sped up even further, taking him closer and closer and closer… until it stopped, ending it just short of an enormous climax. He found himself breathing heavily, a devastated look on his face. Sherri grinned villainously as she brought her foot to the mat.

Her challenger shot forward, wrapping his arms around her leg and looking up at her pitifully.

“No no no, don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m almost there! Ohhh your feet are magic… finish me!”

She didn’t respond, simply crossing her arms and looking away.

He put his hands together and bowed before her.

“P-Please! Pleeeaaase get me off, Sherri! I’m begging you, Sherri, give it to me please!”

The crowd began to chuckle at this embarrassing display, some pointing and laughing. His cheeks flushed red with shame at himself, seemingly aware of his disgraceful behavior, but it would be worth it if he got that footjob to continue. Sherri turned to him and even she had to giggle a little. Slowly, teasingly she brought her foot up, letting it brush against his chest as he was on his knees begging.

“Is this what you want…?” She asked as she brought her foot slowly down his torso, closer and closer to his groin, but then rose it right back up to his chest.

“Ohhhhh yes! Yes yes, I beg of you, give it to me!” He pleaded.

“Well… okay,” She answered with a shrug.

With that, she rocketed her socked foot downwards, stomping heavily onto his genitals, cruelly crushing his erection and smashing his testicles.

He howled wickedly as the crowd’s laughter only increased. The predominantly-female audience seemed to get a lot of joy out of seeing him get his balls devastated, as well as the way she toyed with him as she did it.

“Man, if you want to get your nuts stomped that badly, I’ll gladly do it for you!” One of them called out before laughing at her own boldness. Her friend sitting next to her got a kick out of that as well, and the two high fived over the challenger’s misery.

Sherri kept her foot planted firmly against his manhood as he desperately tried prying it off. He couldn’t even begin to budge her and even resorted to yanking himself backwards to try and get his nuts out from under her. The tug only added to the pain, but that was how desperate he was to escape. She was amused as she looked down at his plight. On his next attempt, she raised her foot off his genitals, letting him comically thrust himself backwards.



As he tried to block out the perpetuating giggling and desperately clutched at his testicles, he found himself unable to comprehend the situation he was in. Not only was he getting his ass (well, close enough) kicked by this cute li’l hottie, he was getting made to look like an utter idiot in the process.

He looked up at Sherri who simply gestured for him to rise.

“I’d tell you to get up… but after today I doubt you’ll ever get it up again.”

It sounded like a punchline, except there wasn’t a hint of humor in her voice. She said it as coldly as she did anything else, because she wasn’t kidding.

Fear struck his very soul as he struggled to his feet, hands clutching his huge balls. His eyes darted around… he was really starting to wish they hadn’t held these matches in a cage. There was no escaping this. All he could do was try to somehow get lucky and knock her out.

He willed up all the courage and strength he had left and rushed her, throwing mighty punches aimed at her head. She of course easily ducked and dodged past all of them. Her expression was blank; she wasn’t even getting a workout out of this. All it did was back her up until they were up close to the cage. As he swung another heavy blow, she juked to the side and let him slam his fist into the solid steel.

He yelped and started trying to shake off the pain from his fist, having just hurt himself trying to attack her. Once again she’d made him look quite the fool, and the crowd was enjoying this display. This brought back his anger and he whipped around ready to clock her, but, before he even saw her, she caught him with a high kick to the throat, pinning his back to the cold steel.

Terror replaced the rage in short order as he found himself again under her control, his hands wrapped around her ankle, staring up her lengthy leg, trying not to peer at her panties as she glared at him.

“H-Have… mercy...” He choked out with a gulp.

Her insidious red eyes narrowed. Her answer was simple.

“No.”

Staying in this position, she launched a vicious punch to his package, burying her bony fist deep into his nuts. She twisted her fist, grinding her knuckles brutally against his privates. He’d have preferred she stuck a knife into his chest and twisted that in than take this abuse--that would probably be less painful!

Sherri bent over, keeping her fist in its place. He watched in terror, dread filling his chest as he had no choice but to wait for whatever devious attack she had planned next. She showed incredible flexibility, effectively doing a standing splits, her right leg at 12 o’clock, her left at 6.

