Good Thing Gone Bad

By tall_pete

I haven't written in ages and had about two hours to kill while I procrastinated this afternoon. Here is the result. This is pure fiction in case you couldn't tell...

I had a great thing with a girl named Corey for a while when I was a sophomore in college. It was my first real-life bb experience but it spun out of control fast.

Corey was truly a tramp, and I mean that in the best way. She had a killer body and a decent face. But what really set her apart is that she truly loved sex and was kinky as hell. We would go at it like animals. She is the only girl I have ever dated that had a stronger sex drive than I did. She couldn't get enough and she was into anything. We fucked in store changing rooms; she went down on me in the middle of a crowded club and loved wearing skirts with no panties. We tied each other up, experimented with whipping cream, chocolate and toys I did not know existed. I was truly in lust. We didn't talk. She was an airhead. We had little in common except that we loved to fuck each other.

Even with Corey being as kinky as they came, I was still hesitant to share my BB fetish with her. I was young and naïve and thought people would think I was a freak. If I'm a freak, Corey belonged in the circus. It also occurred to me that I didn't really care what Corey thought of me, I just didn't want her to stop fucking me.

When I mentioned it one time as we were starting to get into it, she only hesitated for a second before grabbing and squeezing me hard. She quickly progressed to kneeing me hard as we rolled around in her bed. It was obvious she got a total thrill out of it. I think part of her nympho urges was the knowledge that sex gave her great power over men. Ball busting was just a new way to exert power and she became as addicted to it as she did to sex. It became her favorite form of foreplay. I would walk into her room and she would immediately grab my shoulders, push me against the wall and pound me in the nuts with her knee until I slumped to the floor. She got damn good at it fast. She could be surgical with her knees, feet and hands.

She soon became exhibitionistic about it. She would grab my balls under the table in a restaurant and squeeze with all her might. In clubs she would knee me as hard as she could as we danced. A number of times, I was left on my knees in the middle of the dance floor as she would laugh and walk away. I loved it, but I sort of missed her going down on me in the club instead.

Ballbusting became the center of our relationship. She would joke about it in front of people, "Better be careful Pete or I'll squeeze those balls of yours so hard you'll cry". Or, "Now you're just looking for a good kick in the balls Pete." And she followed through. I no longer dared to disagree with her.

One time I told her not to be an idiot when she said something quite stupid. She turned around and racked me with her boot-clad foot. We were in the middle of the sidewalk. She then walked up to me, straightened me up by the shoulders and sent me to the ground with a knee. People were staring. I heard a laugh. I was on both knees, hands on the ground in front of me and breathing hard. I heard her snap, "Now come on," above me and I sheepishly struggled to my feet and followed her. I felt two feet tall.

Ballbusting took over in the bedroom too. More and more time was spent on Ballbusting and less and less on sex. She came up with a new game where she would grab onto one of my nuts and squeeze until I was begging for mercy. She then made me beg to do things I would never do. At first it was innocent, I had to clean her room, cook her dinner, etc. Then it was weird, I had to wear the panties of one of her housemates (hers were too small). I tried to balk at this once my nut was free but she would just beat me into begging to be allowed to do it again.

It didn't stop. Soon she was making me jerk off in front of her. As I would get close to exploding she would squeeze my balls until all I could do was hold myself and beg her to release.

I began to live my life in fear. I did not know if she was going to come up behind me in a bar and level me with a kick from behind. I dreaded and looked forward to the phone ringing and hearing her voice saying, "I want your balls now." I knew better than to keep her waiting. My friends starting making fun of me, saying I was whipped. She never came to my place anymore, I was always at hers. It was worse with her three housemates; they all seemed to look at me differently. I know I saw smirks. She would bust me in front of them and they would giggle like madwomen. It was clear they knew what was going on.

Then everything changed for the worse. I showed up at her house unannounced. I had a key, so I went in and went back to her room. I heard them before I even opened the door. The guy was a big motherfucker, probably a football player. He was pounding her face into the bed as he fucked her doggy style and she was yelling with joy. We had not fucked like that in weeks. I stood there stunned. Corey looked up and I swear she had a glint in her eye.

The dude stopped and said "Who the fuck are you?"

Corey moved forward, sliding off the guy's cock and turned to face him. "Don't worry honey, that's my boyfriend, I'll take care of this." The guy looked mildly surprised but undaunted.

Corey climbed off the bed and sauntered over to me naked. Her tits bounced and jiggled and her hips swayed. I was definitely still in lust even then. I also knew what was coming next. I think I wanted it to happen. I wanted to pain to dilute the betrayal and shame. The first kick hit me square on. I stumbled and my knees buckled. But I remained standing and just stared at her. She smiled and kicked me again, hard and dead on. I remember the jolt of electricity shooting through my body, the wave of pain from the first one not yet at its crescendo. Corey grabbed my shoulders so I would not go down. The knee hit me dead on and I fell to the floor like dead weight. But I fell so that I was sitting on my ankles, my legs still spread. I don't know if it was just training or if some part of me wanted to obtain oblivion - probably both.

