Arena - Melisandra's preparations

6 men stood bound to a wall, arms and legs spread wide. The chill in the stone walled room made their skin prickle and their balls shrivel up as far as they could. They lined up from smallest to biggest, not necessarily in height but in build.

A door opened, letting an ice cold wind caress their naked bodies and causing a shiver or two. From beyond it, a short, plump woman came inside. Her black, tight, fabric dress encapsulated her curves as it was doubtlessly designed to do and matched her long, straight, black hair. A devilishly smug grin decorated her face as she strode across the line of men. She tapped her finger on her chin as she considered her options. The clicking of her hard heels on stone ground only added to the pregnant silence, which begged to give birth. Each man she walked passed, she examined: first their face, then their bulging muscular biceps - not all had anything to examine, then her gaze plummeted to their most important instrument.

‘Hmm,’ she hummed, dissatisfied. ‘Hard to judge the worthiness of your cocks when they all slump limp,’ she spoke to no one in particular. Then she moved herself to the centre of the room, turned around and bent over, presenting them with a bulging image of her ass cheeks half escaping her mini dress. The outline of her pussy lips, just barely peaked out, for but a second it took her to take her heels off. When she straightened up, she stood only 5”3. She turned to face the men, a couple of cocks twitching but not hard yet. She smiled to herself. Confident as she was, she also enjoyed a little challenge, not to mention a chance to show off her body.

She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the ground next to her, revealing the marvel that was herself. A couple of gasps were thrown around the room. Not a natural beauty in the most conventional way, but one that will make a man lose his head at a sight of her nakedness, for sure. A soft, plump body, by no means fat but well rounded. A shaved pussy with lips so fat they could almost talk and an ass round enough to be seen from the front. Perfectly round and perfectly in proportion to her thick, smooth thighs. But the sight that made all the cocks in the room rise at command were a pair of gigantic tits, somehow still perky, proudly presenting her large nipples. The men were practically drooling at her sign, deprived of any sexual pleasure for weeks, one could expect nothing else. She rapidly stood on her tip toes and back down to flat feet a couple of times, sending a shockwave of jiggly goodness across her body. She enjoyed playing with her toys before breaking them.

She approached each man in turn, starting from her left where a tall, skinny man stood. She stood close, close enough for the head of his erect cock to feel the heat emitting from her glorious body, but still far enough for there to be no contact. She made her way across the line, finally stopping at the last one. A 6”4 heavy hunk, muscles bulging. His biceps were bigger than her head. But what stood out the most was his tiny cock, barely 3 inches long and fully erect. She ran her finger across its length looking the man straight in the eyes. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Kyle,’ the man replied in a low voice.

‘What happened to you, Kyle? All the muscles in the world and you’re still only half a man.’ A few gentle taps on his cock made it bounce like a diving board.

Kyle’s face grew red as he sneered. A deep insecurity of his, no doubt. ‘Fuck you, fat bitch.’

‘Do you know why you are here, Kyle?’

‘To fight.’

‘Good, good. And do you know why I’m here?’ she started rubbing the underside of his cock.

‘To suck my cock before I go out there and crush my opponent.’

The man next to Kyle, let out a laugh. Kyle smiled in satisfaction, his cocky stare penetrating right through the woman. She licked her lips and meticulously moved her hand closer to the base of his cock, eventually cupping his large sack. Heavy, she thought to herself, Good.

‘Not quite, Kyle. My name is Melisandra and I’m the first to fight in the arena today.’ She very lightly squeezed his balls. The already present stream of precum stopped flowing as the instinctual realisation of danger entered Kyle’s head. His cock twitched and chains rattled. He couldn’t help it, he was a man after all. ‘It’s my first time in this arena, you see. So I need to make sure it’s a great show for everyone. And above all, I cannot lose. You understand?’

Kyle didn’t understand, his puzzled face said as much. Melisandra stopped squeezing, and lighting fast she cocked her arm back, made a fist and smashed it into his unsuspecting balls in an underarm throw motion. Her huge tits jiggled almost as much as Kyles’s balls but he didn’t have a mind to look at them. He only looked at her face in disbelief for but a second before the pain settled in. The pain he’d never heard before, she could bet. The first reaction was always so raw and authentic. The pain caused by the thing men considered their most prized possessions, betraying them to make them fold onto themselves. Kyle would have folded if he could, but the strong chains kept him in place.