Her slow bending didn’t stop until the underside of her stockinged foot was pressing against the challenger’s face. Usually she did this part much more swiftly, kicking her opponent quite violently in the face with what is known as a Scorpion Kick. However, in this case, she didn’t want to distract him from the pain in his nuts that was still spiking thanks to her grinding fist.

Finally she removed her hand from his groin and, in that same instant, whipped her leg around in a circular motion, entirely unfurling, her foot hurtling in with frightening velocity until it crash landed into his tortured testicles. It didn’t stop there; continuing until it was fully extended, her ankle was level with her head as she dug his balls into his pelvis, sending him way up the cage.

When the devastating kick finally ended, the man helplessly straddled her toes as he tried to scream but nothing came out but a wheeze. This was more pain than he’d ever even imagined possible. Sherri glared coldly into his horror-filled eyes which were beginning to tear up.

“...You’ve earned this,” She declared.

After allowing him to feel this for a few more moments, she removed her foot from his crotch, letting him fall… but, on the way down, she shot out her knee, letting him fall groin-first atop it as it rose.

“Suffer,” She repeated, before letting him fall all the way down the cage.

He sat there, sobbing as he grasped his brutalized balls. Finally he let out a hideous high-pitched, tortured wail that echoed throughout the arena.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t budge his body, especially his hands as they were locked in place trying desperately to somehow ease the overwhelming agony in his genitals. He couldn’t stop screaming once he found his voice; it was greatly intense.

He was so focused on it that he didn’t even notice as she sat down and took off her stockings, baring her feet. She went over to the cage and spoke with some ring assistants who, by her pre-preparations, brought her some high-heeled stilettos. She put them on and daintily walked over to him. She grabbed him by the throat and forced him to his feet. Sherri grabbed his wrists and constrained them behind his back. She put a finger to his chin, making him look up into her piercing eyes.

“...If you try to protect your testicles, I will crush them both between my thighs,” She growled,
“You know that I can, and you know that I will… do you understand?”

Meekly he nodded. It was all he could do.

She whipped around, her skirt rising up to show off her ass in the process. Even in this state he couldn’t help but marvel. It already looked incredible and, with the way the high heels angled her shapely, toned, and - as he had come to know all too well - extremely powerful legs, it only furthered showed off the magnificent shape of her lovely asscheeks.

She had a certain sashay to her hips as she casually waltzed over to the opposite side of the ring. With the grace and elegance of a ballerina, which was especially remarkable given the stiletto, she leaped through the air and latched onto the steel, gripping into the wire fence. She climbed up the cage and easily balanced on her high heels as she stood atop the cage.

He felt utterly helpless as he simply watched what she did and waited for the inevitable destruction that laid before him--the further testicular terror that he was in for. She knelt down and bent over towards the ring, given a very ample look down her generous cleavage. Showing off her incredible leg strength once more, she leapt from the cage and soared all the way across the ring in an impeccable divekick.

She seemed aimed right between his legs. Tears streaming openly, he shut his eyes and waited for his end. The sound of the impact was immense as her heeled foot blasted the area just inches beneath his waiting balls. He couldn’t see, but up against the cage he felt the force brimming through it as she hit it so hard that her foot, and then her entire leg, bent and tore through the steel. By the time it stopped, her firm, womanly body was pressing tightly against him, and, when he opened his eyes, her face was inches from his. She was smiling… a smile devoid of any and all humor.

“Good. You didn’t move… so the fear has been properly instilled,” She announced as she removed her leg from the warped stiletto-and-leg-shaped dent she’d just made. He just tried to savor the feeling of her breasts against his chest to try and take his mind off the anguish that refused to leave his nuts.

“Well then, in that case… we can now get to the last step of your punishment,” She finished.

With that she took a short hop backwards, before blasting him in the balls with a toe kick, the sharp point of her stiletto actually ripping into his spandex as it stabbed violently into his groin. He shouted his misery as she reignited a fresh agony in his genitals and fell to the mat once more. She gripped his hair and pulled him to the mat onto his back.

She raised her leg up high, bent at the knee, before stomping heavily onto his ribs, sinking her sharp heels into his flesh. She put all her weight down onto him as she took her next step and sunk her other foot into his chest.

She basically performed a slow dance on his body, digging her heels into his stomach, chest, shoulders, and legs, but, no matter where she struck, the challenger dared not remove his hands from his so-called ‘balls of steel.’ As she stood proudly atop his body, Sherri undid the knot at the back of her maid outfit. The man was shocked as she pulled the small dress over her head and tossed it aside.

