Futanari Ballbusting: Boxing

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I’ve always liked wrestling, MMA and kickboxing. I could never do it myself for various reasons, but I’ve always liked watching people beat the crap out of other people, and it helps to know it isn’t actual real and nobody is getting hurt.

One day however, my then girlfriend, a midsized, athletic blonde woman named Jen, convinced me to join our colleges boxing club. We never went out and fought other colleges, it was just for fun and staying in shape.

It also wasn’t actual boxing, you could bring in kicks and head butts and stuff, and there were always medical staff on duty.

Jen wasn’t really a fan of fighting by the way, she just liked seeing me in the boxing uniform.

I’m a somewhat tall Futanari named Kayle, I have long brown hair, a muscular body (but not like an amazon or something, I looked toned and fantastic), long legs, large, firm breasts, and a great butt I’ve spent years doing squats for. My eyes are blue, and the boxing uniform hugs your body tightly.

See, the top is fine enough, it’s just a tight white t-shirt that’s just meant to drape over your sports bra, but the shorts are a tight black that really shows off your ass due to its several grey stripes.

That’s where the problem is. I’m a futa with a large pair of testicles and a long cock. I always wear underwear, but that’s not enough because just a minute into any boxing match my cock falls out and just starts dangling, which is distracting for everyone. It’s distracting to me because… Well… It feels good to have everyone ogling my impressive length… But it’s also distracting towards the other girl because she’s either a futa who instantly gets jealous, or she’s a girl who wants to jump on me right there, or I’m boxing Jen and the sight of me instantly makes her wet and she pulls me into a supply closet.

… Buuuuut… Then there was a little bit of a problem.

So… Much to my shame, I was a really shitty person back then (this was a few years ago and I’d never do this now!), and when this one girl who I couldn’t possibly remember the name of asked to have sex with me… Well, her boobs were the size of my head… So, like… yeah.

I tried to keep it a secret from Jen, and when we went to a boxing club meet up I had no idea she knew.

Basically what I’m saying is everything that happened that day was pretty much justified.

We met up outside the gym door, she was waiting for me.

“Hey Jen.” I said, oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Kayle.” She responded.

We went to the locker room and changed into the boxing uniform. She looked fantastic in hers, and while I thought at the time I felt her eyes looking me up and down, I now know it was for a different reason than I thought.

I bahis firmaları used my vast mental fortitude to not get a boner though, and we went out into the gym. It was in the actual gymnasium with bleachers and everything, but there were pads on the ground and about 30 girls and maybe 6 futas in the room, with the coach being a large breasted woman who always wore a blue track suit.

Everyone was stretching and getting ready.

I stretched with Jen, not really talking in the mean time, but doing those exercises like putting your feet together, grabbing your hands and moving back and forth.

“Kayle,” Jen said. “Let’s go a round.”

“S-sure!” I was excited because under normal circumstances that meant sex was about to happen.

So we put on our mouth pieces and small glove things, and stepped onto the boxing mat, with everyone else surrounding us to watch.

I thought that was strange at first, but I figured they all just wanted to see my dick, so I thought nothing of it.

The bell rang, and I need to explain something.

See, I don’t wear a cup. This isn’t a matter of preference, this is a necessity. My privates are far too big to stuff into a cup. Each testicle is the size of a fully grown orange, and my cock goes almost all the way to my knees while flaccid (not that I get much bigger while hard). There is no cup in the world that could protect my junk is what I’m saying.

So the bell rang, and instantly she shot out a kick to my junk.

My mouth guard fell out of my mouth, and I feel to my knees and held my crotch.

“W-what… Was for..?” I managed to squeeze out between gasps before falling to my side.

Jen simply took off her gloves, spat out her mouth guard and squatted next to me.

“I know what you did with that skank.” She said without a hit of emotion in her voice, causing my eyes to go wide.

“J-jen! I, I can exp-” I was interrupted by her falling to her side, going directly into an elbow to my balls.

“AHH!” I yelled, kicking my legs back and forth to try and alleviate the pain.

She sat up and savored the sight of me in such intimate pain.

After a few seconds, A. I realized all the girls, teacher included, were watching and knew I cheated on Jen, and B. Jen brought me to my feet.

“Fall again and it’ll take a lot longer for you to stand up.” She calmly said as she put her gloves back on, intent to actually “box” me.

I raised my fists, my knees were together but before the bell rang Jen went down and manually opened them up into a proper stance, giving me an annoyed look while doing it.

After that, the bell rang, and I thought it would be in my best interest to actually try and box her.

I swung my right fist out, aiming kaçak iddaa for her head, but she ducked under that, and went into an uppercut right at my balls.

