Humiliation At The Tournament - Finals: Doomfist Vs Grace

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I lumbered into the Guest Booth and collapsed into one of the chairs. Just in time for the final bout of the UFB championship. The booth was once again empty, save for me. Though Doomfist’s booth was full of an entourage of loud men and scantily clad women. His posse, no doubt.

The arena was different today. It was enclosed in a cage, a specific request from Doomfist. And the two fighters were mic’d. He wanted everyone to hear Grace’s screams. The rules were also different for this fight.

Usually, a fighter won by ringout, knockout, forfeiture, or referee intervention. Doomfist demanded only two ways to win- total knockout. And, specifically, Grace giving up.

“This fight doesn’t end till the woman is begging for mercy!” Doomfist had declared.

I’m not gonna lie, I was a little nervous. Sure, I was worried about another humiliating loss for men, seeing another grown man cry and scream for his broken balls was embarrassing… but I was actually worried about Grace. Doomfist was the six-time reigning champion of UFB, he was undefeated. He was better than any fighter she had been up against. What if she lost?

In the ring, Ben “Doomfist” Allen and Grace bowed. Grace was in her standard gi, but Doomfist had decided to show off his body. He was in a tight speedo; his bulge was fucking huge. Unsettlingly huge. I didn’t think a man could be that big.

“Ready for your spanking, little girl?” Doomfist’s husky voice blared in the arena. “I’m going to squeeze that nice ass.”

“Ooo,” Grace purred, “I really don’t like you. This is gonna be fun.”

“BEGIN!” The ref shouted, jumping away. And Doomfist became a whirlwind of fist and foot.

Grace stood her ground for a second, slipping by several strikes. But she couldn’t get a shot off, he was too fast and ferocious. And Grace first ducked away from a hook, and then backpedaled from a sweep. Grace started retreating.

My heart skipped several beats, I had never seen her give ground. Not in any of her fights with me or against the other fighters of UFB. Doomfist seemed to understand the same, all she could do was dodge. He kept the pressure attacking from different side angles, pushing her to a corner of the cage.

Grace kept dodging and parrying his strikes, biding her time. She was too good at this now that she didn’t let him trap her against the cage. She gracefully weaved under a wide punch and skipped away. Her body bounced with her, my cock grew into a full boner. She was fucking magnificent.

“You can’t run away forever, bitch!” Doomfist shouted, twisted on his heels. He leapt after her, shooting a side kick straight for her face. Grace smirked, slipping by the kick. And whipping her own signature snap kick up to his big, hanging balls.

The crowd ooed as her foot connected with a thud, both Doomfist and Grace’s eyes grew wide. And I knew why, the crowd couldn’t hear it. But with how close I was, I could. The kick connected with a plastic thunk. Doomfist was wearing a cup.

“YOU BITCH!” Doomfist shouted, chambering his own kick and sinking his foot into Grace’s stomach, sending her back several feet. The first man in the UFB to land a strike on Grace. Maybe the first man ever.

She slid back and dropped to her knees with a winded gasp. When she raised her face there was a fierce, terrifying, joyful look in her eyes.

“Still hurt, didn’t it?” Grace’s feminine voice rang with seductive tones.

Doomfist snarled, sprinting towards her. She slipped past his anger-fueled strike and slammed her palm into his balls. The THWACK echoed from their mic’s. He slunk away, but not before shoving her with his big arms, flinging her to the cage wall. He dropped to one knee, using one hand to nurse his bruising balls.

“You’re so fucking pathetic,” Grace mocked for the entire world to hear. I suddenly became very thankful no one could hear what she had said to me during our match. “Ben ‘Doomfist’ Allen. The greatest fighter in the world.”

She approached him and Doomfist kicked out at her legs, she hopped over the sweep, stepped forward and kicked him in the nuts like she was scoring the winning shot in a soccer game. Another loud thwank stampeded through the arena and Doomfist stumbled backwards, wheezing softly.

“The biggest and baddest man around. You can rip a phone book with your manly hands. Tear a car door off its hinges. Bend metal. And you think a fucking piece of plastic is going to protect your balls from me.”

“I’m gonna fucking- AAAAAH-“ Doomfist snarled before his voice squealed into a pitch unbefitting a man of his size.

