It was a Saturday morning and David was hornier than he’d ever been before. It was now five weeks since this had all began. And in that time, he had not gotten to have even one single orgasm. Every Saturday and every Wednesday Raylene would come over, put on the boxing gloves and beat his balls. Every time so far, she had left him moaning on the floor holding his nuts before almost any time had passed. He’d only made it as far as the second round once, two weeks ago. After brutalizing his nuts, she would claim her reward from her win: she would go fuck his wife while he sat and watched. His balls were blue from the teasing and sore from the beating.
When
this had all started, he’d
thought it would just be a one time thing, but Cynthia was clearly
loving seeing him like this, and she had decreed that he couldn’t
quit until he went the distance, all five rounds, at least once and
that she wasn’t going to have sex with him or let him masturbate
until he earned it in the boxing practice.
He hadn’t thought that his demure wife who had been unwilling to
even bust his balls herself would be into this, but clearly something
about watching his nuts get beaten twice a week and then having hot
lesbian sex with her busty friend was doing it for her.
And on top of that, after his last defeat his wife had decided that the problem was that he just wasn’t horny enough, despite how he would get a throbbing erection any time she and he were alone together. So she had spent Thursday and Friday evening teasing him intently, grabbing his genitals and kneading them whenever she was near him, pressing her generous chest against whatever body part of his was handy (his chest, his head, his arms), and Friday night at bed time, she’d dressed up in sexy lingerie and then spent almost two hours making out with him. He wound up with a pretty bad case of blue balls.
He spend Saturday morning trying to distract himself by reading a book in his room, but he was still already pretty wound up when he heard Raylene at the door. Cynthia popped her head into the room he was in and told him to get dressed. He stripped out of his clothes and put on his boxing shorts and got the target pads out of the closet. He then went to the living room to wait.
Just standing there, he was already getting hard thinking about the ball-busting which was coming his way. A pretty and very busty girl was going to pummel his poor plums while his wife watching and “refereed” which mostly consisted of cheering on Raylene. And he knew that unless somehow he managed to withstand far more punishment than he ever had before, today was going to end the same way every other Saturday and Wednesday had: with him watching helplessly from the sidelines with a throbbing cock as the two girls kissed and touched and licked and sucked each other. So before they even came out from changing, he was already tenting out his shorts.
When they did finally join him in the living room, he was amazed. His wife’s usual outfit was a tiny striped bikini which she called her referee’s uniform. But this time she’d decided to forgo the top. Her big heavy breasts with their large light-pink nipples were quite a sight and always excited him. But even more surprising was that Raylene had also decided to go topless. The last few weeks, she had switched to wearing underwear on the bottom and her sports bra on top. But today, although she was still wearing gray cotton panties and boxing gloves, she was wearing nothing else.
He had seen her naked chest before when she had been in bed with his wife, but he hadn’t seen her strutting around like this before. They were large and round at the base, but her breasts had a pointed shape which thrust her brown nipples forward, emphasizing their surprisingly long nubs. As she walked towards him, her breasts jiggled in an unfamiliar, but distinctly sexy way. His hard cock, at this point, was twitching vigorously.
Raylene addressed him after glancing down to see all the twitching in his shorts. “I take it you like it this way. Your wife thought that you weren’t horny enough, so I figured I could help.”
“You both look amazing,” he answered, being sure not to leave out his wife.
“Thanks. I figure this way you’ll get a reminder of what’s waiting for you if you manage to go the distance and what you’ll miss out on if you don’t.”
“Uh, yeah,” he said, unsure what to say.
“Okay,” Cynthia jumped in, “I’ve got the timer set up. You two ready?”
“Uh, sure,” he replied.
“Always ready to beat some balls,” Raylene answered with a big smile.
“Okay, start!”
He held the pads up. Raylene threw a right cross, jabbed with her left, and then landed a ducking right uppercut solidly into his nuts. David staggered back in pain and bent at the waist a little from the shock of the sudden, forceful blow to his nuts, but he realized as he began to really feel the pain and not just the smack of it, that it hadn’t hurt quite a badly as he’d thought it was going to. Maybe there really was something to this whole question of being horny enough. His cock definitely wasn’t relenting. He’d gotten a very nice view of her breasts jiggling as she threw her punches, and he found that sight very, very sexy.
