Mixed Battles
Mixed fighting freestyle, ballbusting, 330 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.
Even though only twenty-two, Tom was not a boy and even though Mrs. Martin seemed to be vibrating with emotional energy, Tom appeared a formidable opponent with his broad chest, hard stomach and muscular legs. In his own eye he had a mean glint as he stared with insolent confidence at his wife. Who said a fight had to be fair?
Watching the anger in her eyes, Tom was sure her first strike would be into his nutsack and he positioned himself for defense of his jewels. Jennifer was confident of her win and knew Tom might get in a punch or two but in her own mind the outcome and agony she would inflict on Tom were as good as a sure bet. At this stage of the fight, each envisioned themselves as victors.
Tom and Jennifer circled each other cautiously. Finally Tom's patience for waiting for the most desirable opening wore thin and he approached Jennifer in a crouch with left arm and hand lowed to protect his balls with the intent to bowl her over. The lowered arm and hand were all Jennifer needed and in the last three feet of his approach she sprung from her low defensive position into a devastatingly powerful spinning circle in which her well shaped right leg extended itself with her right foot crushing into the side of Tom's head. The heel of the Mary Jane gave a forceful crack and Tom's body fell hard on his right side with him too stunned to utter a sound.
She was serious, his spinning head told him, but it was too late and his head hurt too much to take a defensive action as she crowded towards him drawing her foot back and striking the toe of her Mary Jane into his exposed throat. If he had wanted to say anything before he couldn't now other than to moan or scream out - intelligible words could not make it past the pain of his kicked windpipe. This forceful kick had laid him out and back on the thick grass with the pain from her powerful kick involuntarily convulsing him into a position wrestlers refer to as a bridge, where head and neck and the feet keep the body elevated off the mat to avoid a pin. While useful in wrestling, it merely exposed his walnut sized balls and thick cock as the most desired target on Jennifer's wish list.
She thrilled at this early opportunity to kick into his nuts and knew it wouldn't last long -it would be only a second or two before he collapsed from this involuntary position of pain.
Staring almost mesmerized by this opportunity at his nuts she whispered, "Beautiful." to herself at this wonderful opportunity to do Tom hurtful damage for the disinterest and pain she had experienced from him the past few months, and then without wasting a motion Jennifer glided forward closing the distance between where she stood and where her last powerful kick to the throat had landed Tom. She seized opportunity while it was available to her, planting her left foot firmly outside of his right hip while arcing her right leg and foot backwards and then in a single graceful motion forward brought her Mary Jane clad foot powerfully between the elevated vee created by his legs just as his agonized body reached it's involuntary arching apex from her last kick to his throat.
In this instant of his helpless pained state, Tom could only witness the inevitable through the welling tears of hurt in his eyes from her kick to his throat and head as her pretty leg accelerated toward his balls. The toe of her Mary Jane drove deep into the vee of his legs and punched his scrotum and balls deep into him leaving her with a pleasured and satisfied feeling especially as his body bucked with her strike and she heard the animal sound of his tortured scream from the agony she created in his balls. She felt his legs close involuntarily and powerfully from anguished pain against her right leg which was still placed deep in his crotch with her knowing that his pain was tremendous. His muscular thighs closing on her ankle only increased her sense of power and pleasured feeling knowing that his legs were drawn tight involuntarily by the monstrous hurt her kick had given to his balls and knowing his thighs were no match for hers even in his involuntary tortured state.
She wiggled her foot savagely scrambling his nuts, maintaining the pain at a crescendo level and then drew back forcefully bringing her knee up high enough to touch her breast and then delivered a tremendous stomp to his pain softened gut before the powerful contraction of his muscles pulled him into a fetal ball from her previous deep nut kick. His whoosh of air left him feeling the pain in his balls, but no air to even scream further in agony. He was silenced and gasping by her stomping. When Jennifer's powerful kick had connected with Tom's nutsack, she had shouted "Yes!" in exultation.
Jennifer stood with her feet firmly planted apart a small distance away from Tom, her blue leotard gleaming in the afternoon sun. She was pleased and disappointed. Pleased that Tom was suffering deeply from her three powerful kicks which had happened more quickly and with spectacular early result much greater than she had expected and disappointed because he was not getting up. It was too soon to be over.
