The Sparring Session, by ana

**BALLBUSTING. A college student accompanies his crush to her self-defense classes and ends up as her sparring partner (painful consequences will come out of this).**

**Trigger warning: this story contains** >!**castration**!<

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>**Original Title:** *El sparring*

>**Original language:** Spanish

>**Original publication date:** 27th March, 2020

>**Translator's note:** Seeing that so many of you really enjoyed the last translation of a story from the Spanish *todorelatos* author *ana*, I have decided to translate another one of her story. This time, somewhat tamer, as the last one was kind of cruel and violent.

>As usual, at the end of the story, I will be leaving some foot-notes that give more context to this story.

>Please leave your thoughts of the story in the comments! Translating it took me various days, so I really hope you all might enjoy this one!

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—I am telling you, Dani. The woman that’s our teacher does know how to fight —insisted Clara, a 22 year old college student who found herself in a new argument with her friend Dani on the effectiveness of the self defense classes that she herself was attending.

—And I’m telling you that you can’t possibly compare a sparring simulation with one of those female classmate of yours and a real fight against a man. Besides, in an actual fight against a woman, we men will always defend our balls because we know y’all going after them —answered the 23 year old Dani. He wouldn’t usually argue against Clara, however, whenever that topic was brought up he just couldn’t help it. The fact that Clara actually believed that she would be able to beat him in a fight just because she had been attending self-defense classes for the last few months was way too irritating.

—I’ve told you thousands of times that there’s other techniques besides attacking the balls, as well as thousands of other ways to distract or break a man’s defense in order to get his balls. I would gladly give you a demonstration, but I don’t want to end up in jail for leaving you with no offspring —joked Clara, who knew how much these comments about a man’s weak spot bothered Dani. His machismo was one of the main reasons as to why he was still only Clara’s friend and not her boyfriend. Dani had had a crush on her ever since they met. How could he not? She was such a tremendous 90-60-90 beauty after all.

—HA! That’s hilarious! —replied Dani ironically— be careful, you might break nail instead!

—Why don't you come over to a watch a class one of these days to see and see what we're capable of? —she proposed to him, it was something she had been thinking about doing so for quite some time.

To Daniel, this seemed like a waste of time, however, he accepted, hoping that Clara would thank him in some way. And at least he would get to see her in her sports clothes, which of course, wouldn’t hurt.

Once in class, the male was in front of about twenty women in various ages ranging from nineteen year olds up to some forty-something year olds. Then, Clara introduced him to the instructor, a woman in her thirties named Marisol, who was just as sexy as the young college girl.

—This is Dani, the friend I had told you about —Clara said.

—Thanks for volunteering, Dani. It's not easy to find men to serve as sparring partners without asking for anything in return. Even when offer them a pay, it still doesn't usually end well. Girls, thank Dani for his help —said Marisol, making all of them thank him with an applause.

He looked at Clara in search of an explanation, since what he had agreed with her was to go as an spectator, not as a sparring partner. Unfortunately, in the face of such a reception, he did not dare to refuse, since even the instructor had taken off her protections to give them to him. While the women did a little warm-up, he put on a helmet, a padded bib and some large foam-rubber shin guards.

You deceived me. —he whispered to Clara, putting on the protective gear.

Relax, we are just a group of women, you have nothing to be scared of. —she joked with her perfect smile.

Since today we have a man among us, we are dedicating today’s lesson to simulations of street aggressions —Marisol announced when the boy was ready with the protective gear.

However, Dani soon realized that he lacked protection for the area of his body he was most interested in protecting: his testicles. He hesitated to tell the instructor about it, as he didn't know wether if they even had a cup back there or if the woman had assumed that, since a cup was something so personal, he would bring his own. He was about to ask for one, but the idea of asking for genital protection in front of so many women embarrassed him so much, that he didn't have the balls to do it. «I mean, it’s just a simulation and I know they will all go for the balls. I just have to defend myself well and there will be no problem» he thought to himself.

Since she is the one who brought him, Clara will start, so that Dani gets somewhat comfortable. Go ahead, try to grab and subdue her. —Marisol indicated to the young man.

As soon as Marisol gave the order, Dani went for his friend, ready to grab her and touch her "involuntarily" as much as he wanted, careful of defending his unprotected crotch. But Clara, surprisingly agile, didn't let the boy's hands get near her, and managed to get one leg behind him and push him in such a way that he fell backwards. He had the boy's testicles in range for a devastating kick, but Clara, who suspected that Dani had no groin protection, was compassionate to the fairer sex, so she "just" bent down and quickly gave a punch to his soft scrotum.

The feeling of that famed soft lump in her fist was a dream fulfilled for Clara, who had not done it until then, and, who better to do it to than her friend Dani? Who, from his point of view, was not finding it so gratifying. His piercing moan announced to all that he was not wearing protection and the fetal position he adopted, along with the moans and groans, confirmed it.

The pain was truly excruciating, although seeing Clara's expression of satisfaction was almost as painful, and the girl, despite her immediate apology, could barely contain her euphoria. The rest of the women seemed to feel sorry for him, though deep down they were happy to see the effectiveness of the techniques.