I was conscious not to fall to the ground, but my hands instantly went to protect my balls and my knees were clenched together in a squat like position. It took everything I had not to fall.

“Oooh!” A random spectator said.

“Right In the jewels!”

“A few more hits like that and don’t think she’ll even be capable of cheating again!”

There was a loud cheer in the gym and Jen waited for me to stand back up.

It took all my might, but I tried to hit her in the side with a round kick, but all she did was grab my leg and hit me twice in the junk before throwing me to the side, hoping I’d fall.

My muscles tightened and somehow I didn’t go down.

I was facing away from her, and Jen landed two perfect kicks up in between my legs.

I felt like dying and I almost threw up, but I turned around and raised my fists, even though all my instincts were telling my hands to cover the girls.

At this point my cock had fallen out of my shorts and Jen was staring at it.

I thought I could use her distraction as my chance to hit her in the gut or something, but she was nowhere near as distracted as I thought. She dodged my punch to the right, shot her fist out like a bullet and directly smashed my cock against my thigh. I bent over a little to hold it, and that’s when Jen took the opportunity to knee me in the sack.

The sheer force of her knee brought me in the air at least a foot, and I came back hard on my back, squirming in pain.

“Shouldn’t have fallen.” Jen said with a tisk as she walked towards me.

“Hold on!” The busty coach said, running over. “She might be hurt, these pads aren’t very thick!”

She ran over to me and bent down. She started inspecting me, to make sure I wasn’t bleeding… Meanwhile, even with the pain I was in, I still inspected how beautiful she looked, how she never zipped up her track suit all the way and how whatever bra she used made her cleavage look phenomenal.

The coach noticed the boner I got though.

“Oh, she’s fine.” She reached down hard and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them and it felt like hell.

“AAAAH! P-please stop!” I yelled.

“Okay, testicle senses are fine. She can continue.” The coach said as she patted my junk, and then grabbed me by both my testicles and shoulder to get me back up into a standing position. “Go ahead.” The coach walked off the mat and the bell sounded for us to continue on.

I saw Jen move her leg, so I expected a kick and moved my hands down to protect myself, but that was just a ruse. She punched me in the right tit, causing all my kaçak bahis attention to go there, and with my hands up, covering my sensitive boob, she bent down to one knee and smashed her padded fist (the pads did nothing) into my unprotected groin, causing me to fall on the ground again. I turned around though, my butt in the air and my face pressed against the floor padding’s, and nothing I did to ease the pain helped.

“Oh,” Jen said, her voice monotone. “I guess this is actually the second time you’ve fallen. I need to make good on my promise.”

The first thing she did was bring up her foot to prod my nuts, she was in the best position to do so and… It felt sort of like if you flick yourself in the nuts, or if someone else does it. You know it’s not a big hit, but it might hurt worse out of anything. Besides, my junk was already swollen and bruised.

All she did was snap her fingers and three women ran over to me and ripped off my shorts. Two stood facing each other with my legs around their shoulders, and the third one was behind me, making sure I stayed stable.

If that was a crap explanation of the position I was in, I apologize. My balls were immediately used as Jens speed bag so I’m a little fuzzy on the specific details.

“Kayle,” Jen said in the process of beating my sack. “I’m not sure if I’ve said this yet, but this is just what happens when you cheat on me with some big titted bitch.” She gave a hard upper cut that mashed my baseball sized testicles against my pelvis. “Oh, and you can take this as our break up, just in case that wasn’t clear.” She brought her two fists together and squished my testicles in between them. “Hopefully you won’t make the same mistake with the next girl, right?”

This next part was especially cruel.

She looked up at my face, my teeth clenched and tears down my cheeks.

Then she took the entire length of my cock in her mouth, brought me to completion in like 10 seconds (the act of cumming was a tad painful and everyone joked that I didn’t last long), but as I came Jen brought her un-gloved fist up and smashed her knuckles into my unprotected jewels, causing them to audibly crack.

Everyone let me fall to the ground soon after my convulsions became too much.

I passed out a bit later and woke up in the nurses office, the only thing covering my junk was the thin white sheet.

The nurse was a sexy lady with long silver hair.

As a favor to Jen she “accidently” dropped a couple of books on my nuts while checking to see if I was alright. There were also a few mandatory tests involving her making sure my nerves were still intact. This involved squeezing my balls and slapping them while I was trying to nap.

I’m not sure it was actually necessary.

Oh well, my balls healed after a few days of mild soreness, and then after this whenever Jen saw me in the hallway she yelled “MANCHECK” and kneed me in the nuts… I ended up seeing her a lot that semester…

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