No way she thought to herself. He was going to suffer much more before the sun set today. She watched him try to rise twice but his pain kept him pulled to the ground, his groans of misery describing pain in his balls that kept the girl entertained. Her desire for more action though eventually overcame her watchful pleasure and imaginings and she fervently hoped for Tom to rise again for another fall.
"My balls!" he choked out between panting gasps and whimpers of pain. "You've crushed my nuts Jen. Ohhhhhh, my nuts! I can't get up. It hurts too bad. You really racked me bad," he whimpered in defeat, the fight gone from him too soon. While he spoke he struggled to his knees, bending forward at the waist, both hands cupping his swelling and very aching testicles, choking gasps coming from him.
"Be a man!" Jennifer spoke down to the squirming form of her hurting husband. "We haven't even begun yet. You told me men are stronger!" she threatened.
Tom almost appeared not to have heard, but in a few moments with his hands clutched to his balls he began to lever himself up at his waist to face her. He wasn't thinking clearly and while still on his knees he looked at Jennifer and since his throat was damaged from her kick, could only mouth the words which Jennifer easily read from the movement of his lips, "You bitch."
Jennifer smiled in delighted fury. She had feared he might want to give up and crawl away, but this unwise and unheard remark, only mouthed due to the pain in his throat, would ensure a second round of torture for him and more. She kneeled down face to face against her kneeling husband and grabbing his head and looking deep into the pain found within his eyes and said in a whisper, "I'm going to love hurting you even more. Thank you for calling me a bitch. It's going to make your suffering all the sweeter for me. I've really wanted this the past few months since you have been acting like such a jerk." and then she kissed him deep and long on his mouth and then rose while he was still kneeling and with her hands steadying and controlling his head, drew her knee back and slammed it full force into his face once, twice and then three times crushing his nose and leaving him senseless, but not so much that he removed his hands from his tortured nut sack from her one earlier kick to protect his face.
She was watching for his release of his balls to protect his face knowing that again with her superior position of upright dominance and he on his knees before her she could really do a job on his balls. In her minds eye she envisioned her foot sweeping back and then viciously forward toward his unprotected balls. He didn't leave his balls unprotected despite her brutal knees to his face though and she continued with her strategy. Grabbing his hair and ears tightly she forced his head back exposing his throat and she gave him a final right knee to the throat. Still, he protected his precious jewels even though he gagged horribly from her knee thrust to his neck. She switched to her left knee planting three more knees to his head and face before grabbing one of his arms and began pulling it back and forcing the tendons and ligaments to strain to the point of it being a useless offensive or defensive tool against her.
Despite his pain in face and balls, Tom struggled against her demanding pressure on his arm sensing her desire to expose his groin and the rest of his body to her powerful kicks again leaving him helpless to provide what little protection he could in his present state. Her pressure was relentless and eventually inch-by-inch he lost the battle for his arm and she had his arm behind him and twisted. This beginning pain as she twisted more was nothing like the agony remaining in his balls, but still he struggled hoping for her to weaken first.
She worked until having his arm where she wanted it, behind him and up while he knelt trying to stay upright, she then planted a powerful kick with her left Mary Jane into the middle of his back which punched him face down to the ground and increased her leverage on his arm until she twisted his ligaments and finished the usefulness of his arm off by stomping her right foot on his shoulder joint while she twisted and pulled, ultimately dislocating his arm. His cry was muffled by the grass which forced itself into his mouth as he screamed.
Momentarily he forgot about his balls in this wrenching torture. Jennifer dropped his now useless arm and it flopped to his side. Tom's one hand lay beneath him cupping most of his ball sack. Jennifer thought only for a moment about leaving him one arm for defense, but quickly decided against it. This wasn't about mercy or fairness, it was about making good with her grudge and showing him who was boss. When she finished with him he would be changed and understand he was not to oppose her in anything. Her wish would be his command. No questions asked. If not, she realized she could have any man and beat them just as well.
Tom wasn't the only man, but probably the most hurting right now she thought and smiled with grim satisfaction. With this realization she went after his other arm, first by standing to one side of his prone and pained body and stomping down fiercely on his good shoulder softening him up while he still lay face down, like banging a jar rim on a counter until it loosened and the lid could be easily twisted off.
