Erotic sex fighters

Guille:
Here we are, just you and me, in the locker room of your boxing gym. You're my mixed martial arts teacher, you're on your thirties, I'm barely eighteen, but I look fifteen. You not only overwhelmingly surpass me in age and experience, but also in size and stature, I am 5,5” m and 145lb. You are six inches taller and about forty pounds heavier. You are the classic “chacal mexicano” brown skin, stubble, muscular, manly stud

We met a couple of years ago, when I joined the same gym where you sculpted your muscles, I was still a minor. You found out that some boys bullied me in "high school", you invited me to your academy, so that I could learn to defend myself, I've been training under your tutelage for over a year. Despite being a beginner, you say I’m agile, skillful and talented. Your teaching has served me on more occasions than you imagine.

A little less than an hour ago, during a sparring class, I attempted to deliver an inside low kick to your thigh to open up your stance and throw you off balance. Unintentionally, I ended up crashing my little foot squarely on your testicles.

Emilio:
My first reaction was to growl; I staggered to the edge of the tatami and crouched down, bracing one hand against the wall, the other rubbing my sore balls. Some of the students, who surrounded us in a circle, brought their hands to their crotches, frowning as a sympathetic gesture, others suppressed laughter, most were unable to hide their expressions of surprise. In a few seconds, I stood up, walking uncomfortably, smiling I said to everyone: "That's why you should always wear a cup, I've already told you to use one" Then I grunted, grabbed my junk, shook it aggressively to ease the pain, and put myself on guard again, ready to continue, as if nothing would have happened.

Guille:
What you did by shaking your bulge, allowed me to appreciate, through your baggy MMA shorts, that your genitals are a good size. I enjoyed seeing the damage done to you with just one kick, I'll admit. My penis woke up, but it didn't rise completely, I was able to hide it, because unlike you, I was wearing my cup in a compression short.

Emilio:
When that class was over, I happily dismissed everyone, after they did some stretching. But for you, kid, I put in an extra workout routine: jogging around the mat, some push-ups, squats, burpees, and sit-ups. Everyone assumed that it was a kind of punishment for having hit me in the balls, but it wasn't like that, what I really wanted was to be alone with you, kid. I had waited two years for you to grow up.

Guille:
After finishing my extra workout routine, twenty minutes later, I headed to the locker room to change clothes and put on deodorant. I had already removed the compression lycra and my cup. I was sitting on a bench, in my underwear, in the process of putting on clean shorts. There you were, completely naked, looking at me without losing detail, you had already showered, now you were rubbing a white towel on your pubic hair.

Emilio:
"You kicked me real hard, cabroncito" I comment, patting your shoulder, sitting down next to you.

Guille:
I get up and lift my shorts, the elastic gets stuck for a fraction of a second in my big genitals. Despite being so small, nature was generous to me, or at least I think so. "It was unintentional," I reply, facing down, looking for the label on my tank top, to identify the front side.

Emilio:
“I’ve been training for twenty-five years, I have fought in international tournaments, I am an Olympic medalist, I started training boxing and taekwondo when I was a little boy, I was very young. I haven't stopped ever since. However, you, with a single kick, almost knocked me out. All my training turned worthless, so a guy like you, a tinny little bastard, almost knocked me down permanently,” I comment without taking my eyes off your crotch.

Guille:
"I didn't mean to, I'll be more careful," I reiterate as I apply spray deodorant to my armpits.

Emilio:
“Don't be, every time you hit, you must do it with full force, it is the rival's duty to block, protect or dodge, you don't have to hold back, much less with me” I say standing up, grabbing with my hand the back of your neck. I deliberately let go the towel I was holding, but it has not fallen to the ground, it has been held by my erect virile member.

Guille
"You've probably been hit there before, and many times,"

Emilio:
"Yes, fighting rivals my size, but look at me, I'm bigger and heavier than you, a strong and powerful male." I flex my arms behind you. You do not lose detail, because in front of us there is a mirror that covers almost the entire wall. My muscular silhouette stands out behind you in that reflection. Isn't it amazing what a single hit down there does to us, men?

Guille:
"I guess so," I reply, packing my things into a backpack. I hook one strap on my shoulder and turn to leave. Before I can get around you, your hand finds my genitals. You sense my flaccid penis and go down to get a firm hold of my balls.

Emilio:
"You shouldn't hit any male in the groin, it hurts a lot, you know?" I say in your ear. Your penis has woken up. I could feel it moving on its own inside your loose athletic shorts. The towel that covered my crotch, finally rests on the floor.

