A Very Painful Bet, part 2 - Consequences

[Part One to see how this mess started](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/12tgf7c/a_very_painful_bet_mma/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

Luke’s vision had gone black for a moment. He snapped his eyes open, trying to blink away the tears. His stomach was roiling, and he was dizzy as hell, but he needed to get back on his feet. “... must… get… up..” he muttered, as he tried to get his hands under him. They wouldn’t move. He struggled in panic for a moment, then it came back to him that Sarah had tied his arms behind him. He pulled his legs in, attempting to get some leverage, but as he shifted his weight around, a fresh wave of agony ripped out of his crotch, and they wouldn’t do more than twitch a bit.

“I’m still… awake!” Luke called out, trying a different tactic. He just couldn’t lose this bet, Sarah was a lot more than he’d expected. Oh shit. He thought to himself. She might just break me permanently.

“Oh.. the mighty warrior rises?” A deep, unmistakable voice said from directly behind him. “Better to say that, you are waking up…”

Luke had been lying on his left side on the mat. He forced himself to roll over to his right. There he saw Sarah, sitting cross legged on the floor. She was still in her scarlet athletic gear and gray work boots. She was fiddling with her phone. The muscles in her forearms were dancing as she typed away. ‘Wait, what?” he thought to himself, trying to patch things together. She was just standing over me a second ago.. He groaned out loud as another spasm pulsed out of his testicles. “How…” he started

Sarah looked up from her phone and smirked at him. “Well dude, you lost.” She hit play on a video on her phone and turned the screen around so Luke could see it. It was the kick he’d just taken.

As Luke watched it from outside himself, he realized for the first time just how much smaller he was than Sarah. Trussed up like a lamb for slaughter, as Sarah lined up her kick and then smashed him. Good god, that kick looks even worse than I thought. In the video, her boot is moving at nearly a blur, it buries itself into his crotch and keeps going. Suddenly the image of Sarah’s kicking leg sharpens just after impact, and the thigh swells out notably, visibly applying more pressure, and then Luke is lifted off the ground by the force. His legs are folded around Sarah’s boot, but his ass is gaining altitude. He is lifted nearly two feet into the air, his upper body pitching forward towards her knee. Then she snaps her leg back to a ready position. Luke stays airborne for perhaps a half second, then reverses direction. He crashes to the ground, a puppet with its strings cut would have been more graceful in landing. One foot barely grazes the mat, but overall he just pancakes onto his side in the fall. It’s a loud impact.

At this point, Luke starts to realize what happened, as he barely remembers hitting the mat like that. The video continues playing. In the video, Luke is flopping around like a fish just dropped onto the floor of a boat, he’s gasping for air and making a keening noise. Sarah relaxes her guard stance, and takes a step over to him, squatting down on her heels to get a look. Then she begins to count. “1, 2, 3, 4.. “ as she continues, she walks over the camera and picks it up, turning the focus purely on Luke’s twitching body. His eyes are rolling around showing the whites as she continues with “8.. 9… Come on Macho Man…10. That’s a win for the ladies!” She zooms in a bit closer on his face, when suddenly a small amount of bile is spewed up onto the mats. “Gross” she mutters off camera, the shot is set back (likely the phone was set on the floor) and we see Sarah come back over, turning Luke’s very unconscious head downward to make sure everything comes out. She starts moving toward the bathroom off camera.

Sarah pulls the phone away, and shuts off the video. “It took me a couple of minutes to clean up that mess. You didn’t wake up once.” She unfolded her legs and got to her feet. From Luke’s perspective, she was so tall, she looked like a different species. Some kind of demi-goddess made flesh. “It’s probably been about five minutes overall since I kicked you.”

Another pain spasm wracked his body. “Fuck…” he let out a groan, trying to curl in on his balls.

“Oh yeah..” Sarah replied, setting her phone down on the dresser. “That’s a very good assessment of our situation here.” She strode back over, planting a steel boot on either side of his head. She smiled down at him. From this angle as Luke looked straight up at her, he could see all of her abdominal muscles stacked on top of one another. A ladder to her bra, made out of steel and protein. Sarah then squats down suddenly, thumping her thick butt down onto his chest, pinning him into the floor. She smells of sweat and perhaps something more. It’s overwhelming to Luke. She leans over to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you, good and proper. Not sure how much you’ll enjoy it, but I’ll have enough pleasure for both of us.”

She stood up briskly, keeping her right foot planted on the ground, she uses her left boot to press down on the side of Luke’s head. Pressure is applied to drive his mouth down towards the right boot. “Now, before we proceed, you need to properly thank my boot for delivering all that pain you wanted.” Luke wasn’t really into to dominance play, but he also really wasn’t being given a choice, so he kissed the steel toe. “Very good, now I want you to kiss the heel.” She turned her leg to expose heavy treads.