His chest heaving with heavy breathing firmly established, like an angered bull he stared into Melisandra’s eyes with rage. But to his credit he did not make a noise. That's disappointing, Melisandra admitted to herself. She loved when they screamed and begged and crumbled. But that’s ok, there was plenty of time.

‘Fight me then, you cunt,’ Kyle grunted through clenched teeth.

‘Ohh, I will. But first, I need to make you understand that you cannot win.’ She smashed his balls again, harder this time. This time, the pain was instant. A quiet moan escaped his sealed lips and his legs buckled slightly. A wide smile appeared on the woman’s lips as she began rolling her nipple between her fingers on the other hand. ‘I love this part,’ she moaned. ‘The part where you slowly start to realise that I’m right. I bet you came here, thinking all your big muscles will provide you easy victories. All that strength you’ve been building up over the years. All that hard work you’ve put in.’ She sent another fast and accurate blow to his biggest weakness, this one hardest of them all. ‘Rendered useless.’

Drops of sweat began streaming down the side of Kyle’s face. He let a pathetic high pitched whimper escape at the moment of impact. His legs were trembling now. Shaking at the crippling unknown of when the next blow will strike.

Melisadra turned to the man tied next to Kyle. ‘Not laughing now, are you?’ The man only swallowed his saliva with an audible gulp ion response.

‘Fuck you,’ said Kyle with a twisted face stricken with pain. His breath reeked with desperation.

She looked down at his shrivelling cock. This one didn’t like pain so much. Shame. Some of them did. It was even smaller now, hiding. ‘I would have liked to, but you ain’t got what it takes to please a real woman like me, boy. You better be good with your tongue. For your own good.’

‘In a fair fight, I would end you in seconds.’ Kyle gathered what little spit he could from his dry mouth and hurled it at his tormentor’s chest.

‘You have no idea how much more exciting you are making it for me. There’s no fun in just dominating men. No! No! No!’ Three more heavy strikes to his balls, each one receiving a louder grunt from Kyle. ‘The real fun comes for breaking men. And the more resistance they put up, the more fun it is.’

She tiptoed, her mouth close to his ear and her perfect tits pressing their soft flesh against his chiselled body. ‘I’m gonna break you, Kyle. You’re already breaking, I can see it.’

‘No!’ he shouted.

‘No?’ Melisandra, leaned back and crossed her arms beneath her tits, gloriously pushing them up. ‘How many more is it gonna take then? A big man like you. 10?’ Terror pushed through the masked pride on Kyle’s face. ‘15?’ His head began shaking uncontrollably.

‘No, no.’

‘I guess we'll just have to see, won’t we?’ Melisandra began pummeling his balls. Merciless strike after strike, each perfectly placed and each with enough force to crack a coconut. Kyle brought his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. Then the moans came. And that’s what finally got Melisandra over the edge. The floodgates of her pussy opened, the furious waters of orgasm flowing through her entire body. She had lost herself in it, almost drowned. All while her vicious instrument of male destruction kept working at Kyle’s biggest weakness.

‘Please!!!, Stop!!!’ he begged. But his screams fell on deaf ears as each strike prolonged the fleeting orgasm for a moment longer. The brutality of it all left the onlookers speechless, their pale faces hanging low, some wincing in sympathy for their comrade. But all their cocks were now limp.

Spent from heights of her orgasm, Melisandra opened her eyes to see Kyle hanging from the wall, chains holding him up but his will to stand on his own completely squeezed out of him. She continued to attack his balls, though tired from her work, she proceeded to tap instead of smash like before. Still, the taps had enough force to inflict satisfying pain to the already bruised fruits of male ego.

‘Please, please,’ Kyle pleaded between each strike. Faint murmurs emitted from him, like he had no more energy to even scream in pain anymore.

Melisandra continued, unrelated. She cherished the sight in front of her. Seen it many times before, yet still it was special every time. The breaking had truly begun now.

‘Awwwww,’ she purred. ‘What about all that macho energy? Thought you would end me in seconds? It's been but a minute and you're a crumbling mess. Begging. Pleading. Is that a tear I see?’ She laughed to herself, sending one last punch to his plums. A hard one which would have folded him over if not for the chains. His eyes bulged for a moment, but he didn’t scream. Only whimpered. She knew what that meant. He had given up, and finally accepted his position. Good, she admitted to herself.

‘Guards!’ she called out. Two tall amazonian women came into the cold room. They were at least as big as Kyle who now seemed completely intended to make himself look as small as possible. ‘Get him into the arena, the show is about to begin,’ Melisandra ordered. Then she strolled out of the room.