Guille:
"Please, sorry, it won't happen again," I say meekly, palms out in surrender, as you place your other hand on my chest to push my body against that mirrored wall. The bench gets in the way, so I'm arched with my pelvis in front and my neck pressed against the glass. It was clear to me that you wanted revenge, the most sensible thing was to allow it, as long as I didn't have problems with you, my coach.

Emilio:
“Above all things, what you shouldn't allow is someone else to grab you by the balls like I just did. Aren't you a male?” I ask you, almost yelling. I bring my face so close to yours that you can breathe my breath. I aggressively grab one of your wrists and guide your hand to my naked balls. "Grab 'em, little bitch, and squeeze 'em real hard, you bastard!" I order you.

Guille:
I just hold your meatballs, feeling the wrinkled skin of your bare hairy scrotum in my palm. "Squeeze them" you yell at me as you begin to increase the pressure, I gasp, and my face contorts into a grimace of pain as I let go of your scrotum to bring both hands to your forearm and wrist.

Emilio:
“If you don't squeeze them harder than I squeeze yours, I'm going to mash them with my hand, you bitch. They won't serve you anymore, cabrón. Are you a male or a little bitch?” I ask you yelling.

Guille:
Instinctively, I try to push you away with my hands, pushing against your powerful muscular chest. But you are overwhelmingly superior to me. In my desperation I lower my hand to your crotch, the first thing I grab is your big erect cock; I keep going down to grab your balls; I wrap them with my hand and squeeze them; twisting them mercilessly as if they were a cow's udder and wanted to extract the milk.

Emilio:
I let out a high-pitched cry of surprise and pain, letting go of your balls, bringing my hands to your wrist, hunching over like a wounded animal. “Ay Wey! C’mon, you bastard,… aaay! Mis huevos” I moan in your ear and let out a pitiful yelp, breathing heavily.

Guille:
I increase the pressure and pull them down as I sit on the bench. You stand with your thighs closed, resting your palms on the mirror, enduring the terrible pain. I manipulate your testicles to form a trap with my fingers, stretching the skin of your scrotum, I close my fist and look into your eyes, showing you my knuckles about to crush your manhood.

Emilio:
My face wrinkled in pain, I look at your fist, then in to your eyes and shake my head begging you not to do it. “No, please, Guille, no”

Guille:
My knuckles smash brutally into your pair of testicles, you scream and drop to your knees before me. I am still the owner of your balls, I bend forward with my legs wide open, with my other hand I take your hair, I raise your head and ask you: "Who is the little bitch?"

Emilio:
As soon as your question get to my ears, my penis jumps with excitement, moving on its own and a spurt of lubrication comes out of it, dripping onto your hand.
"You are, fucking, bastard" I reply defiantly.

Guille:
“You are much bigger than me, much better fighter than me. Look at me, I'm almost a child. Still I have you here, at my feet” I release your huevos. Kneeled in front of me, you cup and your balls.

Emilio:
I fall forward with all my weight on your crotch. My head crashing into your young balls. You take me by the hair and rub my face on your groin, so that I inhale the musk of your sweaty crotch, that characteristic smell that all males have, mostly after work out.

Guille:
Your head crashing on my balls hurt me, but not badly, I press hard your face on my manhood until I temporarily block the flow of air through your nose and mouth. The delicious rubbing of your face on my balls makes my cock rise. I push you, you fall on your back infront of me. I don't move from the bench, I remain seated. I stretch my foot, but it does not reach your crotch.

Emilio:
I slide until my feet touch the wall and my shins are under the bench. So you can stomp on my balls. I feel a lot of pain, but yet I make no attempt to protect my testicles. My hands lie at my sides, I’m totally submitted to you.

Guille:
I take off my tennis shoes and rest my feet on your enormous thighs. Then I use the balls of my feet to feel them and drag them to the icy floor, when I make sure I have each one pinned down, I get up from the bench, putting all my weight on them and start rocking up and down. You're lucky I'm not a bigger man.

Emilio:
My muscles tense, marking every fiber. I squirm under your foot like a cockroach, beginning to cry out shrilly in desperation, repressing the urge to lift my torso and bring my hands to your ankles. After one full minute, I’m breathing hard, exhausted, trembling and sweaty. I shake weakly, saying. “Stop…please… enough… please… my balls… mis huevos, por favor, Guille”

Guille:
"Who is the little bitch?" I ask bouncing on your male organs.