He stood straight up again, holding up the pads for her to target, and she repeated the same combo, this time hitting his nuts even harder, as if she felt that she hadn’t gotten it right the first time. This time it affected him more. His head swam a little from the pain and he staggered. His legs felt a little jelly-like, but his shook his head for a moment and he regained his composure.
He stepped back up in position to take the next combo. She threw a left jab, another left jab, and then a low right-handed cross to the crotch. She was still having trouble getting that one on target and it hit him above the balls, smacking the base of the shaft of his rock-hard dick. It surprised him a little, but otherwise had no effect, except to make his cock pulse once.
He held steady with the pads. And started to think that maybe he would make it through the round if things kept going like this. But then he noticed the irritated look in Raylene’s face as she saw his lack of reaction. This time she tried the same combo, but swung harder, and, as it turned out, on target. Her gloved fist smashed into his nuts and she followed through well, delivering enough force that he felt an sudden, immense pain in his vulnerable testicles and immediately fell down to one knee.
His nuts were screaming with pain, but he wasn’t overwhelmed. It hurt badly, but he was still mentally together and handling it. He had managed to only go down to the one knee. He was tempted to rise again immediately, but as his wife started the count, he knew that he should milk it a little, so he waited until seven to rise.
He put his hands in position and Raylene eagerly threw her next combo. This time, she mixed it up a little. Two left jabs at the pads, a right cross, and then she ducked in and did a left uppercut which smashed right into his balls. Unlike the ducking right uppercut, her ducking left uppercut just didn’t have quite as much force behind it. She had been working on it since the first week and it was definitely getting more forceful, but it was just a more awkward blow. This time, it landed, but it only hurt enough that he stepped back a little.
Once he stood back up, she tried the same combo again, but to pretty much the same effect. All this punching was starting to add up, and his nuts were getting a little extra tender, but between how sexy it was to have his balls busted by this hot girl with her naked breasts swinging with every punch she threw and the fact that his success was making him think of the possible reward, his cock was absolutely turgid and that was counterbalancing things some.
She went back to the well a third time, trying to really get it right, but again, it was enough to put him a little off-balance and this time he exhaled hard, but she definitely wasn’t wrecking his balls this way. So she decided to turn things up a little.
This time, she started with a right cross and then did two quick left jabs, and then ducked down and delivered a powerful right uppercut right to his crotch. The blow landed forcefully and exactly on target causing tremendous pain, enough to momentarily overwhelm him. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
As intensely as he felt the pain in the moment, it did pass quickly. Cynthia was on about three at the time he got his wits back, and began to rise. Again, though, he milked it a little, waiting until 8 to get all the way up.
Raylene decided to go for the knock out and repeated the same combo. Right cross, two quick left jabs, and then a ducking right uppercut to his nuts. Her uppercut landed like a sledge hammer. It hurt even more than the last one, but this time the pain seemed to wake him up and make him hyper-aware. He felt his nuts distend in slow motion as they squished against his body and the waves of pain radiated outward causing his guts to clench hard. He tried to stay standing, but his legs became jelly, with his knees quavering and then giving in and slowly he sank to the floor.
Sometimes a blow like that would have left him completely out of it, but for some reason this time he still felt sharp. He saw the grin on Raylene’s face and the little shake her tits did when she punched a fist in the air in celebration of having gotten him so well. He saw his wife, Cynthia, leaning over him, her big tits hanging forward as she leaned down towards him as she began her count. He wanted so badly to fuck her again. He could feel how hard his cock was despite or perhaps partially because of, the terrible beating his balls were taking. And he tried to will himself up, but his legs wouldn’t work.
Her count went on, two then three then four, and valiantly he struggled, willing himself to rise, but his legs were uncooperative. He could feel the opportunity slipping away, second by second. Finally, at six, he managed to get his knee under him and rise just a little. Somehow that was enough, and his body started to slowly do as he willed. It took a bit, though, but at nine, he finally rose to his feet, just in time. Cynthia clapped for him, and even Raylene looked a little impressed.
But being impressed didn’t mean that she was going to let up. He put his pads up, and she went in for another quick combo. One left jab and then an immediate right-handed uppercut to his vulnerable nuts. Her glove smashed into them once more causing fresh waves of pain in his tender nuts. His guts were clenching tightly from the pain in his testicles, and he felt like he was in serious danger of emptying his stomach. He managed to stay up, but his knees were swaying under him, threatening to buckle.
