Let the fight begin!

\[mf, ballbusting, castration, boots, fighting, commission\]

"You gotta watch your step here," Carmen said.

From the street, they went into an unremarkable alley, then down narrow stairs to a basement level door. A narrow slit opened, and somebody from the inside somebody took a good look at the visitors.

"You know me," Carmen told them. "And Trev has been here before."

The door opened and let Trevor and Carmen in. Carmen nodded to the guards, said hi to some of the other people there, chatted with some of the staff. The place was known by a simple name "The Club". Officially this place didn't exist.

People sometimes joked that Carmen could carry her boyfriend on her hands. They weren't wrong. What most people noticed abour Carmen, was that she was taller than an average girl. Her shoulders were broader, muscles more defined, biceps bulging. Carmen was a fist in a lace glove. She had black hair, caramel skin and brown eyes, which sometimes, Trevor could swear, turned yellow. Tonight for the occasion she wore tight, sleeveless maroon dress and black knee high laced boots.

"A new girl is fighting," Carmen whispered into Trevor's ear. "Can't wait to see what she's capable of."

The fights that were taking place in "The Club" were special. Every fight was between a man and a woman. The rules of the fight were simple. The male was allowed to rape the female, if only he could overpower her, while the female was allowed to fight back however she could. What they didn't tell the male fighter was that he, not the woman, was the real prey, and the main attraction was him losing the balls. In fact, that's how all of these fights ended. Usually male fighter realised way too late, surrounded by cheers of mostly female audience, that his nuts would be detached from his body and there was no escape.

Most of the club's regulars were women. Minority of the audience were men - usually accompanying boyfriends who could stomach such a violence against male anatomy. You had to be part of a very special circle of people to be let in. Carmen was one of the experienced fighters, and Trevor was her boyfriend. Being among the chosen, who were allowed to witness castration fights was extremely exciting. Trevor had seen three ring fights with Carmen as a fighter. In each of them she completely destroyed man's nuts.

"Are you as excited as I am?" Carmen asked.

"Of course I am, honey."

Trevor loved seeing man's balls ripped out, as long as he kept his own. They took their seats. The underground arena was small, one could even say - cosy. The seats were arranged in circles around the ring. Raised floor of the ring was made out of wooden boards with no additional cover, with posts in each corner, connected with thick red ropes.

"I asked around. The guy against the new girl... he's a real piece of shit. Deserves his balls taken away. Ha!"

"How does Jane find these guys?"

"A promise of a lot of money, to rape the loser, and respect from all could witness that. Why? Do you want to go on the ring?"

"What, me? No!"

Trevor was unnerved by her joke. He had seen what fighters like Carmen was able to do to men who stepped on the ring, and he wasn't keen repeating that mistake. Meanwhile, a blonde woman in business suit, approached them through the rows of seats.

"How are you, Jane!" Carmen cheerfully greeted her.

Jane was the owner of the club and the main organizer of the castration fights.

"Nice to see you too," Jane said. "Carmen, dear, I need you for something."

Carmen leaned in, and both women had a hushed conversation about something. Trevor couldn't hear it.

"Oh really!" Carmen finally said. "Are you kidding, of course!"

She sat back to Trevor.

"Can you believe it? The girl who was supposed to fight got in a car accident. She can't even be here! Jane asked me to fight tonight instead."

"Holy shit! And you, naturally..."

"Naturally!" Carmen almost screamed from excitement. "I gotta go now. Enjoy the show!"

Carmen left. There was no time for her to prepare, as the fight had to start any moment. The seats were full - women and their men anxiously anticipated the coming fight. About a minute later the main arena lights went dark. Projectors lit up, illuminated the ring in the center. The audience went silent in anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Jane's voice resounded through the speakers. "The event you are all here is finally ready to begin!"

The audience responded with clapping and cheers.

"Female vs male fight to the death!" she went on when the cheers subsided. "There are no rules but one - male's goal is to rape his female opponent!"

Trevor smiled at how ridiculous this was. All these words about the only one rule and how the goal is to fight for rape - all this to humour the male fighter, who shouldn't be suspecting that the only real rule here is his imminent castration. Both fighers, naked, were already sitting on low wooden chairs in opposite corners of the ring.

"In the blue corner - a figter you are very well familiar with, Carmen!"

Carmen was sitting on her chair with ther legs crossed. Her maroon dress was gone, the only thing she had kept on was her black knee high boots. Her body was cleanly shaven. She smiled confidently and flexed her biceps. Carmen's boobs were round and firm with nice brown nipples. Trevor knew for sure the tips of her nipples were hard as a rock. Her body was strong and muscular. Her opponent should really be worried.

"In the red corner, a new fighter, man with a licence to rape, Mark!"

There were some chuckles in the audience when they heard "new". Mark was sitting on the chair in his corner. He was muscular guy, who stared at the world from under his eyebrows. Trevor had a feeling that Mark didn't care about the audience, the fact he was naked, how much violence he had to cause, or who he had to fight. It could be a man or a woman, he was fine with it as long as there was money and rape as the prize. Mark's knuckles were calloused. A layer of curly hair covered his chest and his belly. Mark's dick and balls hung over the edge of the seat between his legs.

"Let the fight begin!"

The audience went completely silent. Hundreds of eyes were glued to the ring. For the first couple of seconds fighters measured each other with their eyes. Likely, only now Mark realised, how tall Carmen was. He almost drooled, staring at her shaved pussy. He stared at his female opponent, relishing in the idea of taking her body as a prize at the end of the fight. Trevor grinned. Guys like Mark had simple worldview: girl's muscles are just for show, she wouldn't stand a fight against a real man.

