A very painful bet. MMA

Luke took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and getting the shaking in his limbs under control. He looked across the room at the heavily muscled frame of Sarah. She was lacing up her steel toed boots, and her quads and calves were flexing so hard they thinned out the spandex material of her textured leggings. Her upper body was similarly athletic, with a couple of intricate tattoos on her shoulders being on display with just a sports bra top. A mop of blonde hair, cut short on the back and sides, hid her face, but sweat was visible, glistening all over her exposed flesh.

As he exhaled, Luke reflected on what had brought him to this point. When he’d been much younger, he’d had a fascination with both strong women and getting beaten down by them. Initially it had been grappling, joint locks and throws, but over time getting kicked or kneed in the groin had become a dangerous fantasy. He’d tried out all sorts of martial arts over the years, both as a way to be closer to these women and to learn different techniques. He had become proficient in Karate, BJJ, TKD and Krav Maga (his favorite), as well as experimenting with Muay Thai. He’d been beat up in sparring, and gradually built up a high pain tolerance. He’d had bets with plenty of his female partners to see if they could drop him with one kick. While the first couple of times, he’d dropped from a single hit, he hadn’t lost a bet now in over a decade.

As he matured, he also realized that this was a fetish and had incorporated this type of role playing into his various romantic partners. This had further pushed him to the point where now, it took an incredible amount of damage for him to really feel it. What had nagged at the back of his thoughts was “Are they really going full force? Can I actually handle this, or are they going easy?” Doing the bets at the dojo was fun, but he had doubts about how hard his sparring buddies were trying. Sexual partners would get distracted quickly and had other reasons to not injure him too badly. Luke had decided there was only one way to really find out, he needed a neutral party. Someone who had the skill set to push him, no personal connections and a strong motivation to really try to cave in his manhood. After considering and discarding various notions, he realized that there were professional session wrestlers or dominatrix who do this kind of thing for a career. He’d never paid money for something like this (he kept in great shape through the martial arts and wasn’t bad looking), but it would likely be the cleanest solution to his concerns.

After a bit of web searching, he hit upon a likely candidate in Sarah. She had a background in MMA, black belt in Kempo, bodybuilding and session wrestling. Her profile stated that she was willing to go all out; such as choking people unconscious, kickboxing without pads, etc, as long as the client was healthy and would sign a waiver. That seemed like a reasonable precaution to Luke, very professional. Her page also said that she was a shade under six feet tall (1.81M), and a bit over 200lbs (91Kg) and the photos left him no doubt it was all muscle.

So he’d reached out to her a couple of months ago and explained what he was looking for, nervous it would be seen as asking too much. Sarah got back to him about a day later, very eager to give it a try. She said that lots of clients ask for ballbusting sessions from her, and she’s happy to do them. “However”, she cautioned “Very, very few of my boys are willing to take a full force kick once they meet me in person. I’ve had a lot of tough men turn to mush when I’ve hit them at 50%.”

“Fair enough, but it sounds like you have actually kicked a few people full force?” Luke asked, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t hold back.

“A couple.” she responded. “They signed the waiver, I made sure they had a few chances to back out before I hit them.”
“How did they do?” Luke asked, he was a little excited and very nervous. He hadn’t realized there were other people who would be after this level of punishment.

“I can’t really share personal details about other people’s sessions.” Sarah told him, but then continued in a stage whisper “... but one of them ended up visiting the emergency room shortly after our session; apparently complaining of a burst testicle. I suppose that might have been a coincidence, maybe he fell off a bike after leaving.”

Luke gulped audibly at that.

“The other one passed out when I kicked him. I felt bad, he’d booked a two hour session, and spent about 90 minutes lying on the bed with an ice pack. He sent me a photo from a few days later, looking like he had a melon in his shorts.Said he’d been laid up for three days in bed.” She chuckled. “He thanked me for giving him what he wanted. I’ve seen him a few times since, but he’s never wanted to sign another waiver.”

Sarah paused, hearing the hesitancy on the line. “Look, those were outlier cases. Mostly I just have fun with my clients and push them to their limits. I’m ok with pushing past them, but only if they request it. From what you told me, I think you’d be able to handle a pretty hard beating, and if you still wanted to go for full force, we can make that decision during the session.”

Luke considered it. Sarah’s moderation sounded quite reasonable, but he knew this might be his best chance to see what his threshold for pain was. He mustered up his bravado. “Well, that sounds great, but what if I’m too durable? You should bring some steel toed boots with you, just in case.” He tried to sound gruff, but his voice cracked a bit on the last few words.