Now she was only wearing her maid headdress, earrings, the black ribbon around her neck, the black stilettos and lacy black lingerie barely containing her enormous, bouncing breasts and her voluptuous, rippling ass.

He hated to admit to himself how much he enjoyed the body of the tormenter of his testes. He wanted so badly to be able to take her down and have his way with her, but she’d dominated him on every level. This continued when she leapt up several feet in the air, landing her stilettos deeply into his gut with a double-foot stomp, once again knocking the air right out of him.

With that, she proceeded to step off of his battered body. She reached down and grabbed him by the throat, forcing him to his feet. The way he had to stand, slumped against the cage, he was just about at eye-level with her bosoms, gazing deeply into her ample cleavage. He wanted so badly to find solace in them, dive inside and let them smother him out of his pain.

That incredible view was about to get even more spectacular as she unsnapped her bra and stripped it off, his jaw threatening to hit the floor as her beautiful bare breasts flopped out right in front of his face. He was so entranced by the sight of them jiggling before him with her every movement, he barely noticed as she took his wrists and wrapped her enormous bra around them. She forced his hands behind his back and leaned in, gently pressing her soft titties into his bared chest, earning a moan as she tightly tied his hands to the cage with her lingerie.

Miraculously, despite every brutal thing she’d done to his poor balls, his genitals were still functioning enough for his erection to once again blatantly show through. And it got a little stronger as she followed up by stripping off her panties. Sherri grabbed his right ankle and bent his leg upwards, forcing his shin against the cage, using his own body to keep it in place. As she went over to do the same to the left, her face brushed against his erection and he shuddered maddeningly. Once she’d finished pinning both legs, she wrapped her panties around them and used that to tie his feet to the cage.

She stood up, and now he was entirely prone, helpless and bound to the steel. Yet, as his lust rose, he barely seemed aware of the true peril he was in. All he could think about was her beautiful body, as she stepped back and posed with her hands on her hips.

“...Having fun?” She asked blankly, looking down at his bulge. He nodded his head dumbly.

She reached down and grasped at the crotch of his spandex outfit and ripped it off with ease, enough to expose his entire genitalia.

His penis stood proudly erect, saluting her sexiness, even as his already enormous balls were swollen to even further proportions from her savage ballbusting beatdown. She glanced at the piece of spandex she now held in her hand and smirked. She raised it up and let him see it.

She had managed to take off the entirety of the ‘Balls of Steel’ inscription. She had him watch as she tore it in half--on-the-nose symbolism if ever there were any--and it seemed effective as it brought a little fear back into him. However, she brought his mind right back to sex when she wrapped her fingers gently around his throbbing member. Slowly she brought her hand up and down his shaft, earning moans of pleasure.

Her handjob gradually increased its speed until it came to a rapid pace. He began to shudder, gasping for breath as her expert fingers brought him closer and closer to the peak… and then they stopped, Sherri just staring coldly as her grip maintained on the tip of his pecker.

“N-No, no, not again! Please! Please finis-”

She cut him off with a high kick, her stiletto heel smashing into his mouth.

“I do what I want with you and only what I want with you,” Sherri informed him.

Without warning she released his penis and rushed to the opposite end of the cage, her breasts bouncing wildly as she ran amazingly well in heels. She backed against the steel and then knelt down to a three point stance. She burst forward at an incredible velocity, sprinting across the ring in an instant and building up a hellacious running start, leading into thrusting her instep powerfully into his groin, a now hoarse scream of agony erupting from his throat.

Before he was even finished, she went down to both knees and began rapidly jabbing and uppercutting his testicles, using his bare scrotum as her own personal punching bag. She proceeded to roll onto her back and from that position shot her legs up deep between his, effectively stomping from below into his obliterated nuts, crushing them against his pelvis.

She sprang to her feet and commenced again with her kicking frenzy, hopping with every kick alternating legs--except this time she was doing it in the high-heeled stilettos, and his balls were in far worse shape than they were the first go-round. She didn’t let up on her ball-bashing onslaught, latching her hands onto his shoulders and leaping up into the air, thrusting both of her knees deep into his crotch. She repeated this again, then a third time, her solid knees blasting his balls time and again. He was delirious with tortured agony and denied lust.