The next kick made my body shake and I simply fell forward. I don't know why I did not puke. My insides were on fire. There was not another kick, I heard Corey say something above me. I don't know what. I heard him grumble something back. Then they were fucking again. I lay on the floor, listening to them go at it. Corey was moaning and yelling out the guy's name. I think I have mentally blocked it from my memory. The guy was grunting like an ape. The noises hit a crescendo and then died off. I could hear breathing and the noise of clothes being put on. I had partially recovered at this point, but I didn't move. I felt the muscle-head step over me and heard him snicker. The door opened and closed. Then I felt Corey step over me. I felt her kick my legs apart so that she was standing between them, behind me.

"I have to go to class," she said. "I'll be back in about an hour and a half." I expect the room to be cleaned and then we will deal with you showing up here unannounced." I nodded. I was both elated and decimated. The next kick made me gag and in my world of pain I did not even hear her leave. After an eternity, I got up on my hands and knees and crawled towards the bed to make it.

Facing His Weakness the Hard Way... Response & Edited

By tall_pete

(in response to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/09/facing-his-weakness-hard-way.html)

Dude, I don't get you. If you are so against getting busted, why come to a busting forum? Is it because you just don't understand the desire to be busted? But that doesn't make sense either, because your first story caught the essence of what many people here seek, myself included.

So is it a form of self-hatred? Because you know you want it yourself, you try it deride it in order to somehow convince yourself you aren't really into it. I know it is common for people who are gay but grew up in a society that declares it is evil to be gay. They can be the most ardent anti-gay people. As if that would somehow exercise them of their demons.

I think everybody else here would back me up on this when I say there is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting a woman to bust your nuts. I think it means different things to different people. I'm not going to pour my heart out to you and explain the significance to me. You would just deride due to your own insecurity. It will probably be different than your own needs and desires so it wouldn't be helpful anyway. The best I can do is to just suggest stop fighting it. Try it for yourself. It is a beautiful thing. Let yourself enjoy it. Accepting who and what you are and love yourself for it (instead of hating yourself). It will set you free in a way you can not imagine.

Enough sermonizing, please think about it. You will be happier and we will all gain because you will use your talents to write stories promoting busting instead of deriding it.

In the meantime, at least this story was better than the last. You are actually dealing with issues here instead of just insulting. It would have been more powerful without the "tall, gawky" and "flattop" etc. This just distracts from the message. It also revealed your hand too soon. Your hatred was evident so quickly the reader discounted everything else as an attack. Your intended message is never received

I edited your story below. I think it communicates your message better…

"Come on," the man said, a bead of sweat running down his face.

"Lets get started; I paid for thirty minutes here."

"Awright, awright. Just hold yer horses," she said, snappishly, chewing on gum. She sounded and looked like Fran Drescher, but was more realistically built, having a few actual curves to offer underneath her faded gray female executive suit.

They stood opposite each other in the cramped apartment.

It was his turn. "Now, I want multiple shots-remember that. Once you start going, don't stop. I want it all. Gimme all you got."

She raised her eyebrows in disdain, peering up at him, blew a pink bubble over her red lips. "Are you sure about this?"

"Course I'm sure."

"You want multiple? I mean, you're not crazy or nothing, are you? I don't wanna be goin' to jail over hurtin' no crazy man."

His nostrils flared, "Look, I can handle it. I want it. Don't hold back."

She took two steps and was within reach of him. She put her hands up on his shoulders, looking up at him. She looked apprehensive. Like she had experience in this kind of stuff; experience he was apparently lacking.

His jaw muscles clenched tight in his cheeks. His hands hanging at his sides turned into fists. His face peered down at her and something like rage over took it. "Come on!" he urged, "Remember-keep it coming! I can take it! Keep it kicking or I wo-"

His words got cut off as her bony knee thrust up into his groin. He had gone completely silent over this single blow. She went to knee him again but halted it halfway up when she saw the strength; the cocksuredness immediately leave his face. She waited two seconds on one foot, in something like a half-flamingo position, watching him nervously. He looked like a man who's every single possession had just been confiscated and this worried the hell out of her. By the time she went to kick again he was bent over so her knee hit him on the top of the head, the next knee on his shoulder.

"Hey," she complained, "don't make me kick the top of your head. You want a broken neck or what?"

A second later he was on the floor, writhing around like an accordion straw wrapper that someone was dripping carbonated soda on.

She had her hand on one hip, alternately examining the nails on her other hand and peering down at him with a mixture of contempt and pity as he began to make loud soaring groaning noises, like the sound of distant but emphatic ghosts.

