Beat by a girl 2

A month had passed since Thomas was humiliated in front of dozens of spectators, including his girlfriend, by a dirty cheater named Liz. Just thinking about her made his nuts ache at the memory of her crushing grip and hard head. Although his wrestling season had been going great since that one incident, he just couldn't get her smug grin out of his head. His girlfriend's constant reminders didn't help. Usually when he flexed for her after a good lift she'd blush and run over to touch, but now she'd just laugh and ask why he couldn't handle a little hit to the nuts despite all his muscle mass. Needless to say Thomas had stopped flexing for her weeks ago.

Only one thing could return his confidence. Revenge. He knew just how to do it, too. Thomas knew what college Liz went to since he'd had a wrestling meet against her. Said college publicly shared the location of the gym the wrestling team used on their website, bragging about its amenities. So all Thomas had to do was wait outside of it until Liz emerged from practice, and he could confront her once more. This time, knowing her tricks, she'd be the one stewing over her defeat and humiliation for months. He'd wear a cup this time to make sure he couldn't lose.

It was about 6 pm. on Friday by the time sweaty figures began emerging from the gym, preferring to shower in their own dorms or apartments. Thomas hoped Liz was among them. He was already bored out of his mind, having been scrolling through Reddit for the past two hours. His prayers were answered, and he spotted the only girl of the group. Her curly brunette hair looked just the same as it did back then.

Thomas waited for the group to separate and began stealthily walking behind Liz for a bit, just until there was a good amount of space between her and any students coming back from or going to their evening classes. Once he spotted his opportunity, he quickly caught up to her.

“Hey Liz! Remember me?” He called out to her as he shortened the distance between the two of them to a few yards. His longer stride made catching up easy.

Liz was startled out of her dinner thoughts when she heard her name called by a familiar sounding voice. She quickly spun around to face the newcomer and couldn't hide her surprise upon seeing the champion wrestler at her college. That shock quickly transformed into a very smug grin.

“Couldn't forget about me?” Liz taunted, correctly guessing the reason for this unexpected encounter.

“Don't let it get to your head,” Thomas replied evenly, “I just don't lose very often, so my defeats tend to stick.” Thomas walked up to the now immobile Liz until they were about a foot away from each other. He looked down at her, enjoying his size advantage, and did his best to intimidate the girl. “You cheated last time. How about a rematch? This time, no rules. You don't stand a chance against me in a real fight,” Thomas challenged with a cocky smirk.

Liz countered his smirk with a mischievous grin of her own. “No rules?” She repeated innocently, “aren't you scared ill really crack your nuts this time?” She asked while letting her gaze drop to his crotch and his very visible bulge. “Oh I see, you've packed some protection down there. Scared?” Liz taunts with a malicious laugh. “That won't save your balls, you know,” she adds.

Thomas shivered slightly, eliciting a giggle from Liz. He could feel his cheeks redden but shook his head to stay in the game. “Not as worried as you should be that I'm going to ruin that pretty face of yours,” Thomas replied menacingly. “I'm not here to ruin your life or anything, but I'm definitely not going to pull any punches.”

“Follow me then stud,” Liz replied without hesitation. Without waiting for a response, she led him to a small field on the campus that had a lot of foliage and was a significant detour from any paths. “We won't be interrupted here. Nobody will hear your screams either,” Liz added with a wicked smile.

A sinister ache seemed to set in Thomas's sack from that threat, but he once again ignored it. There was no way he'd back out now. His pride as a man would never allow retreat from a girl. No more words needed to be exchanged as the two faced off. Determination mirrored in their expressions.

Thomas made the first move just like in their previous wrestling match as he rushed towards the smaller girl. Although not very experienced with punching, he led with a right hook intending to really rattle her arrogant skull. He wasn't surprised when the nimble ballbuster ducked under his fist and was able to throw his hips back to narrowly avoid her own fist shooting towards his manhood. Against his own will, he whimpered as he felt her knuckles barely brush against his cup, transferring a small amount of force into his heavy left nut.

Liz didn't miss this reaction and giggled with glee even while avoiding Thomas’s rage fueled frenzy of blows. His inexperience with striking was evident as she was able to dance around his attacks, only taking a few light hits while she waited for her opportunity.

It came when Thomas decided to change tactics and just rush the bitch. He roared as he leapt towards her, playing to his strengths as a wrestler. Except Liz was a wrestler first too. She dove between his legs as his outstretched arms reached to wrap around her chest.

This was not how Thomas expected her to react, but it didn't matter. She was trying to escape his reach and get behind him but she clearly had underestimated his quickness. She'd only managed to get her torso under him, leaving her lower body within reach! Elation filled his body as each hand wrapped around her shins. Victory! He could just slam her around Hulk style now! His muscles bulged with power as he swung her by her shins upwards and stepped back at the same time, intending to pull her upper body out in front of him before slamming her face first into the dirt.

Except in his election he missed the feeling of her fingers wrapping around his testicle. In only a second Liz had somehow managed to reach up his gym shorts, under his cup, and wrap her hand around his right nut. In the instant after she found her grip, she was violently swung back and up by Thomas. Naturally, she held onto his testicle and let him use his own strength to nearly tear his own nut off.

A scream that could shatter glass split the cool evening air. Nearby birds flew away fearfully from the loud sound. Yet this scream was music to Liz's ears.

Thomas was blindsided by the pain. Everything was going according to plan until he felt his nut being tugged along with Liz's body. It felt like his right testicle's chord was stretched to its limit and was about to snap. He could feel it tremble from the strain as his entire world went white. He couldn't even hear his own scream. He couldn't feel anything except the indescribable agony centered in his right orb. There was no more fight. There was no more Liz. There was only the nutpain and the unbearable fear that he was going to become a eunuch.

While Thomas's world crumbled around him, Liz used her free hand to catch herself on the ground and get out from under his body as he collapsed onto his back, his hips still suspended in the air by her grip on his testicle. Thomas's hands instinctively clutched hers as his male brain reacted to save the source of his maleness, yet there was no strength in his grip. She watched casually as tears streamed down his face and he continued to scream as if his nuts had just been ripped off. Boys were so dramatic. She hadn't even fully ripped it off!

She figured he wouldn't be able to think, much less speak, for a while so she decided to just have one last bit of fun before heading home. She used her free hand to get out her phone and hit record, before releasing his nut and grabbing his other one. Thomas’s right ball clearly hung lower than his left now.

“Hey girls, watch me give this boy a matching set!” She spoke cheerily to her future audience before yanking upwards as hard as she could on his right nut hard enough that only the top of his head remained on the ground. She was a little disappointed his voice didn't reach as high of a pitch as the first time, but she knew his poor lungs couldn't have much air left by now.

For Thomas, it felt like his pain multiplied by a hundred as every nerve in his right testicle lit on fire to match his left one. At this point he was positive Liz was really going to castrate him. His screams and tears were equal parts from the pain and the knowledge that his sex life was about to end. The small part of his brain that could still think actually wanted to beg for mercy, but he just couldn't stop screaming. The eruption of fear and pain overwhelmed his nervous system and Thomas blacked out, his final thoughts focused on mourning the upcoming loss of his manhood.

When he woke up, the air was colder and the sky darker. He only had a moment to recognize these facts before the overwhelming testicular agony ripped through his nervous system once more. Despite the pain, he only had one thought on his mind as his hands, still on his balls, felt around to make sure he still had them. Relief flooded his system as he realized he still did, even if they hung a little lower now. He actually laughed and smiled despite the pain. He was still a man! Thomas made a promise to himself as he lay on the ground staring at the moon with his hands clutching his aching balls. No more fighting girls.