Humiliation At The Tournament - Locker Room

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I finished showering. As soon as I was able to stand, I retreated to the lockers, completely ignoring everyone who had come to see me fight.

I had lost. To a girl. And in the most humiliating way possible. Her, hitting my balls. I was literally begging for mercy. I didn’t want to look anyone in the eyes. I just wanted the day to be over, retreat into my bedroom, and ice my sore, swollen balls. They are purple now, and have grown, I swear, twice in size.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked into my locker room, I gasped at the sight I was met with. A burly, monster of a man was weeping in the corner of the room, in a puddle of his own vomit. He wore the black gi signifying the status of Sensei.

"My balls," He cried, "my fucking balls, Grace..."

“He told me I couldn’t come in,” Grace said. I whipped my head over to see her sitting on the bench. Her legs were crossed, her thighs resting on top of each other. She held herself up with her hands on either side of the bench, opening her gi up to reveal that bountiful cleavage she was blessed with. “I dared him to try and stop me.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked bitterly, ignoring the sobbing man in the corner. Though I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, he was a victim of her ballbusting just like me. And I knew firsthand how painful it was.

“Look,” Grace said, raising her hands in a shrug. “What happened there was just a fight. You were a little disrespectful, and I wanted to win.”

“You cheated.”

“It’s not cheating, it’s literally an anything goes tournament. Since I was a little girl boys have talked to me like you did. And I learned early on how fragile y’all are. All my fights ended with boys crying in the dirt, clutching their little balls. It’s your fault for underestimating me.”

“Are you just here to gloat?” I snapped, why the hell was she here?

“No,” Grace replied with a smile, “I’m here to apologize. I went a little overboard back there, I could have ended it sooner.”

“Fine, apology accepted.”

Grace jumped to her feet, her breasts bouncing from the sudden movement. She walked up to me with swaying hips. My heart raced and my dick tightened my boxers. What the fuck was wrong with me.

“That’s not my apology,” she whispered, trailing her fingers across my chest and down to my cock. Her fingers danced over my underwear, really making me go crazy. “I like ALL the sounds boys make. Screams, cries, groans-“

She bit my ear and wrapped her fingers around my now rock-hard dick.

“Moans.”

I shuddered, what was fucking happening?

“Do you want to fuck my tits?”

My eyes practically bulged out of my skull. I couldn’t even speak; my heart was racing so fast.

“I’ll let you.”

“I- I-“ I stuttered, “is this how you apologize to all the guys?”

“No,” Grace smiled, “just the cute ones.”

“Yes,” I stammered quickly.

“Beg.”

“Please.”

She stopped stroking my cock and her hand cupped my balls. She playfully squeezed them.

“I said. Beg.”

“Please. Please let me fuck your tits.”

She pushed me onto the bench, pulling my boxers completely off. My cock jumped out, at full mast.

“You’re already so hard,” Grace giggled, opening her gi. Her breasts fell with a titillating bounce, my eyes were lost in their dance. She spit into her tits and squeezed them together. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding in my fucking skull.

She straddled the bench and turned me over to her, propping my legs on her lap. Her heaving breasts were a breath away from my twitching cock.

“I hope this makes those aching balls feel better,” Grace teased, lowering her tits on my waist, wrapping them around my cock. I gasped immediately. I almost came right there and then.

She lifted her tits up and down slowly, melting my mind with ecstasy. I couldn’t even fathom what was happening, I was lost in her tits.

“Don’t cum already,” She teased, “a lot of guys are quick shots between these tits. I hope you’re better.”

I strained my neck and clenched my jaw. FUCK I wanted to cum now. A groan pulled both of us away from the Titfuck, and directed our attention to the corner of the room.

Her Sensei was starting to get up.

“Oh, you’re still here,” Grace chuckled, ending her Titfuck. I groaned internally. Her next words caused my heart to race. “let’s play a game. I’m going to let John (me) here grab my tits and fuck them as hard as he can. If he cums before you stand up Sensei, I’m going to grab your balls and walk you all the way back to our locker.”

Her Sensei whimpered, weakly trying to stand.

“But if you stand up before he cums I’ll let you Titfuck me. And I’ll crush his balls.”

Her Sensei twisted his head to face her, wide-eyed.

“Get set.” Sensei already set his hands on the ground, Grace smiled at me and puffed her chest out.