Luke was a bit grossed out, and got a bad thought in his head. “Why does the heel deserve my attention? He managed to mutter out from under her other foot. Sarah just leaned down harder on the left leg, crushing his skull into the mats. Luke, now fearing she’d just kill him if he didn’t submit, started sticking his tongue out, trying to reach the heel. She released the pressure a bit, and he lurched his head forward, practically swallowing the treds. It tasted like an old car tire.

“Good doggie!” she said to him. Sarah stepped onto his chest, then pressured up and swung herself around, standing between his knees. Luke could now make out all of her, and the sheer muscularity of her frame was awe inspiring. Lying flat on his back, and looking up, way up at this Amazon, he felt very, very helpless. She reached down with her bare hands (Luke didn’t know when she’d taken the gloves off) and snatched his ankles, pulling them to a vertical position. Normally, Luke was pretty sure his legs would be stronger than her arms, but that kick earlier had really weakened his lower body. His legs were just barely responding to him, and as a result, when she spread her arms out wide, he became a v-shape and couldn’t pull them closed.

Sarah placed her right boot directly into the swollen bulge between his legs. It was firm, authoritative, but not overly hard. “My heel needed the attention, because it’s about to bring you a whole new kind of pain.” She pressed down a bit harder, flexing her calf muscle. Luke was just wearing lycra bike shorts and a loose, sleeveless athletic shirt. Glancing down at her boot, he could see how he was already swelling enough to press tightly against the shorts. She let him watch for a moment, savoring the fear that she saw building in his eyes. Then, without any warning, she flexed her arms, stretching his legs out painfully wide. Luke’s vision snapped upwards, seeing the definition in her forearms and chest. Her right leg raised up, her knee nearly level with her head. Luke had just a moment to see the underside of her boot, the treads had deep shadows, but then became a blur.

Sarah rocketed her foot down into his fully exposed testicles. The impact drove his ass into the floor, then her heel continued downward. Luke felt an immediate and sharp pain, followed by a crushing pressure. Sarah pulled his legs upwards, and flexed her quads at the same time. Luke started to hyperventilate. He couldn't scream, he couldn’t even draw in a breath. “Ooo, that looks bad.” She grinned at him. “Let's make it worse” and with that, she twisted her heel, trying to grind his balls into pulp.

Luke finally found his scream. He let rip in purest agony. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” His mind was having trouble processing what was happening. I’m on fire. I’m burning! Sarah relented the pressure for a moment, then savagely wrenched the heel in the opposite direction. Luke sat up about halfway from this, then slammed his head back down on the mats. “Gahhhhhaahhaharar!” he burbled out inarticulate with pain and rage. He tried thrashing about, but she had him firmly locked in place.

When it was apparent to Sarah that he wasn’t going to just pass out again, she pulled her boot back up into the air. She held it there, thighs swelling, her grip tightening on Luke’s legs to keep him trapped. Luke banged his head against mats a couple more times, then a large exhale. He started to focus on her again, and that’s what she’d been waiting for.

Again the boot came crashing down, but this time, instead of piling on the pressure, she simply said “one” and lifted her leg again and pistoned it back down into his crotch. “Two”, and she kept this up for a full ten count, rapid fire, very hard stomps. Possibly luckily for the sack of screaming pain on the ground, a fair number of the shots hit his penis, inner thigh and even his butt. This spread out the damage a bit, but several found their marks as well.

Luke was now just a gibbering mess. He was barely conscious, he couldn’t feel his legs at all, and there were terrible sensations of pain radiating all over his lower torso. He kept trying to get his breathing under control, but panic was making that impossible. His heart was racing and he’d broken out in an ice cold sweat.

Sarah hadn’t launched any more assaults, but hadn’t let go of his ankles yet either. Luke dared a glace down between his legs and just had enough time to say one word. “FUCK!”

What he saw was a very long, very red, very sweaty, and terrifyingly thick leg, flexed up over her head straight, positioned to drop an axe kick directly onto his exposed crotch, and the swollen mess that had been his manhood. Her knee was pressed into her chest, the top of her boot was well above her hair. “Good night bitch!” She growled with almost animal passion, and she pulled her foot down, driving the back of the heel with the force of an executioner's blow. She exploded into his balls, catching one of them cleanly.

Luke watched the leg drop, and then felt the blinding ripping pain as it connected. A spike of pure agony ripped out from his groin, worse than anything he’d felt before. He tried to hold on, but something caved in, or collapsed down there and nausea careened upwards, he had a moment to feel it climbing up his chest and into his throat, but then it all went black.