—Why didn't you say you weren't wearing any testicle protection? I'm sorry, I should have asked you, but in my defense, I just gave you what I was wearing and I since don't need a cup.... —excused Marisol, who found no response from the pained male —It was irresponsible, if it had been a bigger blow you could have lost your testicles, like my poor nephew, who lost them to a girl's attack on the beach **\[1\]**. Fortunately yours does not seem as serious. If you recover and want to continue, I have a cup here to lend you. —Marisol told him, after dragging him to a corner with the help of Clara, who stayed with him while he recovered.

The first five minutes were real torture for the boy, who could barely contain himself so that his friend would stop looking at him with a pitiful face as if she were looking at the weakest thing in the world.

Luckily, the pain began to subside little by little. Dani was planning to get out of there as soon as he could, but Clara surprised him by promising to reward him if he stayed for the rest of the class and showed him that she meant it by pulling her friend's hands away and caressing right in the spot where she had recently stuck her fist.

—Mmm I'm glad to see I didn't break anything. —Clara whispered sensually when she noticed her friend’s erection.

Dani couldn't wait for the class to end and was so horny that he almost came, although he would have preferred the caresses to be limited to the penis, as his testicles were not yet ready to be touched. After that Dani was forced to change his mind about leaving immediately. Besides, since he would now have a cup, there was nothing to be afraid of.

After fifteen minutes, the young man was able to sit up, still with discomfort and little dignity, but in apparent good condition. Marisol congratulated him for continuing to volunteer and told him where the testicular protector was. The instrument seemed rather old to him, as it was a hard plastic cup with three small holes, without rubber bands to hold it in place, so he had to put it on under his underwear. Wearing the protector was not a pleasant sensation and he would even say that it sort of squeezed his bits, but if that rudimentary piece of plastic prevented him from repeating such suffering and humiliation, it was certainly worth it. With the return of the sparring partner, Marisol indicated that they would return to the demonstrations:

—We'd better start a little softer. Julia, you start.

At that moment, the youngest and shortest of the students, took a step forward and hesitantly waited for him to approach her or order to try and subdue her. If with her friend Clara he had made any effort, with Julia he instead held back, too much actually; so much so that as soon as he tried to grab her she slapped him hard on the ears (a blow that was luckily cushioned by the helmet) and then drove her knee into the boy's crotch with all her strength. The protective cup deflected the impact to his groin, but even so, his testicles were not spared from the vibration of the blow, that, more due to the unexpected than because of the pain itself, made him exhale a groan and fall to all fours.

—Are you all right? —asked Julia.

—Yes... yes.... —answered Dani catching his breath and regretting that the protector wasn’t totally effective because Clara would see him fall in front of a young woman even while wearing protection.

—You have the cup, don't you? —asked Marisol.

—Yes, it's just that... I didn't expect that even with the cup it would still hurt a little. —he said, getting up with a painful gesture.

—Look, Julia, even with the protector you were able to make him fall, what do you think will happen if you instead knee him directly in his dainty little huevos **\[2\]**? —asked Marisol.

—Well... we would be left with no assistant, wouldn’t we? —joked the young woman.

Dani didn't even want to think about what would have become of his testicles without the protection for that blow from which his groin still ached.

The demonstrations continued and the situation did not improve in any way: on the one hand, Dani was not able to reduce any of the girls even if he used all his strength and, on the other hand, all the techniques they used to get rid of him began or ended with a fierce blow to his weak point. The cup allowed him to continue, but the blows were accumulating and, no matter how light the impact, his testicles suffered more and more, making the slight pain he felt after the girl's knee, a real ordeal. To make matters worse, the cup did not allow him to grasp his testicles as his instinct demanded, which aggravated the feeling of discomfort.

Dani was about to ask for a break to recover, but once again his pride and shyness prevented him from doing so. Still he was able to hold on in front of the twenty girls. In considerable pain, but he did it. He was looking forward to taking off his cup, holding his manhood, and finally kneeling in solitude for a few minutes until the pain passed; not to mention that the heat generated by the direct contact with the plastic, had his testicles unpleasantly sweaty. But the end of his suffering had to be postponed a little longer, as Clara asked Marisol for one last demonstration, something to which the instructor gladly agreed.

—I hope you have finally accepted that I can beat you easily. Well, me and all of them, because you haven't been able to beat any of them. —Clara joked quietly when she was in front of him.

—Yes well, but remember that this is just a simulation. —he answered.

—Of course, had it been real, little Julia would have left you without eggs!

—Stop talking and start! —intervened Marisol, starting the fight.

Dani had been containing himself in every demonstration, but against Clara he gave his all despite the pain he had been suffering for a while. His intention was not to hurt her, as that could put an end to his plans for that night, but he wanted to show her that he was not the weakling he was seeming to be.