On her next leap she intentionally missed his balls and instead stomped down, holding herself up with the cage as her sharp heels dug deeply into the testicles.

Slowly, actually impressively, she let go of the cage and balanced herself on his testes, making sure her full weight was on them. She was effectively standing on his balls, but this position put even more pressure on them than this act usually would. As she began to show off her nimble skills, bouncing up and down on his nuts, frankly taking advantage of their size, he began to wish they’d just explode already so as to end this.

Finally, she jumped off of his injured scrotum to the mat. She stopped attacking his balls, instead gently brushing her hand against them. Sadly, they were so tender and bruised at this point that even this was overwhelmingly painful to him, and he couldn’t help but scream.

Sherri made a gesture to a ring assistant and got them to pass a microphone to her through the new gap in the cage she’d made. As she caused his nuts searing pain purely through putting her knuckles to them, she brought the mic to her face.

“Just so you know… you are allowed to submit in this league,” Sherri pointed out, “That is, as long as your opponent accepts your surrender… would you like to submit?”

She put the mic to her challenger’s face and let the crowd see that she was at this point just poking his nuts with her pinky, and yet this small act made him scream for his life.

“YES! DEAR GOD YES! I GIVE UP! I SUBMIIIIIT!” He shrieked.

Casually she brought the mic back to her face as the crowd giggled at how much pain she was bringing him with so little effort now.

“Hrm… I’m not sure I can accept it. Tell me… why? Why do you want to submit?”

“B-Because you’re destroying my baaaalls…!” He screamed into the mic, tears streaming freely

“Oh…? But that’s impossible. I thought you had balls of steel,” Sherri sarcastically inquired, “After all, you’re a man and I’m just a woman… surely the representation of your manhood is too strong for me to destroy… isn’t that right?”

“Nooo…” He pathetically muttered, “I-I was wrong… my b-balls are weak. Rraauugh… m-my manhood is weak before you, Sherri!”

“Yes. It is,” She coldly replied, “...Okay. I accept your surrender.”

The bell rang. The match was over.

He was shocked as the ring attendants helped him down, removing the panties from his legs and untying the bra from the steel. He couldn’t believe it… finally she’d shown him some mercy.

“Ohh! Oh thank you!” He cried on his knees to Sherri, “Thank you so much for sparing my testicles… I was certain you wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left of them!”

Sherri smirked as he slowly stood up and started to walk away, the cage rising.

“Oh… we’re not done yet,” Her cold voice sent a shiver down his spine, “Surely you of all people didn’t forget… now that I’ve won, I’ve got five minutes to do whatever I want with you…”

He started to run as best he could, but, in a flash, Sherri came before him, her arms crossed, again propping up her breasts. She moved so fast it was as if she’d teleported.

He tried to bring his hands up to defend himself, but he realized the attendants never actually got the bra off his wrists. He tried desperately to pull them apart, but they kept his hands in place so effectively they might as well have been handcuffs.

“My, looks like even my bra is stronger than you,” Sherri mused, uncrossing her arms and letting her titties flop down with a massive bounce, “Then again, I suppose they have to be...”

“No… no no no no please, leave me alone!” He shrieked. He turned and ran, but she was right in front of him again. She leapt up into the air, her legs spread as she thrust her crotch into his face. This took him down to his back, and now she was straddling him. She flexed as she grinded her bare pussy into his nose, truly a taste of his own medicine.

She made sure to keep it firmly on his face as she swiveled her hips, turning herself toward his wounded genitals. Slowly and seductively she pressed her magnificent body against his and gave a little kiss to his flaccid member. Like magic, it brought it back to life. He screamed into her pussy, making it clear he no longer wanted anything to do with her, certain from experience this would only lead to even worse carnage upon his manhood.

Nonetheless his dick twitched violently as she brought it into her mouth and expertly sucked it. Within moments he was finished, and finally reached his orgasm… only for her to violently squeeze his testicles, ruining any joy he’d have gotten from it and replacing his pleasure with the most intense pain yet. Still, his balls emptied their seed into her mouth.

She sat up and slid her pussy down his face to his throat, letting him see her as she glared down at him with those same evil eyes. She proceeded to spit his own cum into his face, all of it. In front of thousands of screaming, laughing fans. After coming in so proudly, it was nightmarish to him how far he’d fallen.