Grace sent another kick flying into his open legs, his big, muscular thighs guiding her foot right into his nuts. I thought I heard a crack.

“And look at you. The manliest man there is. So afraid for his little balls, he cheats like a little bitch.”

The crowd gasped, now understanding what she meant. The secret was out, Doomfist was wearing a cup. A strictly forbidden piece of equipment. The size of his package now made a lot of sense, it was a big ass cup protecting a man’s little balls.

“Fuck you,” Doomfist coughed, stepping a few paces away, “I’m gonna show you who’s stronger. Girls can’t fucking fight. I’m gonna beat your ass.”

He stomped after her, noticeably slower. He first threw a wheel kick, then a spinning heel hook. Both were so slow, Grace could have ended him there, but she simply slipped by the strikes.

Doomfist growled, loading up multiple powerful punches, hitting nothing but air when he fired them. Grace popped up between his arms and flicked him in the eyes.

“FUCK!” Doomfist shrieked, falling back into the widest stance I’ve ever seen, rubbing his eyes. My heart sank for him, every man’s did. His balls were wide open.

“I hope you’re ready, Doomfist,” Grace laughed, taking two steps back for a running start. She bounded after him, his stance still square. And his groin quivering and inviting.

She took one last, powerful stomp right beside him when he opened his hands.

"I'm gonna bust your balls!!" Grace shouted gleefully.

Doomfists mouth made the typical O all men make when their balls are about to be whacked. And his eyes prematurely popped out of his skull, he knew what was coming, we all did.

Grace’s knee sailed up his legs, flying at a screeching velocity directly into his bulging balls.

CRAAAAACK!!!

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!!” Ben ‘Doomfist’ Allen screamed as Grace propelled him in the air. Another legendary fighter brought down by her feminine knee.

He dropped to the ground, huffing and puffing as his hands clutched his battered balls.

“Woah!” Grace laughed, “I heard a crack that time. Do you think that was your cup?”

Doomfist started sobbing, wheezing and holding his poor balls. I sympathized with the guy; Grace had that effect on men.

“Well, with that cup out of the way, ready to get started Doomfist?” Grace taunted, walking up to the fetal form that was once the proud, manly Doomfist.

“Get away!” Doomfist roared, bursting from his prone state and swiping at her with his massive arm. Grace stepped back and snapped her foot directly into his balls. Doomfist let out a comical croak.

“Hurts a lot more without a cup, huh?” Grace mocked. “Up you get Doomfist, we’ve got a lot of busting to do.”

“Please!” Doomfist crawled away from the looming threat to his frail balls, “Stop! Go away!”

“Ahhh,” Grace squeaked in a sweet, pretty voice, “what, you don't like me anymore? Don't you still want to squeeze my nice ass?"

“NO! IM SORRY! PLEASE!”

"But you still want to bend me over your strong, manly knee and spank me right?"

"PLEASE, GRACE! I GIVE UP-"

“You see, us girls do spankings a little different,” Grace twittered, inching closer to him. Doomfist was on all fours, his tears were already soaking the ring floor. “It’s something like THIS!”

Grace flung her foot right between his legs, smashing his balls. She kept following through with her kick, literally flipped Doomfist over into a roll and onto his back. Doomfist screams reverberated from his mic and through the arena. He sounded like me, like a little girl.

“You know it’s a funny insult? I know we alllll just thought it,” Grace cooed, grabbing Doomfist by his shoulders and shoving him against the cage. “You just screamed like a little girl. But you know what? I’ve never heard a higher pitch than a man that just got his nuts cracked. It should be scream like a man, shouldn’t it?”

“Please,” Doomfist cried, hunched over and leaning on Grace. His arms dangling over her, he didn’t even have the strength to squeeze the fat ass right next to him. “I give up, you win.”

“Tut-tut-tut,” Grace clicked, “you said the fight doesn’t end until a woman begs for mercy. Hey! If you scream high enough, you think they’ll mistake you for a girl?”

“Please I’ll do anything, please-“

Grace flicked his balls.

“Fuck-“

She flicked them again.

“Fuck, Grace please-“

"I know, I know. You'll do anything, you already said that," Grace rolled her eyes. She wound her hand back and smacked Doomfist square in the nuts, his open mouth spewed spittle.