"Wait a minute-listen to me for a second. Multiple shots? Listen, you're a MAN, y'silly. I'll take your money anytime you want, but you can't be doin' stuff like that wit balls. Dem balls is sensitive, y'know? Didn't y'momma ever teach you nuttin'?" She blew another bubble and it snapped loudly. "Geez, I could get in some kind o' trouble for this. One shot is enough. That's all you get. I ain’t never killed no man before and I ain't about to yet. I am a lady, no matter whatchoo or anybody tinks."

She waited, stood over him. "So, you gonna pay me or what?”

He could not answer. His scorched pathetic moans continued. It was a flailing fetal ball that she now had to step away from...but not before she reached down, took his wallet, extracted every green bill inside then walked out, high heels clacking.

"Hope I didn't bruise y'manhood too bad, Pete. Nice doin' bidness wit yous. See y'round maybe."

She closed the door behind her. The room went dark for the most part, except for the beam of light shining through the blinds on the suffering, sweating forehead of the guy she'd just left prostrate in one blow.

Busted By a Stripper

By tall_pete

I had a very cool experience yesterday. Maybe ten times a year or so when I've got nothing to do, I get a yearning to go to a strip club. I don't go to the fancy ones downtown where the girls are gorgeous, but they know it, make more money than I do, and know they don't have to do much to get money thrown at them. I go to one just outside the city where the girls are still good looking and they give lap dances to die for.

I also have a method for choosing a girl for a lap dance. I never choose the best looking, or the ones who just stare at themselves in the mirror as they do their choreographed moves. I prefer the older ones (so they are veterans who take their craft seriously) and ones who stare at you and lick their lips as they grab their pussy's on stage

Anyway, I chose a dance with this girl Dee. She was probably in her late thirties (a little older than I like even with my theory) and had fake tits (another turn-off for me) but she looked slutty as hell. So she took me back to the lap dance room. The bouncer dude sits outside the door, and basically if your clothes and her panties stay on, you can do just about anything the girl feels like doing.

OK, one more digression. I don't like to just tell girls what to do. I have tried it, "please grab, smack, knee my balls, etc". I have found a few drawbacks. One, half of them look at you like you're nuts. The other half will do it, but it is so obvious that they are doing it only because you ask for it and they get paid. It sort of kills it for me. Anyway…

So she starts her dance, and she starts talking dirty (which again can be a turn off for me when it is over the top.) But in this case it easily got us to BB. She said something like "I'm going to make you beg."

I respond with something clever like "I bet you are." This carried on with her saying something about spanking me and then she said she wanted to grab my cock and squeeze it and then squeeze my balls gently. I cleverly saw an opportunity said "no, squeeze them hard."

When I said that, she had been rubbing her leg against my crotch as she rubbed her tits against my face. She immediately increased the pressure against my leg ten-fold and asked if I liked that. Obviously I said yes and told her to do it harder. That is where it got good. She removed her leg and promptly smacked my balls twice and pretty hard with her right hand. I was stunned, but I still had enough presence of mind to give her a big smile and make it clear I liked it.

Dee went to town on me for four songs. She stood in front of me and slammed her shins into my nuts repeatedly. She turned around and rubbed her ass against my dick and squeezed my balls with her hands. She bounced up and down, pounding my balls with her ass and put her tits in my face and kneed my balls. I could tell she was checking on me to make sure she wasn't over doing it, but she seemed to be having an absolute blast.

She also continued stroking my cock and rubbing her body against me. She told me that I was going to cum or she was going to be pissed off. She ordered me to etc. I was dubious. I came once in eight years of periodically visiting strip clubs and that was years ago.

This may be too much info, but sure enough, half way through the 4th song, she was rubbing her shin against my cock and smashing my now very tender balls with her bare foot when my doubts were proven wrong. That really isn't my goal, but matters were out of my hands. After that, I was truly begging her to stop and she slowly and grudgingly did.

It was far cooler than any visit I have had to a dominatrix. Some of them are great, but it is always more professional. I have never seen a girl go at my nuts with such enthusiasm.

Thought y'all would get a kick out of it…

BBQueen 2003. Trish's quest for the crown (an installment)

By tall_pete

Hi all. I know I am behind in my promised work for BBqueen 2003. The path I chose to take was to follow the winners of each bracket though their matches. My brackets are Miscellaneous and Music. This is the first two of Trish Stratus's bouts (the Misc champ.) The next should be coming soon. Then I will move to Christina Aguilera, the champ of the music area. I may then try the runner ups, but not sure I'll get that far. Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Trish stretched as she got ready for her match. She was excited although she made sure she didn’t show it. Sometimes she got tired of doing everything that was scripted for her in wrestling. The money was great and she had to admit she loved the fame. She liked the idea that there were slews of 14-year-old boys masturbating to the idea of her -- many of her kicking their ass. She bet there were even some 20-year-old men thinking the same things. She might even like to make some of those fantasies come true, but probably not exactly how the guys imagined it.