“Get ready.” I grabbed her big tits and squeezed as hard as I could. I couldn’t even see my cock between her cleavage anymore.

“GO!” She shouted and I started bucking my hips as hard as I could, while her Sensei struggled to his feet.

Her tits were so soft, and her spit made them so wet, my cock was sliding in and out of them so fucking fast. It was the best fucking thing I had ever felt. I squeezed her soft boobs as hard as I could, and they bounced every time I pounded into them. And no matter how hard I fucked her tits, I still couldn’t see my cock between her tits. They were so fucking big.

“It’s okay big guy,” Grace said as I Titfucked her desperately, I was already near the edge. “Nobody lasts long between these.”

I started moaning as I fucked her tits as hard as I could, turning into a wild animal chasing the greatest orgasm of my life. And she sat there, smiling and laughing and teasing me while I did it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits; I had no idea if her Sensei had won. I could only hope.

“Once you cum these tits are yours, and your balls are mine.”

She pushed me over the edge, the head of my cock barely poked out of her squeezed tits, and I erupted a geyser of cum. Ropes reached all the way up to my chest. My legs and body shook with pleasure. I had never, not once in my life, felt anything so spectacular. And then the pain set in. All the damage she had done to my balls in our fight, exploded once again in me. I was afraid she had grabbed them but she was just staring at me with a twinkle of amusement. The pain was just my balls squeezing themselves from my orgasm.

“Ohhhhh senseiiiii,” Grace twittered, turning over to her teacher still on his knees.

“Please.” He begged.

“Oh, come on,” Grace said, standing up and wiping the little cum I got on her off her chest. “You know I’m gonna squeeze your balls. Take it like a man.”

He groaned and continued begging in loud whimpers.

She chuckled as she turned back to me. She leaned over, her breasts hanging over my face. I was sweating and my chest was heaving from that Titfuck. I was in paradise.

“Apology accepted?” She asked, her hand gliding over my twitching, and still cumming, cock.

“Fuck, yes.”

Her hand wrapped around my balls.

“Whose are these?”

“Yours,” I whimpered as she squeezed ever so slightly.

“I want you to say it.”

“My balls are yours!” I shouted.

“How hard do you think I’m squeezing?” Grace asked, tightening her grip. My mind started racing, what the hell was she doing?!? She was going to pop them.

“Fuck, really hard.”

“Give me a percent, big guy.” She said.

“EIGHTY!”

“Nope!” She beamed, “Twenty percent.”

My eyes bulged; it couldn’t be.

“There’s no way.”

“Give me your hand.” She demanded, taking my hand in her free one. “This is how hard I’m squeezing.”

It felt like the weakest handshake known to man.

“You’re lying.”

“Oh, big guy. This is fifty percent.”

Her hand crushed my balls, I started screaming and gyrating in pain. She was really gonna pop them, I was gonna lose my balls to this crazy, ballbusting, titfcuking psycho. This was somehow worse than anything she did in the ring. Was she really holding back that much?

“Who’s stronger?” Grace asked, lightening her grip, “Girls or boys?”

“Girls,” I whimpered.

“Why?”

“Because of our balls.”

“That’s right,” Grace teased, “and don’t worry big guy. You got a lot of ballbusting in your future, but I’ll always apologize with these tits. Maybe even this ass.”

I couldn’t even reply, if she could make me cum like that, I was willing to go through anything.

“But for now, I have to go take Sensei to his locker. He’s gonna need to rest after today.”

Grace let go of me and walked over to her teacher, he was still on all fours crying.

“Please, Grace. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Not my balls, please don’t hurt my balls.”

“Sorry Sensei,” Grace shrugged, reaching between his legs and wrapping her long fingers around his quivering balls. “A game is a game and rules are rules. I’m gonna make you sing soprano with this one.”

She twisted his balls and lifted high; he squealed as he jumped up to his tiptoes.

“Bye for now, big guy,” she waved to me, "I can’t wait to get your voice this high.”

She walked her Sensei out of the locker room, her ass jiggling with each step.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about next time. I wanted to fuck her tits. Fuck that ass. I wanted her to squeeze my balls and make fun of me crying while she did it. I realized I didn’t have her number. Fuck.

*Who will Grace nutcrack next? To be continued...*