“My balls,” Doomfist sobbed, “my fucking balls.”

“Yup, you have em,” Grace commented, “we all know. Everyone's been hearing you cry about them the last five minutes.”

Grace backed away and Doomfist hollowed out. How he was still standing was a wonder to me, my balls hurt for him in sympathy. I looked to his entourage; the men’s eyes were wide with shock. But the girls, they were laughing. What is it about our nutpain that was so funny to them? Was it that it’s something only guys have? Was it that even the biggest and strongest men like Doomfist became crying little boys when you hit us there?

“Ya know, I take it easy on you boys,” Grace said matter-of-factly, “thing is, I like racking your nuts but they’re really so fragile. And believe it or not, I like boys. I just got myself a boyfriend. I don’t wanna take your balls from you. Just teach your big egos and small balls a lesson. So, I’ve only ever hit at half strength. Just to hurt you, to really show you that men are just big ball-babies.

But you’re a big, strong man. The toughest around. The baddest of the bad, you can take it can’t you?”

“NO, PLEASE!” Doomfist exclaimed, he was so drained of strength, his balls were already so battered, he couldn’t mount any defense. “PLEASE, GRACE! SPARE MY BALLS!”

“You’ve already begged, Doomfist,” Grace complained, “you can’t cry your way out of this.”

“I’m begging you! I need my balls!” Doomfist sobbed.

“I knowwww,” Grace comforted her manly opponent, “all of you do. Ya know, I was gonna tease you like crazy, but my boyfriend asked me not to. I feel kinda bad, you won't even get a last orgasm with what I’m about to do to you."

Doomfist tried to stand, pulling himself with what little strength he had along the cage. His legs wobbled; his arms trembled.

“Get ready, Doomfist,” Grace smiled, “I’m about to kick your nuts as hard as I can.”

“Nooo,” Doomfist whimpered, trying to find an escape. There was none, he was in a cage of his own making.

“Say goodbye to your little ballsies!” Grace said with her final taunt, “I’m going to kick them up your throat!”

“NOOOOOOOOOO-“

Grace got the third running start of the match. She sprinted towards Doomfists shaking form, and let loose the meanest, fiercest, brattiest ballbusting kick I had ever seen in my life. It was as fast as lightning and, I swear to God, it made the most sickening, horrible sound. The kind of sound every man fears. The sound that meant doom for our fragile, stupid fucking balls.

CRUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!!

Her foot sunk into his meaty balls, cutting off Doomfists fearful shriek and sending his voice into a pitch only a dog would hear. He screamed so high I didn’t even know a person, let alone a man, could hit that note. Her kick, like so many of her other ballbusts, lifted Doomfists off his feet. But unlike the others, it wasn’t an inch or two off the ground. It was an entire foot.

When Doomfist collapsed on the ground he was eeeeeping and crying and sobbing like the broke-ball bitch he was. And Doomfist sang the universal anthem of all ballbusted men, though notably higher than any I’ve heard.

“MYYYYYYYYYYYY BAAAALLLLLLLLLLS!”

Grace bounced up and down, waving to the crowd. As women cheered and men cringed. I myself was happy, I don’t know why I was worried. No man could ever beat Grace, or really any girl. Because we all have the same thing. A pair of fragile balls. And all they gotta do is crack em.

“THE JUDGES HAVE DECIDED!” The ref declared, “DESPITE DOOMFISTS DEMANDS, THE MATCH IS OVER! BY TESTICULAR KNOCKOUT, WE HAVE OUR NEW REIGNING CHAMPION OF THE UFB! GRACE THE BALLBUSTING QUEEN!”

The crowd cheered, I looked once more to Doomfists booth, and the men were hunched over. Their faces scrunched and their hands clutching their balls. The girls must have been inspired by Grace’s domination. I even saw one of the women reach into a guys pants, I didn’t envy what was about to happen to him.

I looked to Grace. She had won, easily. Doomfist was just another man crumpled at her feet, crying and whining for his broken balls. My cock was ready to burst out of my pants. I wanted to fuck her tits. I wanted to fuck her ass. But god… she was gonna break my balls.

*Doomfist was just another broke ball bitch after all. Looks like every man is a crybaby when Grace comes and crunches his fragile little balls! Next time, a ballbusting epilogue...*