Trish considered herself a nice person. She loved guys. She loved them in all shapes and sizes, well, lots of shapes and sizes anyway. But she really loved to hurt them too. She had the most fun when the guys wanted her to hurt them. Although even then, it was the most fun to hurt them far more than they ever wanted. She could also get just about any guy to want her to hurt them. She was Trish Stratus after all.

As Trish’s thoughts drifted to last year’s match, she couldn’t prevent a frown from flashing across her face. How could she lose to that 2-bit no-talent like Anna. There is no way in hell Anna could bust a nut as well she could. But Trish let the anger pass. She had learned something from her defeat in the ball-busting contest last year. Something she had mastered already in wrestling. Sexuality is a big part of it. She had allowed Anna to out-sex her last year. There was no way she was going to let that happen this year. Her first opponent was Tyra banks, a model and no talent actor. The only way Tyra could even compete would be to try out sex her and that wasn’t going to happen. She was Trish Stratus.

Round 1

Trish got up and made her way down to the ring to watch her opponent. Since Trish was ranked higher than this no talent beauty queen she got to watch her go first. Tyra Banks was already in the ring, getting all the testosterone drugged males in the audience excited. It didn’t bother Trish in the least though. She got plenty of calls and looks as she sauntered down the aisle to watch the match. And she was still wearing her robe.

Tyra was wearing a leopard leotard that showed off her body well. It pushed up her tits so they were spilling over the top and hugged the curves of her thin waist. It had a sheer legging material that made the thin sinews of her leg sparkle softly as they rippled. The guy who was Tyra’s opponent was transfixed by her beauty. As far as Trish understood it, the guys volunteered to be in the ring with these models, but they didn’t know exactly what they were volunteering for. They had to sign that they understood that bodily damage was likely and waive all suits. Trish wondered how many would volunteer if they knew their manhood would be mauled.

The volunteer in this case was a smallish guy, around 25 years old and maybe 5’10 170 lbs. He was in good shape. He was only wearing boxer trunks and you could see him trying to flex unobtrusively to impress Tyra. Tyra played it up, waiving to the crowd, running her hands along the guy’s shoulders as she walked around him. She then ran her hand across they guy’s pecs looking him in the eyes, and licking her lips seductively. The guy was transfixed. His erection was obvious He didn’t even notice it as Tyra stopped, lined up her left leg and thrust it into his groin. The guy’s eyes bulged and he let out a grunt, but Trish could tell it was not a solid shot. There was not enough force and Tyra got him with the soft part of her thigh, not her knee.

The beauty of Tyra’s face faded slightly with frustration as she realized her blow was not well delivered. But Tyra didn’t wait long for the chance to make up for it. She held on to the guy’s shoulders, looked down at her target and drove her knee in again and again. Her aim got better each time. The guy let out a cry with the third blow and in his pain was able to lurch forward and to the right, falling to his knees and grabbing his now battered balls. Trish shook her head, there is no way she would have let the guy escape until she wanted him to.

Tyra seemed unfazed, shaking her hands above her head in celebration, almost causing her beautiful cleavage to jump right out of the leotard in the process. After a short celebration, Tyra tried to pry the guy’s hands lose and kick him in the nuts a few more times. But even in his weakened condition, Tyra did not have the strength to pull his arms free. So her kicks, even though they were clearly painful, were largely absorbed by the guy’s hands. Tyra was tiring and quickly switched tactics. She grabbed the guy’s hair and pulled him forward as hard as she could. He did not resist, falling onto his hands, breathing heavily with the pain. Tyra walked around behind him and delivered her strongest kick yet from behind. The guy promptly curled up into a ball on the matt and whimpered in pain. The judges called the match and Tyra threw up her arms gratefully. It seemed like she was happy it was over.

The scores were mixed. She scored well for sexuality just for her beauty, with an 8.9, but not as well in brutality, 7.1 or technique 4.8.

Trish felt her heart accelerate as she knew she was next. She didn’t wait for any formal announcements. She rose calmly to her feet and walked towards the ring. One of the security guards went to stop her, as if he didn’t recognize her. Trish didn’t even break her smile as she left the poor guard doubled over with a sharp knee to the groin. The next guard either recognized her or just thought better than interfering. He stood there with his hands covering his balls.

Trish, patted him on the face as she passed, commenting. “Good boy. When you see Trish Stratus approaching the ring, cover your nuts and let her by.”