She broke out into a mocking laugh. “Ooooo… a macho man? Fine then, I’ll bring them, along with the waiver. You bring the payment and your balls.” She growled at him “I’ll make sure that you won’t be leaving with either of them”

They had gotten the details coordinated, and hung up. Over the next few weeks, they began teasing each other over texts. She would be staying in a hotel a couple of towns over from him for a weekend upcoming. Luke would vary between excitement and fear, but every time he came close to canceling, Sarah would send him some snarky comment, and he’d be looking forward to it all over again.

Once the appointment time finally arrived, Luke knocked on the hotel room door. He felt self conscious and very nervous. The door handle turned down and clicked open, it swung inwards, and he heard Sarah’s voice “Welcome, welcome little lamb”. He stepped over the threshold and into the room. The door swung shut behind him. As he turned about, a very tall, extraordinary woman was flipping the locks on the door. She was barefoot, wearing deep red yoga pants with a textured feel to them. She had a matching colored sports bra, revealing a powerful chest, rippling abs and terrifying shoulders. Luke had to look up to meet her gaze. He was in good shape, but knew immediately that Sarah was quite a bit stronger than him.

She was slick with sweat, looking to have just put in a strenuous workout. Luke reached out with a handshake “Nice to meet..”, she cut him off with a hug, pulling him in tight.

“A pleasure to see the Macho Man in person!” she smiled warmly and squeezed tighter, lifting him off his feet. It wasn’t intended to hurt him, just to intimidate. He hugged her back, realizing as he did so that she was even harder than her appearance. Nothing really moved under his fingers, he couldn’t dent her muscles. She set him back down. “OK, Luke, you’ve got some decisions to make.” She took one of his hands and walked him down the short hallway into the studio room. There was a second door at this end of the hallway, which she closed. “Sound proof room.” She nodded at the walls/door. “Costs a bit more, but it keeps the screams from bothering the neighbors.”

Luke looked around, there were black judo mats laid out on the floor, a nice view of the city skyline and a dresser against one corner. On top of the dresser was a sheet of paper and pen, a couple of bottles of water, MMA gloves, some rope and a pair of very large, very wide, very heavy looking gray boots.

He looked back at Sarah “Lots of screaming so far today?” he asked.

“A little, mostly grunts and thuds.” She interlaced her fingers, cracking her knuckles and flexing her triceps in the stretch. “However, you’ll more than make up for it.” She went into a deep squat, showing off her size. She lowered her hands to the mats, proceeding to lift her body off the floor for a moment, then moving into a full straddle split on the mat. “You can leave your shoes by the door and feel free to limber up.” Her calves were massive, as were her feet. Luke could see the calluses all over her soles. This was a woman who spent a lot of time fighting barefoot.

He did as was bid, now barefoot, he moved onto the mats, running through his basic warm ups. They chatted amiably, within the banter becoming more light hearted, until by the end of his stretching, he felt quite friendly towards Sarah, as if he’d known her longer. She rolled over, landing back on her feet. Luke was still on his knees, looking up at her. She did a bicep curl and struck out a pose with one long, powerful leg. “OK Macho, let’s go over the rules and make some decisions” She slapped her quad. “Feel this”. Luke placed his hand on her lower thigh. “Pretty firm right?” he nodded. “Hold on tight.” she flexed her leg, it swelled under his grasp. Luke would have sworn that it doubled in size. He was quite distracted.

Suddenly, she swung her other leg around, stepping over Luke and pinning his head between her thighs. Her arms snaked out, grabbing his hands. “This is one of the main things a lot of my clients want.” She flexed her quads again, the pressure was acute. “But in your case, it should be handy for judging how hard I can break you. I’m going to give you a half strength head scissor. Try not to pass out..” Then the pressure became immense. Luke couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of blood in his ears. His vision started to go red around the edges, then hazy and dark. His arms were locked in tight, he was pretty sure he was screaming at her to stop, but no sound was reaching him. Then, just as he was about to go blank, the pressure stopped, his arms were released and he flopped to the mat.

“...That… wasn’t half..” he groaned from the floor.

She towered over him, using one foot to push Luke onto his back. She kept the pressure on, pinning him down. “No sweetie” she said, chuckling a bit, “I had to push it a bit more to see how much you could handle. Call it two thirds.”

He shook his head to clear it. “What are the rules?”

“Ah, well, you’ll be setting those for the most part, but to start with, I’ll need the balance of the deposit.” She increased the pressure of her foot on his chest. :”I do hope for your sake, you didn’t forget that.” Luke scrambled to reach the envelope he’d set by his shoes. She kept him pinned, stepping over him to scoop it up. She didn’t look inside, tossing it into the spare room.