Emilio:
I groan sharply and reply: “I'm a little bitch, your bitch… please…fuck!... please” I whisper, I’m no longer able to speak well. My cock begin moving on its own the moment I admit my defeat, expelling a huge load that stains my rock solid abs.

Guille:
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you” I say to you, punishing again your now bland and red testicles.

Emilio:
C’mon I think to myself "Argh…ouch!" I gather all of my remaining strength just to say to you “Me, I'm a little bitch” Despite having expelled a hefty load previously, my thick, veiny, red cock continues to move on its own, trying to expel what it no longer has.

Guille:
I take a seat on the bench again, I remove the shorts and my boxers. With my legs open, I begin to stimulate myself. Watching you squirm for several minutes in a fetal position in front of me, turns me on. I can only imagine the terrible pain that must be coursing through every cell in your body.

Emilio:
“Damn!, when I recover, I'm going to make you pay, do you think you can subdue a brave male like me, just like that?” I threaten you aggressively, while kneeling with my face on the ground, facing my butt in your direction, without protecting my balls, keeping your legs spread. “You're nobody, bitch, you're fucked up, once I recover, I will make your pay, you fucking…”

Guille:
Your threats got interrupted by my powerful kick. I continue rubbing my erect member, spreading pre-cum with my hand.

Emilio:
I scream shrilly, like a wounded beast, writhing on the ground again in great desperation, tears begin to stream from my eyes. I've reached my limit to pain, I can't stand it anymore. I’m strong, but all my will power got as shattered as my balls.

Guille:
I must admit that you are indeed a strong man, who stoically tolerates this kind of torture. I imagine that in a championship, tournament or street fight, you wouldn't fall to anyone for a punch down there. They can kick you, hit you, even squeeze you, and you would resist it, you would have enough strength to fight back and grind any opponent who dares to attack your manhood. I am not one of those men, so you meekly submitted to me, so I can take you to the edge of your pain threshold. Outside these locker rooms, you are a powerful alpha male, untamed and invincible fighter. But within these four walls, in my presence, you are just a little bitch, my little bitch.

Emilio:
"Fucking fag, only with cheap shots you can subdue an alpha stud like me. You're not going to turn me into your bitch, you little piece of shit” I stammer with difficulty lying upside down on my gut, cupping my manhood, lifting my rounded naked butt.

Guille:
I kneel down and kneel you to lean on the bench at a ninety-degree angle, your arms resting on the seat, as does your head. I take you by the hips, and directly penetrate you. I’m a virgin. To you, my masculine once untamed coach, I give my cock, your ass is my first. I don't know if what I do is right, I only move, keeping you fixed in position. I feel you contracting the muscles in your anus, to imprison my cock, my phallus rubs every corner of that deep hole. Do you feel it?

Emilio: I don't hold back my moans of pleasure, there's no one to listen to us. Suddenly, I shudder, I close my legs and loosen my butt, I get goosebumps and a long and uncontrollable moan leaves my mouth. “My prostate,” I whisper, then I moan like a whore.

Guille:
Through the mirror, I can see the pleasure on your face. I raise my eyes, observing my own reflection, what I see turns me on. Without being able to control it, I flex my arms in every possible way, worshiping my muscles, which can't be compared to yours, but… what a magnificent alpha young man I am! I feel vigorous, dominant. At this exact moment, I feel like I’m the manlier man among men. Having those thoughts, my semen leaves my body, depositing itself in yours. I close my legs; Leaning on you, I extract my phallus. Trembling, I get up and drop onto that bench, sitting down with my legs outstretched and crossed. I feel like I've been electrocuted. In my young age I had not experienced a pleasure like the one you just gave me.

Emilio:
"I came again, when you drill my prostate, little Billy,” I say, pointing to a puddle of cum in front of the bench. Then I seat next to you. I pass my strong arm behind your neck and rest my hand on your pecs. Pulling you towards me, to hug you. With my other hand I grab your balls and give them one last strong squeeze, while rubbing my stubble against your face.

Guille:
Despite being overpowered by me. At this moment, I see you sitting with your legs wide open, exhibiting your mashed masculinity with ample confidence and a very masculine and protective attitude towards me. At the end of the day, you are the true alpha male here, my coach. From you, today I learned that a role or a certain position in the sexual act does not define who you are. You were generous with me, today that I started my sexual life, I am grateful that it was with you.

Emilio: My little Guille, today you not only filled me in with your cum, but with immense pleasure. My balls will always belong to you.

END

Published: 2022-11-11, viewed 178 times.