Trish climbed quickly into the ring and stood there, with her hands on her hips staring at Tyra Banks. Tyra, quickly climbed out of the ring. Trish smiled and began marching around the ring like she owned it and waving to the crowd. The guys in the crowd, and they were all guys, went wild. Trish egged them on, raising her arms above her head in a premature victory sign and waving, fully aware that every time she raised her arms, her short robe was pulled up above the tiny bottoms of her bikini. Trish continued to play to the crowd as her opponent made his way to the ring.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell he was tall with an athletic build. He climbed into the ring and stood there nervously in loose fitting sweat pants and a tank top. Trish stopped her celebration, and tore off her short robe in a quick motion. She stood in the middle of the ring, posing in her small black bikini. He breasts threatened to burst out of the top and the bottom portion, a small triangle tied on with a string struggles to cover her trimmed pubic hair. Trish grinned as she saw her opponent’s eyes bulge.

Breaking the pose after only a brief pause, Trish marched up to her opponent, his eyes, transfixed with the bouncing of her barely concealed breasts. He never even saw her right knee fly forward as if it were spring loaded when she reached him. The thud could be heard from the stands. Trish nailed him with the very end of his knee at full velocity, capturing his right ball between her kneecap and his pelvis. This time his eyes really bulged. He let out a cry and began to double over. Trish grabbed his shoulders to steady herself as her knee was already driving forward with the second blow. This time her opponent just sobbed and his knees began to buckle. Trish realized that she wouldn’t be able to holdup his dead weight, lowered her shoulder and practically threw him backwards into the corner of the ring. His back slammed into the corner, his legs askew. As his legs were already jelly, he began to slide slowly down the post, his arms flailing to the sides.

Trish had wanted to step back and take a full kick, but realized she didn’t have time before her opponent would be on the ground and probably in a fetal position. So instead of stepping back to get the momentum she would need for a kick. Instead she followed her current momentum and lunged forward, to grab the ropes behind her victim. As she got a firm grasp on the ropes, she pulled with all her might to deliver one last devastating knee to the man’s groin before he fell to the ground. Like the first one, this was a perfect shot. The tip of her knee, the part with the most force and the least cushion, caught the man dead on. To add insult to injury, the man was already falling, adding force to the impact. In less than a second, the man was sobbing and twitching on the matt, oblivious to his surroundings.

The whole thing had taken 7 seconds. There was a hush over the crowd that grew to whispering, and eventually to yells and cheers. Trish was satisfied with herself. She knew she would need to add sensuality and torment to her devastation in future matches. But this was a great warm up. Trish walked out of the ring, without waiting for the scores.

Round 2

Before her next match, Trish was pacing in the warm up room. She had another cupcake as an opponent and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She wanted Stephanie McMahon to beat the tart as she knew she could wipe the matt with Stephanie and sort of hoped for the chance. But the cupcake wouldn’t be a problem. Yeah, she was a very sexy girl. But Trish understood she had barely beaten Stephanie because she clearly wasn’t an experienced ball buster. She would have to raise her game to another level to compete with Trish Stratus.

Trish headed out to watch her opponent, clad in her short robe and skimpy black bikini.

Laetitia Casta was already in the ring. She was wearing a sexy pink lace chemise with matching, hip-hugging panties. Trish could see why she was a lingerie model and not a wrestler. Laetitia’s opponent was stepping into the ring. He was young, maybe 19 and having problems getting in the ring while staring at Laetitia. Laetitia smiled back coyly and then pivoted slowly around, showing off her body to the young man. When the young man managed to make it through the ropes, he just stood there gawking. His erection was obvious in his loose athletic shorts. Trish noticed from her seat near the ring that the boy’s erection looked pretty impressive and it looked like Laetitia felt the same. She eyed it as she approached the boy.

Trish wasn’t sure the two of them ever looked each other in the eye. The boys gaze may have made it as far up as Laetitia’s lips, while hers stayed on the large bulge coming from his shorts. When Laetitia reached the boy, she smiled coyly again and reached down to stoke the throbbing erection though his shorts. Laetitia wrapped her left hand around it and began slowing pulling the boy across the ring to her corner. When they made it to the corner, Laetitia whispered something in the boy’s ear The boy blushed and nodded before turning around and pressing his back against the post. He then maneuvered his left foot between the first and second rope to his right and then did the same on his left with his left foot.

Trish had to hand it to the girl, she had the boy with his legs spread and captured that way. Trish’s admiration grew, when she saw Laetitia bend down to tie the boys legs to the ropes with pieces of cloth. The boy just stared at her cleavage as she did this; either oblivious to his fate or thinking any fate

was worth this. Laetitia stood up and beamed with satisfaction. She paused to enjoy the moment and then reach forward with her left hand and pulled the elastic front of the boy’s shorts down to release his throbbing erection. She then reach between his legs with her right hand and grabbed his balls before letting the elastic of the short go so they slapped into the under side of the boys balls. The boy jumped but never lost his smile. He just stood there with his balls hanging over the elastic portion of his shorts and his cock sticking up at a 45-degree angle.