Jennifer gave several cruel kicks utilizing her fabulous legs and feet to strike devastating blow into Tom's ribs, side and hip until he cried out in anguish and tried to move himself up, but his damaged arm was too much hindrance and he succeeded only in helping Jennifer as she used the opportunity of his lift to rip his remaining good arm out to the side and then sat perpendicular to him down on the ground as he tried to pull his arm back with all his remaining strength while Jennifer pulled his arm out and then holding him firmly by the wrist with her two hands. With her long attractive legs she gave a brutal kick to the side of his head while pulling his arm and with her other foot and leg and stomped down underneath his arm. Each hit created different, but satisfying sounds of heel against flesh and cries of pain from her victim upon impact.
Jennifer continued to apply her shapely leg pressure at those points and pulled torturously on his arm towards the vee of her seated crotch created by her legs while gasps of pain escaped Tom's tortured throat. Tom fought hard to retain his arm from becoming a useless appendage under Jennifer's pressure and despite her tremendous effort was holding his own until Jennifer moved her left foot forcing his head almost from his neck back down to his tortured throat and reapplied the pressure cutting off the blood supply and oxygen to him until he weakened sufficiently for her to successfully wreak havoc without restraint on his remaining arm and then dancing up in triumph as both his arms lay uselessly beside him.
Eyeing him laying face down on his stomach with his useless arms beside him Jennifer prepared for her next acts of aggression. Jennifer ordered Tom to roll over, but in his pain he did not hear her or elected to ignore her. That was cool with her; she could accomplish her goal in more than one way. "Spread your legs Tom. Now!"
Tom did not do as he was ordered. Jennifer stood back and placed her foot forcefully between his resisting thighs twisting her foot towards nuts that his now useless arms would no longer allow his hands to protect. She looked forward to renewing the peak agony he would feel in his balls which she would create. She worked her foot towards his clenched legs with pleasure and determination. Her mouth opened slackly in anticipated pleasure and her eyes gleamed sensing his desperation in resisting and struggling against her intrusion between his legs. He was using all the exertion he could muster and pleading at the same time for her to stop which excited her to hear his begging for mercy. Now she was on a mission and would stop only when she had conquered him into complete submission.
She was winning and nearing her objective when in a last gesture of defiance Tom twisted his body as violently as possible in his condition with Jennifer's foot between his legs causing her to be off balance and fall down. Using her natural athletic abilities she made the fall almost seem planned and struck out strong and hard twice with the heel of her Mary Jane into the back of Tom's thighs causing them to numb and she easily pulled her other foot out from between his legs. With his legs still numbed and suffering from those blows, Jennifer scrambled and grabbed his ankles and twisted him over to his back and then with forceful strength pulled his legs apart, one to each side of her, and leaned forward folding his legs as much as they would go to the sides of his chest, like an accordion, fully exposing his genitals to the putting her face only a foot or so directly above his.
Jennifer looked deeply into Tom's eyes from her position of superiority and saw in his eyes fear and anguish as he understood what she intended to do to his jewels and he was helpless to stop it. He attempted to twist on his back but was helpless against her pressure. Jennifer was strategically positioned to do him damage if she wanted and they fervently hoped she wanted.
"I'm really going to hurt you now Tommy. Really hurt you - right where it counts most. It will give me the greatest pleasure you have ever given me. You've been a son of a bitch the last few months and it's going to cost you now. I'm wet now just thinking about what I am going to do next. You know what it is don't you? Prepare yourself," Jennifer said with languid pleasure in her voice, her eyes bright with the anticipation of using her shapely knees to crush his balls at her leisure while she kept him helpless in this position. They both knew there was no escape for him in her dominant position and the position of helplessness in which she held him. No rolling into a fetal ball of protection. No twisting in escape. No way to use his more powerful body from this position to overcome hers. He was at her mercy. He did not see mercy in her eyes. His balls still ached ferociously and he thought even without any more hits they might burst.
He moaned and whimpered in pleading submission asking her in a choked whisper, "You win, please you win. Please Jenn, don't do my balls again. Please."