“Excellent, now I know you are in a rush for the boots, but I need to do some level setting with you first, ok?” She lifted her foot up about six inches before slamming it back down for emphasis. Luke nodded.

“Ok, now on your feet, we are going to see how you handle some light kicks to start.” They moved to the mats. ”Spread your legs” Luke did so, moving into a basic pommel horse stance. Sarah took a fairly casual pose, lining up with him. Her left leg swung back a bit, then launches forward quickly, snapping into his balls almost faster than he could follow. The top of her foot slaps into him, painful, but he’s had worse. He manages to hold the pommel horse.

She nods, and squares off a bit more, the left leg goes back again, but comes forward this time with more force. The muscled shin connects with his right testicle and drives through into his pelvis. It lifts him nearly to a full standing position. He doesn’t cry out, but a grunt of air is expelled from his lungs. Sarah is watching him closely. Luke is able to stay on his feet, and lowers himself back into the stance. She tilts her head to the side, an approving smirk on her face. “Not bad, not bad. Let's try one more.”

She changes legs, moving the right leg into the ready position. Luke, still in pommel horse, links his fingers over his head to keep from blocking, the instincts of sparring are kicking in. Sarah’s hands draw into a guard position, and Luke see’s her core muscles flexing this time. It’s about the only thing he noticed, as her leg launched so quickly, he didn’t even register it until an atom bomb exploded between his legs. He was lifted off his feet this time, not even having the chance to lift up with the force of the kick. The initial pain was blinding, but even as his hands snapped down to grab her calf and try to remove the pressure, a wave of nausea started to spread out from his stomach. Sarah retracted her leg quickly, before Luke could grab hold. He dropped back to his feet, wobbled, then he went to one knee. The throbbing pain had begun, and he really felt a bit dizzy from the blow. He was sucking wind, but after a few seconds, he got it under control. He knew this was a test, and if he didn’t pass this, he wouldn’t get to try her best shot.

He pressed both hands onto his good leg and forced himself to stand up. His left leg was twitchy from the force of the shot. That was going to leave a nasty bruise. His balls were aching, but nothing was broken. He took a shuddering breath, then gulped down a bit of bile.

“Not…” gasp …”not.. bad..” twitch “... for a girl…:” he smirked. Her eyes darkened, though with anger, passion or approval, Luke couldn’t be sure.

“I know, I know Macho” she polished her fingernails on her bra. “I needed to make sure you could handle it. That last one was a pretty decent shot. Not 100%, but close.” She walked over to the dresser and picked up the paper and boots. “Your call now. From my standpoint, I’m ok with unloading on you once this is signed. I’m pretty sure you won’t die of a heart attack, and can walk out of here under your own power later, and that’s good enough for me.” She shook the boots at him. “These, in my opinion, might be overkill, but that’s up to you."

Luke looked at the boots, undecided. That last blow had been the hardest he’d ever taken. Still, this was why he’d come to her. She looked willing to do it, but if he was going through with it, it needed to be all out. He didn’t really want to do this twice.

“OK, I do want to go for the boots, but I think we should make it a bit more of a challenge.” He said, his confidence coming back as the pain receded.

“Hon, I think the boots are plenty of challenge.” She said to him. Sarah tapped the side of her head. “Come to think of it, probably too much.”

“Well yes,” Luuke began “but we can make it more fun, a bet.”
She set the boots down and pulled a pair of athletic socks out from them. “Ok, I’m listening” She sat down on the floor and began pulling them on.

“Ok, so the bet condition is whether or not you make me pass out from the kick. Do so, and you win, if not I do.”

“By pass out, you mean fall over?” She asked

“No, passed out cold.” He answered

“Too mushy on that. How about if you can’t get up after a 10 count?”

“Acceptable.” Luke said amiably. “Ok, if you win, the injury waiver is in effect until the end of the session, you can go as hard as you want on me until we wrap up.”

Sarah paused, pulling on the second sock. She licked her teeth. “That’s… tempting. Most guys say they want that, but then pussy out within 10 minutes. I’d have over an hour with you…”

“I thought you’d like that.” Luke nodded, remembering some of the teasing conversations they had leading up to the session. “You can even toss a gag on me if I get annoying.”

“Oooo… that’s not a bad idea. I’ve got some really nasty submission holds I've wanted to try out. Do I get to knock you out if I feel like it?” She was getting excited.

“Free reign, with the condition that you don’t break bones or teeth.”

“Acceptable.” She mimicked his previous tone. “What do you win?”

Luke turned a bit pink from embarrassment. “Ummm.. if I win?”

“Yes..”