Laetitia stared at the boys cock, it must have been 9 inches. She grabbed it with her left hand, looked up at the boy and kneed him in the nuts. He grunted but kept smiling. Laetitia grinned back and kneed him again and again and again. The knees were fast, but not all of them on target. The boy held on to the ropes and started to breath heavily. Laetitia held on to his cock and kept kneeing his balls. Her chest was starting to rise and fall more noticeably as she got into her work.

Trish got rather bored watching, thinking it looked more like foreplay than ball busting when the tone of the scene changed. It must have been the friction from Laetitia’s hand on the boys cock as she was kneeing him, combined with the site of this hot young woman breathing heavily 10 inches away from him. The boy let out a cry as one of Laetitia’s knees connected solidly, but it wasn’t from pain. He came hard, his cum spraying the bottom of Laetitia’s chemise and her leg.

Laetitia stood there in shock for a moment. The crowd started to laugh and she looked around in embarrassment. The boy looked even more embarrassed standing there with his cock starting to deflate in front of him. Laetitia let out a small scream of anger and stepped back to deliver a full force kick to the boy’s dangling testicles. He let out a cry and struggled to free his legs. Laetitia took a couple steps back before stepping forward and kicking again with all her might. The boy let out a squeal and tore his leg from the ropes to fall to the matt. It was over. Laetitia, turned and ran from the ring.

Trish smirked to herself. She almost felt bad for the girl. At the same time, she had learned a lot from her. Things she would use to make her own ballbusting stronger.

Trish got up and climbed into the ring. The boy was still lying on the ground untying his other leg. Trish walked over to him and told him to get out. The boy took one look at her face and climbed to his feet. He gingerly stepped between the second and third ropes with his right foot and bent to fit between them. As he did, Trish stepped forward and kicked him from behind with all her force. The kick caught him perfectly, driving him forward so his head hit against the post. The boy rolled into a ball in mid air and fell down onto the ground outside the ring and lay there mewing in pain. Trish yelled down at the boy, “That’s for cumming on a ball buster.”

Trish was pumped. She had to control herself. She wanted this match to last longer than 7 seconds. She decided to simply lean against the ropes, cross her arms across her chest and await her opponent. She knew it might be a better entrance if she let the victim come in first, but screw it. This is her ring; she awaited his arrival and dictated his departure.

As Trish leaned languidly against the ropes her victim walked towards the ring. He was wearing a wrestler’s outfit, all one-piece tight and fitting. The top portion was a tank, showing off some well-defined arms, shoulders and chest, while the bottom clung tightly to a respectable bulge in his shorts. He was reasonably tall, maybe 6 ft and had hair falling to his shoulders like some eurotrash wannabee model. He eyed Trish with a cocky grin as he climbed into the ring. Trish smiled to herself, and took off her robe to reveal her bikini to his ogling eyes. She pushed herself slowly off the ropes and sauntered towards him as he stood in his corner against the post watching her.

Trish smiled coyly and reached down to stroke the bulge in the wrestler’s uniform and it immediately began to grow. She looked up at the man’s face and saw that he was leering at her. Trish had every intention to play with the man before destroying him, but the leer infuriated her. She withheld her desire to crush his testicles there and then. Instead, she slowly lowered herself to one knee before the man, eyeing his now growing bulge as she did so. The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Trish rubbed the side of her face against his now erect penis through the thin material. In the process of doing so, she worker her right shoulder between his muscular thighs. She moved it around until she was sure she had one ball pinned between the front of her shoulder and the man’s right thigh and the other ball pinned between the back of her shoulder and the man’s left thigh. She reached up with her right hand to grab one of the ropes behind the man and began to tense her right leg.

The man’s eyes popped open and he let out a groan as Trish pushed forward with all of her might grinding his right testicle between the front of her shoulder, and his pelvis and thigh. She could feel it compress and grind as she rolled it between the bone of her shoulder and the bone of his pelvis. The man tried to go on his tiptoes to release the pressure only to lose all his leverage. Trish was grinding her shoulder forward and backward mashing his testicles with all the force she could drive into her legs. The man tried to grab her hair but kept loosing his balance as he involuntarily tried to adjust to relieve the pressure on his balls. He ended up grabbing onto the ropes. The man then tried to pick up his left leg to try to swing it over Trish’s head and Trish would lean forward and grind his right testicle between the front of her shoulder and his pelvis. He would twist his body involuntarily to try to escape and put his left leg down. He would then try with the other leg and Trish would push backwards with her should and pin his left testicle. Trish liked feeling each testicle squishing against her shoulder.