"It’s not over yet Tommy. Not yet Tommy, not yet. You called me a bitch. I'm going to show you what a ball busting bitch is like," she grinned ferociously. “Your pain is just beginning. Remember, you asked for it. I'm loving it. You are going to hurt, Tommy. Right where it really counts," she said with a husky pleasure which frightened Tom even further.
It was obvious that Tom was completely helpless now against Jennifer and that Jennifer could do whatever she wanted against his balls and they hoped it would be plenty.
"Please," Tom begged in a whining voice to Jennifer which she found surprisingly pleasant to listen to in the circumstances. "You win. I'll do whatever you ask. I prom...” Balancing on her left leg, she drew her right knee up and back as far as possible and drove it in with all her power striking deeply into his exposed groin catching him in mid sentence. She felt him shudder with the crush of her knee as he spasmed from the pain she caused and watched his eyes grow bright with pain and then dull and finally close in agony listening to the scream which gurgled from his throat. She had caught him good, but in her position and control over him there would be many chances now to improve her performance. His spasms of pain from the power of her knee to his groin created the opposite and pleasant sensation in her own - the excited tingle that was swelling with her dominance was reaching crescendo proportions. With his back pressed tightly into the grass covered earth and her power pressing dominantly down to him he could only submit himself for more abuse.
"Please," Tom choked out in a gurgled whimper, "No more. I'm begging for mercy." his voice choked and he groaned from the terrible messages of pain his balls were sending to his brain.
"You're not a little boy. You're a man. You must learn to be punished like a man, even if it is by a woman," Jennifer said and then altered her position and slammed her other knee deep into his already crushed groin. His scream had not died from her ears when she struck again and then again. She reached her own orgasm with the fourth crushing knee to his nutsack. She recovered from the most powerful orgasm in her memory while Tom shuddered and convulsed beneath her sustaining her pleasure.
His face radiated the pain his balls must feel and yet she remained unsympathetic. He had brought this on, not her, she felt. She would be in control now. She knew from this onslaught that his plum size balls would be the size of large oranges by tomorrow and hurt for weeks. She was pleased. Each step when he moved for the next few weeks would painfully remind him who was boss and what he could expect if he didn't satisfy. It was good to be a winner and dominant over a man who by size and gender was rated more powerful but was now helpless, hurt and humiliated beneath her. It had been easy. Much easier than she had thought. She was unscathed and experienced an increasing sexual excitement from it all. She had not really expected to orgasm with her triumph, but that she did made it even sweeter. His shuddering and screams from her violent attack on his nuts had excited her tremendously, ultimately to the point of an incredible orgasm. The intensely pleasurable feeling of his quaking in pain beneath her was a turn-on that could not be duplicated in other ways. Something to use again on Tom and perhaps other men and maybe boys.
She thought it would be a rewarding touch to give one last kick that would make him unconscious and wake up into his world of pain again. She smiled down into his agonized and pleading eyes, listening to his coughing and near retching from the tremendous pain she had forced him to endure and then stood up and before his strained legs could recover to more normal and protective positions, she drew back a perfectly shaped and tanned leg, fully bent at the knee and pulled it tight against the thin cloth covering her excited and tautly nippled breast and then drove it down into his nutsack, the black heel of her shoe burying itself in his scrotum. His scream was brief and when she looked up towards his face she saw his eyes roll back and his face black out. She thought about it philosophically. That last kick had pleasured her and would give him a few minutes of peace until he came to. Watching him try to walk the next few weeks would be a treat she thought. He would not forget this beating and she would use her dominance from this fight to her fullest advantage.
She had thought she might let them have a turn at Tom, but her beating of him was more complete than even she expected. Her arousal was such that she had even more adult pleasures in mind to use his body to pleasure her more. She wanted to spend a few minutes or maybe hours queening him - sit on his face and grind her pussy onto his mouth - but decided against it. Force him to service her. She was sure that aspect of her triumph would be an obvious part in forming of his obedience.
She planned on Tom bringing her off many times that night yet with his lips and tongue which she had intentionally avoided damaging. He wouldn't be able to say no with his crushed windpipe she giggled to herself.
His weeping moans were music to her ears and she anticipated more tears to come from him from new ways she had devised for him to pleasure her.