And believe it or not, his night was still about to get worse.

“...Say. You recall how I said I’d crush both of your balls between my thighs if you dared protect them from that divekick…?” She asked. His eyes lit up with terror.

“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t go back on promises… I certainly won’t do that.”

She shot to her feet in a flash, grabbing his ankles and raising his legs up into the air in the shape of a V.
“...Of course, I never said I wouldn’t do that to one of your balls,” She slyly corrected.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He hoarsely shouted, his voice depleted from all the screaming he’d been made to do.

But she of course couldn’t possibly have heeded that any less as she rose her leg up high into the air, her ankle again level with her forehead. She then performed a leg drop, smashing her ass and thigh into his testicles. After a little maneuvering, she managed to scissor his left ball in particular between her thick thighs. She promptly squeezed furiously. Anguish seeped from his very essence as once again she brought him to a whole new level of furious pain.

“Don’t worry, I only have a minute left!” Sherri called out, shouting over his shrieks, “If I don’t pop it within that timeframe I’ll have to stop! Your balls of steel just have to survive!”

Frantically he glanced over at the jumbotron, which depicted the timer. He frantically smacked the mat and screamed in delirious pain as the seconds ticked down agonizingly slowly.

Finally we were down to ten seconds… and Sherri actually seemed impressed.

“My my… they’ve actually withstood my leg-scissor… at 20% strength.”

“Wh-WHAT?!” His eyes nearly bulged from his head upon hearing that.

“Guess we’ll see what they do with 100%...” She casually mused.

In that next instant, her thighs flexed, showing off incredible muscle mass and definition. They tensed to become more solid, he felt, than the steel he’d become so accustomed to, and they crushed his nut with the force a compactor at a junkyard might use to flatten a car. Suffice to say his manhood stood no chance--his left testicle was immediately obliterated. His resulting scream nearly drowned out the buzzer.

She stood up, admiring her work. His once proud scrotum was now a sad sight, swollen, thoroughly beaten and half of it utterly ruined. The attendants flooded the ring, picking his limp carcass up off the mat and helping him over to the rampway.

As they helped him out of the arena, Sherri called out:

“By the way… I didn’t leave you that last nut for the sake of mercy. I left it… for her.”

In his daze, he looked up to see Linea standing there on the ramp, smirking triumphantly.

“N-No no, no moooore! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He screamed, struggling out of the hands of the attendants. He turned around, but, of course, Sherri was right there, blocking his way. Linea grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face her.

“Sherri did a truly beautiful job on you. I loved every minute of it,” She beamed. “But you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to get my own pound of flesh out of you. And it looks to me like a pound of flesh is all you got left down there...”

His hands still bound, he was defenseless. All he could do was hope she wouldn’t do what he knew she wanted to do more than anything in the world.

“P-Please…” He begged pitifully, “I’m sorry… I only have one left… I need it...”

“Oh now don’t you fret, little man… us girls here in the UFG are specifically trained to cause as much pain as possible to a pair of balls without rupturing them,” Linea explained, “Unless we want to, of course...”

Sherri stepped in front of him as Linea kept her firm grip on his shoulder, ensuring he couldn’t possibly flee.

“Were you in there with an inexperienced woman she’d have popped both balls long ago, no doubt,” Sherri commented.

“But I know better than that,” Linea continued, “That said… I could really use a new training dummy. And I think your balls… sorry, your ball is the perfect candidate. So from now on, that’s your life. Every single day you will show up to get your nut handed to you, and, if you skip one single day, I swear I will find you and I will rip that testicle to shreds. Understood…?”

What could he do? He had no choice but to comply. He nodded, dejectedly.

“Would you like to borrow my stilettos for that? Until you get your own...” Sherri offered.

“Oh, why thank you, I’d love that!” Linea cheerily responded. Sherri took off her left stiletto and let her try it on.

“Hmmm… a perfect fit,” Linea remarked with a devilish grin. The two beautiful, buxom women stared into the half-eunich’s eyes as he realized what was coming.

They tensed their legs, Sherri her right, Linea her left.

“3…” Sherri said.

“2…” Responded Linea.

Together they finished...


“1!”


In that next instant, in perfect sync, the two powerful legs rushed forward, two stilettos crashing into his remaining ball of steel…