Finally the guy escaped by falling forward. Trish ducked her head and allowed him to fall onto his hands and knees. Trish immediately rose up and slammed her right knee into the tight outline of his balls from behind. The man let out a gurgle and tried to crawl forward to get away. Trish grinned stood up and watch him crawl away from her on all fours until he was the perfect distance. She then stepped forward and kicked the outline of the man’s balls yet again. This time the man’s arms gave out and his face fell to the matt, his ass still in the air. He reached forward to grab the ropes to try to pull himself up.

Trish was impressed by the man’s fortitude and stupidity as she looked at the perfect target of the man’s balls directly in front of her. Trish resisted and walked around to stand next to the man’s head. She put her boot under the man’s nose and stated, “Kiss my boots and beg for mercy”

The man shook his head violently and continued to struggle to pull himself up. Trish laughed, grabbed the man’s head by his hair and yanked him up so he was wavering on his knees in front of her. When the man looked up he was staring straight at Trish’s breasts as they strained against her bikini. He slowly moved his eyes up to her neck and face as his head was pulled back by Trish. He saw that she smiled at him, but he never saw the kick that smashed right into his battered testicles.

Trish couldn’t hold onto him as he fell to the ground. She placed her boot in front of his face. He shook his head again, his body flopping as he tried to rise to his knees.

Trish grinned and grabbed the guy by his hair again and dragged him forward to the ropes. She then pulled him back onto his knees and threw him into the ropes. The man grabbed onto them and began to struggle to get to his feet again. Trish meanwhile, sauntered back behind the man to watch. As soon as he pulled his right leg forward to try to stand, Trish stepped forward and kicked him in the nuts from behind. She could see them compress, move to each side of her boot and then move back again as her foot mashed them and then retreated. She loved. She was tempted to take the boots off so she could feel it, but decided against it.

The man flopped forward, hanging onto the ropes with his legs flailing. Trish calmly stepped between them and delivered another kick to his balls from behind. The kick thrust the man body forward so his arms and head were on one side of the ropes and his body, and most importantly his balls, were on the other.

Trish raised up her right hand and held up one finger, yelling “one”. Then a second finger and yelled “two”, and then a third and yelled “three”. On three she stepped forward and kicked the man hard from behind. The force drove him further forward. It was clear he was sobbing now. Trish stepped back and yelled to the crowd count for me. She held up one finger, the crowed roared “One”, a second, “Two” a third “three”. She stepped forward and kicked again. The man let out a curdled scream. Trish stepped back again, began to raise her hand again, when the man screamed out “no please” between his sobs.

Trish put out her hand in a wait sound to the crowd. A few still yelled one and a number more grumbled. “Is that what you call begging?” Trish asked the man. The man blubbered “oh god, please no more. I’m begging you please.”

Trish shrugged and looked up at the crowd questioningly. All she heard were people counting, One, Two Three.” She shrugged and took her place again and raised her one finger. One the crowed roared, two, the man was blubbering and pleading, “three”. Trish stepped forward and kicked his entire body 6 inches forward via his balls.

The man was now bawling, and begging between sobs. “Aw god please, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Beg to lick my boots” Trish snapped.

“Please, please, please let me lick your boots.” The man sobbed.

Trish backed up and stood in the middle of the ring, and put her hands on her beautiful hips “crawl over here and beg again.”

The man slowly worked to free himself of the ropes. After a struggle he fell freely face down on the matt. He crawled slowly towards Trish. When he finally reached her, he moved his face forward to begin licking her boots. Before he could do so, Trish lifted her right foot and pressed it down on the side of his face.

“No, no, no, silly man. I said beg to lick my boots.” Trish said through a Cheshire grin.

“Please ma’am let me lick your boots. Please, I’ll do anything. Just no more.”

Trish grinned, and said “OK, lick the bottom.”

As the man licked, Trish stood above him and raised her arms in victory, her boot firmly planted on the man face. She then turned and marched out of the ring. As if she had to wait for the judges. She was Trish Stratus.

Anna's Bout

By tall_pete

Trish sat down in the first row to watch. She put her robe back on and leaned back, reasonably pleased with her performance. Anna strutted down the aisle in a short tennis skirt and a low-cut, skin-tight tank top. She gave her come hither grin to all the guys. Trish wanted to slap it offer her impish face.

Anna strutted around the ring, playing with her skirt with her hands as her opponent climbed in behind her. Anna sauntered over to the man and stopped a few feet before him. She reached her hands up under her skirt on each side and slowly pulled her panties off in the middle of the ring. The crowed roared and the man's eyes practically bulged out of his head. Anna moved forward and wrapped her right leg around the man's left thigh as she leaned forward to whisper in the man ear. Groans were heard from the crowd as men imagined exactly what part of her anatomy Anna was pressing against the man's thigh as she whispered in his ear.