—

A kick to the ribs brought him back to consciousness. Water was splashed onto his face as well. Luke was on his side again, his cheek resting on a steel toe. The water felt very cool, but everything below his nipples was an inferno. “Ohhh, oooooooo” he crooned. He hurt so much, he just started crying uncontrollably. It was too much pain, way too much, something was broken inside him.

Sarah squatted down next to him. “Aren’t you pleased you asked for the boots?” She beamed at him. She looked so excited and happy. Luke’s tears just kept on flowing onto the mat, but they mixed in with the water. Sarah didn’t notice them. “Gotta make an executive decision here though.” She tapped the boots with her fingers. “I’m going to take them off for the rest of the session. You pass out too quickly when I connect with them. Honestly, I think I misjudge how much force I’m using too. Pretty sure that last kick is going to leave a mark.” She smirked, and rolled Luke onto his back again. She straddled his chest in a classic school boy pin, planting her fists on her hips and posing for Luke. Luke was still crying, unable to form any coherent words. Sarah slapped him across the face, then shifted her weight down a bit and grabbed both of his nipples through the shirt.

“Focus Luke!” she said sternly. She wasn’t twisting his nipples hard, more playfully, trying to get a reaction from him. “Am I going to have to take this top off to get your attention?” She shook her chest a bit for emphasis.

"Ho…" Luke began trying to get the word out.

"Hot? I'm hot?" She smirked at him and leaned down to give him a better look at her bra. 'Dang boy, I'm Fire!"

"Ssspit" he continued. "tall"

She quirked her head to side. "Yeah, I'm tall too. Glad you appreciate that." She twisted his nipples harder. "but your still mine, and your still fucked!"

Luke shook his head. "Hospital…please.." he knew he was badly injured.

Sarah paused and leaned back. She turned around slightly, seeing the swollen and misshapen lump in his pants. She swung a hand over and patted his battered testicles. Luke started gagging from the pain. "Yeah, you'll probably want to head there afterwards I'm sure they can patch you up, once I'm done with you.".

Luke started to cry again. "Now… please now." He was shaking.

Sarah's look soured. "Seriously? What happened to the 'Macho Man?" She threw her hands up in the air. "This is just being a man baby. You made the bet. Hard as I want for the rest of the session. We are barely twenty minutes in." She made a face at him. "You even told me I could gag you, and I might just do that."

Luke swung his head violently. "Bad, injury"

"Oh really? Is the reality not lining up to the fantasy in your head?" She loomed over him. The red bra was pulled tight, as Sarah ran a finger under it. She put her other hand over his mouth, pressing him down to the mat. "Ok, look, I fucked you up pretty good down there, but I'm only getting started. I've got submissions, lots of other techniques and other fun stuff to do. I'm looking forward to demonstrating all of them on you."

Sarah's voice is becoming husky "and lucky you, I'd been on the texts with my next appointment. He's running an hour late, so I've got some free time to myself after we wrap." She shifted her hand down to his nipple and played with it. Her hips pressed down on his stomach. "So you've got a decision to make."

Luke's pain didn't recede, but it suddenly seemed to matter a bit less. Sarah was really drawing his attention. He tried to talk, but her other hand was still firmly clamped on his mouth. "Listen, this is an opportunity for you. Now on the one hand, you can pussy out, cave to the pain and get patched up." She flicked his nipple vigorously. " That will leave you with a lifetime of What ifs and regrets "

She released his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. "Or…you can take my wager."

Luke looked up at her. Sarah really is very attractive. He'd been so focused on what she could do, he'd kinda forgotten that. Her fingers felt really nice.. "Wager…?"

" Yep. Now I understand that you didn't really have all the facts about me before you proposed that first bet. That was stupid of you, but now you can make it with…informed consent.." She purred out the last phrase. "If you can make it to the hour mark without passing out again, I'll lose my top for the remainder of the session."

Luke had already passed out twice, so this didn't seem likely.

"If you can make it to end of the second hour." She leaned over him, nibbling at his neck. "I'll be off the clock for a bit, and who knows what could happen?" Luke felt her lips brushing over his throat. Her scent was intoxicating. "All you need to do is survive." She drew out the words. Then she straightened up, looking him in the eyes. "But if you agree this time, it's for real. I'll gag you and settle up our original bet. I'm going to go as hard as I damn well please. You know how painful that is going to be." She popped her knuckles just past his ear, it was shockingly loud.

"So what's it going to be? Do I take the crybaby over to the hospital, or does the Macho Man want to play with me?" Sarah stared down at Luke, "You'll have regrets either way, but one path has some interesting opportunities too."

Luke tried to fight down the panic and excitement to allow himself to think clearly. This was a choice that could be permanent, and he needed some time….

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/12xwlrq/a_very_painful_bet_3_informed_consent/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)