“Well, you still get to kick the crap out of me for the remaining time, but without your boots…” he coughed. “And… without the sports bra on?”

Sarah’s eyes snapped up at him, she flexed her chest, making the muscles pop. She played with it for a moment. “This sports bra?” she teased. Luke nodded, somewhat dumbly. She tossed the paper and pen to him. “Deal, sign on the dotted line.” Luke did so, and handed them back to Sarah. She got to her feet, folded up the paper and put it in the other room.

She walked back over to her boots, slipped her feet in and began lacing them up. He took his deep breath as the muscles played out. Sarah strode over to the table, her boots now adding a loud thud to her footsteps. She picked up the rope and turned back around. She was now towering over Luke, and he started to realize just how intimidating this woman was.

“Ok Macho Man, I’m going to help you. You’ve got decent discipline, but I can’t risk you trying to block this kick. It’ll break the bones in your hand if you try to intercept it and we promised that wouldn’t happen. So turn around!”

Luke was now wildly apprehensive about this, but he’d made his choice. He turned himself about, presenting his arms behind him. She pressed his wrists to the opposite elbow, then began tying a sophisticated knot sequence. It took her a couple of minutes, but when she was done, Luke’s hands, forearms and elbows were all locked in tight, they wouldn’t really budge, but also wasn’t cutting off his circulation. “I got pretty good at this over the past few years, lots of clients who are into bondage. The trick is to make sure they can stay tied up for the whole session without a break.” She clomped back over to the desk and pulled on her MMA gloves, then came around to the front of Luke.

“I can’t believe you had the balls to ask for me shirtless. Typically, I'll rip a guy's arm off for mistaking me for a sex worker, but in your case, castration seems acceptable." She growled. “You know, I was going to go a little easy on you. I’m not sure what this kick will do to you, but it’s likely to feel less like the previous ones and more like an industrial accident.” She loomed over him, her boots treading heavily. “You had no idea how badly I’m going to hurt you. You are beyond fucked.”

Sarah stepped back towards the window. She struck a bicep pose. “I work out six days a week, and I lift for power. I’ve been training in Kenpo for over 20 years. I don’t brag about it on the website, but I’ve got my 3rd Dan. That takes a lot of repetitive kicking, a hell of a lot.” She swung her booted foot up in an arc, kicking clean over her head. She snapped it down in an Ax kick, driving into the mat with a real loud impact.

“That would all be bad enough, but then you’ve got my genetics to deal with.” She stretched out one leg on the desk, leaning over it. “I’m built for power, and I’m taller than you. You’re also going to be bent at the knees. Your nuts will be on level with my thigh. My legs will carry through a long buildup before connecting and I’ll have the leverage to continue accelerating the kick until I reach… oh about your sternum.”, She poked him in the chest hard. Then, just for fun, she reached over to his nipple and twisted it.

Luke was now sweating like a pig, truly frightened by the implications. “Um, one request?”

“What?” She paused, Sarah had been lining up her shot.

“Can we take a video of this? I might not remember it if I pass out.”

“I don’t usually allow vids, but for this one, I’ll make an exception. I want a copy for myself.” She broke out her cell phone, and set it up to cover the room. “Ok bitch, lets go!” She bounced into position. “Spread em’”

Luke took a very deep breath and resumed the pommel horse stance he’d used earlier.

She moved up to him and kicked his legs out a bit wider, then patted his cheek. “Now you be a good boy, we will go on three, ok?” He nodded, too afraid to speak.

Sarah lined up her stance, right leg back and sized up the distance. Her knuckles popped as she formed her gloved hands into fists. “One"

Luke was focused on her neck and the interplay of the muscles in her chest. They suddenly rippled. “Two”

TWAACHHKK - CRUMP

Luke hadn’t even registered that her leg was in motion. He simply felt a horrid pressure beginning to build in his groin. The sound of the impact registered as he felt himself being lifted into the air. He had a momentary panic as he realized his feet were no longer on the ground, then the pain started to hit. “Three!”

Sarah had driven her boot so hard into Luke that he was over a foot into the air when she withdrew it. The waves of pain started to overlap, harder and more frequent pulses of agony. Luke tried to put his feet out to land, but missed it, catching only one heel. He began to tumble over backwards, waves of nausea and panic were competing with the raw pulverized meat feeling of his balls. He landed on his ass, and vertigo kicked in. His vision swam, and he looked about desperately for Sarah. She for some reason was standing sideways, and he could only really make out the red leggings. Black spots swarmed in his vision, and he struggled desperately to try and do… something?

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If anyone is interested in a part two, we can find out who wins the bet and what happens next.
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