He held his pads up anyway. Raylene felt pretty sure that the next blow was going to finish him off, so she decided to drag things out. She did a nice long combo: a right cross, a left jab, another left jab, a right cross. Then she ducked a couple of times, but didn’t throw any punches, just taunting him with how she could have given him an uppercut. Then a couple more left jabs, a right cross, a left jab, then she ducked down, reared her fist back and then the alarm on Cynthia’s phone went off signaling the end of the round.
David felt an immense sense of relief. He’d made it through the first round! His wife had a chair for him to sit on. “You did great! Honey!” she said, cheering him on some. “You made it past the first round again. I knew you just had to be hornier. Now just four more rounds to go.”
“Uh, I’ll try,” he said.
“I have faith in you,” she said. Then she whispered a little, “Raylene’s tongue is great, but I do sometimes miss having your big, hard cock in me.”
“I miss it, too.”
“Oh,” she said suddenly, “I know what will help.” She stepped so that she was standing beside the chair, took hold of his head, leaned in a little, and pulled his head right into her cleavage, pressing her big soft, round breasts against his face. He was in heaven, and his cock pulsed and pulsed in his shorts. But soon her alarm went off again and it was time to start the next round.
David rose from his chair. His legs still didn’t seem perfectly steady, but he was so horny that he knew that he had to try to make it through the round. His cock was still rigid and twitching.
Raylene had no plans to take it easy on him. As soon as he held up the pads and Cynthia started the round timer, Raylene lay right in with a quick combo: two swift left jabs and then she ducked down and smashed his nuts with a solid right uppercut.
His balls felt like they had been utterly flattened. He fell to the ground immediately, the immense testicular agony from the terrible punch had rendered his legs completely floppy. He thought that he was done for, but as his topless wife leaned over him and began her ten count, seeing her breasts shake a little made his cock twitch and reminded him how ridiculously horny he still was and how despite all the pain, his cock was still rock hard. And somehow this gave him the strength to also rise bodily. He resolved that his hard cock must be satisfied, ball pain be damned, and slowly he began to rise back to his feet. As the count reached nine, once again he was standing.
He raised the pads. He was determined. His hard cock was driving him forward and there was actually something extra sexy about knowing that he had decided that the fate of his balls didn’t matter, something special and slutty about knowing that he was committing to himself that he was going to take whatever punishment Raylene was going to dish out. Maybe it was a form of subspace, but seeing the evil grin on Raylene’s face as she raised her gloves again and knowing that he was going to let her do whatever she wanted to his nuts was just as sexy of the jiggle of her voluptuous chest, and he could feel his cock twitching in his shorts and even feel just a big of precum starting to leak out. He knew that he was going to let his nuts get beaten and beaten, but he wasn’t going to stay down. Four more rounds wasn’t a hopeless dream, it was a destiny.
Raylene threw a right cross at the pad and then a couple of quick left jabs, and then she did something uncharacteristic and stepped in closer rather than ducking, and swung a low punch. The punch got his nuts, but first it skimmed along the bottom of his hard cock, pushing it upwards as her fist slid down it. And when the blow landed, it got his balls, but it also hit the base of his cock. David gasped when he felt it hit him. It was painful at the end, but the first part was almost like a violent stroke of the underside of his cock, causing it to bounce upward as it hit.
Raylene saw him gasp and thought she’d gotten his balls good, so quickly she repeated the punch and got another gasp in response. And then quickly, she punched him three times, each time eliciting a small gasp, until the last one where David suddenly seemed to be spasming. He was still on his feet, but she’d never seen his body jerk like that before. Instinctively, she looked down in the direction of where she’d hit, only to see a few drops of white jism forcing themselves out through his boxing trunks as he convulsed not in pain, but in orgasm.
Raylene laughed heartily, surprised by the suddenness of it, and when Cynthia realized what had happened, she found herself joining in as well. David blushed a very dark color. He had not been at all prepared for that to happen. On top of that, since the stimulation to his penis has been so brief, his orgasm was mostly abandoned and he had gotten very little pleasure from it.
His spasms of orgasm ended quickly but the laughter continued for a while. When they finally settled down, the girls agreed that he hadn’t gone the distance, but that they should consider the boxing round over and once again he had to watch as Raylene and Cynthia fucked. His earlier orgasm had taken some mild edge off of his horniness, but not really that much. By the end of watching the two busty girls in their sexual contortions, he was already rock hard again. He had, at least, managed to avoid blue balls that day, but knew it would be back just as bad the next time.