Clara made the mistake of trying the same technique as in the previous bout, which Dani had etched in his retina and was able to thwart. After this he managed to turn her around and embrace her from behind, a situation of which he took advantage in order to touch her tits discretely, but his legs faltered as he felt Clara's nipple through the thin sports bra.

The girl took advantage of this slip in order to escape by stomping on his foot. He ignored the pain and reached out to embrace her in a desperate gesture, which Clara used to grab his hand and twist his wrist in such a way as to force him to his knees with his arm behind his back. The boy tried to help himself to the other arm, but she grabbed it and held it behind his back as well. He was refusing to give up, but with Clara behind him and both arms twisted behind his back he was only hurting himself more and more.

—I can beat you even without even attacking your little ballsies. —she said loudly, provoking the laughter of her classmates, who were watching everything right in front of them.

Dani could not believe it, her friend, who barely weighed 50 kilos, had been able to incapacitate him with her bare hands, with hardly any effort. That fact was too much for his masculine pride, but adding the laughter and the satisfied faces of Marisol and the rest of the students made him burst with rage. With all his physical superiority in front of the woman, he stood up, got rid of her grip and threw her to the floor, standing over her in a dominant position.

Or that's what Dani expected to happen, but the reality was that, as soon as he put one leg forward and supported his foot to get up, Clara thwarted his intentions by doing exactly what Marisol had taught her in case the man resisted: she kicked him with all her strength between his legs, taking advantage of the separation created by him keeping one knee on the ground and putting the other leg forward.

The boy's instinctive moan was just as slight as the previous ones given the protection. However, almost instantly he noticed a subtle difference with the previous blows: this time the cup did not absorb the blow by moving it towards the leg area, but instead ascended as if it were an extension of Clara's foot, resulting in a brutal blow to the lower part of his testicles. The testicles finally came out of the cup, which remained on top of them, pressing them down.

By the time Dani discovered that such protection is not designed for back-to-front blows, his balls were already in his throat and he couldn't breathe. Marisol's beautiful face blurred and the women's laughter distorted to give way to a muffled whistle as the room began to spin.

But to his misfortune, Clara's technique was not over. Immediately after the kick, she pulled one arm to the side to turn him over and make him fall backwards. Had she noticed the expression on his face, Clara would have stopped at that moment but, counting on the protection of the cup, the girl finished the technique with another powerful kick in the balls.

The testicles were crushed between the cup and Clara's instep, forming a devastating press in which the dangling organs were no more than two porcelain ovals.

The boy's initial reaction was to bring his hands to his genitals to check if his fatal sensations were true. He quickly removed his panties and, with his hands inside his underwear, grabbed his testicles as he had been wishing to do for some time. But his desires would never be fulfilled, for in his scrotum he found only the jelly-like remains of what had once been his testicles.

He repeated desperately what seemed to be a "no" until he finally accepted the obvious: that Clara's foot had pulverized his manhood; she had caped him like a pig. The traumatic discovery of his castration, coupled with pain that far exceeded the ridiculous male pain threshold, left the male in total shock, almost in a vegetable state, but conscious. Mouth open, a trembling in his legs, small convulsions in the rest of his body and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Clara didn't need to see his reaction to realize what he had just done, for it was enough for her to feel that his foot had hit soft, very soft. So she spoke up immediately.

—My God, I think his protection has broken! —said Clara, very frightened, kneeling down beside him as she took off his protective cup. Then, seeing that it was intact, Clara was speechless, for she understood that the crunch sound she had noticed on the instead of her foot had not come from the cup.

When sparring session was stopped, without saying a word, Marisol, who knew from the first kick that the cup had moved, stood between his legs and pulled down his pants. The rest of the students formed a circle around the young man, waiting for Marisol to do the same with his underpants and with the thousands of thoughts of all kinds in their heads. When the instructor finished undressing him, they could all see the trembling mush that the young man had for a scrotum. Try as they might, none of them thought they could see anything resembling a testicle inside the pouch. They also had time to assess the size of the penis, although in that state little or nothing could impress them.

—Well, no, it seems that it is not the protection that has been broken. —Marisol said, breaking the silence.

—What, have they...? No... I didn't want to... I didn't know... —Clara said between tears seeing the state in which she had left the most intimate and delicate part of her friend. —Take him to a hospital, please.

—Of course. Maria, call the emergency room. But don't worry Clara, it was an accident, besides, maybe they have not yet... —said Marisol while she carefully reached into the boy's scrotum.

She immediately shut up when noticing, or rather not noticing anything similar to a testicle in the hanging little bag of skin, which was slowly acquiring a purple tone, not at all encouraging.

—Well, at least now we know that men’s *huevos* are not safe from our feminine feet, even when using protection. —said the woman.

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**\[1\]** *This is a reference to another one of ana's most famous stories, (which I haven’t yet read as I find the content of it very questionable and whose name I won’t mention as to not promote it) in which a young guy goes to the beach with her aunt Marisol. I guess one could say that the author ana has somewhat of a ballbusting-literary-universe going on.*

**\[2\]** ***Huevos****, literally "eggs". A colloquial and the most common name in spanish for the testicles.*