The man nodded a few times to what Anna was whispering. After maybe a minute, in which Anna was grinding softly against the man's thigh as she whispered in his ear, she moved back. She reached up with her left hand, which was holding her panties. The man hesitantly opened his mouth and she stuffed them in. As laughs and catcalls emanated from the crowd, Anna reached down and yanked the man's shorts off. His dick, caught in the elastic sprung free and bounced around in front of Anna's face as she bent down to remove his shorts. The man was loving the attention from the sexy tennis star.

Anna threw the pants and boxers out of the ring and turned her back to the man. She took two small steps and then leaned over, placing her hands on the matt and spreading her legs slightly. Her short skirt rode up so that the man could just see her pubic hair. Anna was a real blond.

As he bent his head to the side to see if he could get a better view, Anna pulled her left leg up to her chest, and aimed carefully before flinging her leg up and backwards, directly into the man's balls. It was a perfect shot. Her heel hit the man in the center of his ball sac and kept driving. He was lifted up onto his toes and driven back into the post with the shot. The man doubled over and his knees bent. He would have surely fallen if he weren't leaning against the post.

Anna quickly rolled over so she was on her back. Her knees were bent and her legs were spread slightly so her skirt fell onto her tummy. The man had a perfect view of her perfectly manicured vagina. Anna then put her hands up as if to ask him to help her up off the ground. The man, with his eyes traveling from Anna's sexy smile to her exposed and inviting vagina, raised himself slightly, put his right leg forward gingerly and began to reach down to take her hands. In so doing, he left his balls exposed. Anna, took his hands and pulled both her feet back as if she was going to roll forward to stand up. Instead, she thrust both feet forward, slamming into his balls. She kept pushing forward and upward, holding onto the man's hands and pinning him against the post. Once she was confident she was supporting most of the man's weight with her feet and his balls, she began rocking her feet back and forth. The man was grinding his balls beneath his weight and was letting out a high pitched mewing sound around Anna's panties, which were still stuck in his mouth. His legs had long since given out and his body was twitching violently as she rolled his balls between her feet and his groin. Finally he just threw his weight forward in an attempt to escape the torture. Anna was ready for this. She let he legs give and rolled back further, before she thrust her legs straight over her head this time, throwing the man on is stomach in the middle of the ring by the force of her feet on his balls. The man lay on his stomach for a while in shock, before slowly curling up into a ball.

Anna lay on the ground, her knees up and her legs still slightly spread. She lifted her head and looked at the judges table which was located just off that side of the ring. She grinned at the judges as each of them had their eyes glued between her legs. The first judge raised his sign, a 9.5. The second man, with a big leer on his face raised his sing, a 9.8. If she got another 9.8 she would win. Trish was furious. These pricks were voting as they stared at Anna's beaver. They weren't even thinking about the bb anymore. Trish was sitting by the judges table and she could see that the last man had a 9.6 on his board, but he hadn't raised it yet. All he had to do was raise it and Trish would win. But he was staring at Anna and Anna was pouring it on with her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. Anna rose slowly to her feet and as she did so her skirt fell back down to cover her ass and vagina.

The man seemed to start to slowly come out of his spell. But before he reached down to pick up his sign, Anna turn in the opposite direction to slide under the ropes and get out of the ring. But Anna bent all the war down and went under the second rope. In so doing, she bent all the way over and clearly showed her ass and vagina to the judge. His hands stopped as he concentrated fully on what he saw. His eyes still didn't falter as Anna stood up and turned to face him. She played with her skirt, pulling it to reveal the very top of one thigh and then the other as she sauntered towards him.

That tramp is going to change her score, Trish thought to herself. There was no way Trish was going to let that happen. She jumped out of her seat and stormed towards Anna, who froze in her tracks when she saw Trish approach her. Trish had a good head of steam and she was able to bring all of her force behind a flying kick to Anna's groin. It was probably the training for the tournament. The reaction was not what it would have been if Anna had balls, but the force of the kick practically lifted Anna off the ground and it was clear a violent shock of pain went through her body. She doubled over with a shriek and began to tumble to the ground. Before she could, Trish delivered a devastating knee to her face, throwing her back and into the side of the ring.

Ann was practically out on her feet and began to slide to the ground. But Trish leaped forward and grabbed her head by her hair with her left hand and her crotch by her pubic hair with her right hand. She then pulled Anna off her feet and threw her head first directly into the crotch of the only security guard brave enough to even approach Trish. The force of Anna's head pounding into the guard’s balls knocked Anna out and sent the guard sprawling.

Trish pointed at the judge and yelled "Show her score." The man timidly held up the 9.6, making Trish the winner. The crowd cheered as Trish marched off leaving the wreckage of her work behind her.