Without any warning, Mark dashed forward and threw two punches at Carmen. She dodged and kicked at Mark - the sharp toe of her boot hit Mark's hairy belly. The man sprung back as if bitten by a wasp.

"Whore!" Mark growled. "I see, you want it rough?"

Arena was completely silent, and his words travelled to its farthest corners. There was another moment of standstill. Carmen smiled at her opponent. He didn't know how ready she was.

Mark broke the standstill and jumped at her, furiously throwing punches, and Carmen dodged again. She delivered a kick, this time it hit Mark's thigh, dangerously close to his dangling balls. The impact left a red traingular mark. The audience cheered and laughed.

"Fucking...," Mark was looking for the right word, "...whore!"

This was the moment Mark should have realised he was being toyed with. Carmen hadn't even started to fight. Mark dashed towards her, with a clear intention to tackle his female opponent to the ground. She managed to dodge again. Still, Mark got dangerously close. He would've tackled her, hadn't he needed to course-correct in the last moment. Then Mark lost his balance and fell on the floor near the edge of the ring. Even so, his's fist hit Carmen in the ribs.

Trevor tensed. There were gasps in the audience. Carmen didn't react to the hit, as she probably didn't even noticed it. Yet this could have ended badly. Maybe Carmen was toying with her opponent too much?

While Mark was laying on the floor of the ring, trying to get up, Carmen was behind him. His balls were hanging between his legs from behind. Carmen couldn't waste such an opportunity. She kicked the exposed balls - quite lightly, still playing with the prey. The impact made Mark's ballsack jump, and his whole body flail, accompanied by a shrill yell. Surrounded by audience laughs, he rolled to the side. Then he jumped on the feet as quickly as his aching nutsack was letting him. Carmen didn't intervene. She was here to deliver a show, a longer fight. Mark was craddling his reddened balls with one hand. He was breathing heavily. His body was sweaty, his hair was sticking to his skin.

"W-whore!" Mark uttered.

Carmen raised both middle fingers and laughed. Her opponent was reaching the right condition to have his balls be destroyed. Mark hurled himself at her in another desperate attempt to tackle. This time Carmen evaded effortlessly. Mark tripped and crashed on the ground, with a force that made him slide on the floor forward. Now it was the time to deliver a devastating blow. Mark's legs were spread, and his exposed and already bruised balls between them. Carmen stomped down, aiming for the most exposed of the two nuts.

"Pop!"

Her heel made the ball flat. Then she dragged the heel away from Mark's body, tearing the bottom of man's ballsack open. The goo of his just destroyed testicle escaped the tear and poured out on the floor. The audience loudly cheered. Trevor felt his dick harden.

"That's my girl!" he shouted.

Carmen couldn't hear him in the noise the audience was making. She stepped away from the fallen opponent. Mark was already in bad shape, but he was still getting up. He growled incoherently. Mark turned to Carmen, so slowly, that she could have killed him three times over in meantime. Now there was fear in his's eyes. The bottom of Mark's ballsack was torn open, the contents were hanging outside - one intact ball, and squished remains of another one. The audience went quiet in anticipation.

Carmen made a step closer, then another one, then another. Then she suddenly kicked high, with her heel striking Mark in the face. Mark dropped on the floor like a sack of cement. She stepped even closer, while Mark tried to say something.

"Gharrk..."

"What was that?" Carmen asked, standing over him.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please don't do it... Please! You win!"

"Hahah!" Carmen laughed.

"I have only one nut left! Ple..."

Carmen kicked sharply with the tip of her boot under Mark's chin. He fell back, and his hands raised to protect the neck.

"Hrr! Ghrr! Hrrkk!" was coming from Mark's crushed larynx.

"Sorry, pal, can't hear you!"

Carmen stomped down on Mark's wide open chest, her heel hit him right at solar plexus. The man gasped, his body convulsed as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Mark rolled over to the side, in a fetal position. His remaining ball hung well exposed between his legs - naked and uncovered. It was meaty and veiny, and also miserable. Carmen grabbed the ball in her hand, put her foot at her victim's ass and yanked towards herself.

She wanted to tear the remaining ball off Mark's body by sheer power of her muscles. The pull lifted Mark's ass from the floor for a second, but instead of tearing off, the testicle exploded inside Carmen's hand. It just wasn't as tough as one could imagine. Pieces of nut goo flew between Carmen's fingers, landing on her naked body, her boots, the floor, over Mark's body and even the audience. Mark was already lost consciousness, his body was pathetically shaking and convulsing on the floor.

Carmen was smiling a wide smile. She turned towards the public, with her legs wide, and showed the spectators her nut goo covered hands. Audience cheered. Carmen pushed goo-covered hand down her body, over her breasts, belly and towards her shaved pussy. Over there, she pushed her middle finger and her ring finger inside herself. As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, her eyes rolled back. The audience exploded in biggest ovations Trevor hadn't ever heared. His own dick was hard for a long time. It was so hot, to see Carmen pretend-masturbate, over there, on the ring, with Mark's ball goo as lube. Carmen laughed and walked off the ring, accompanied with cheers.

"And we have a winner!" Jane's voice echoed through the speakers.

Trevor got up and hurried through the rows of seats. He needed to be in the fighters' area. The security recognized him and let him through the door where he knew he would find Carmen. His dick poking through the pants was noticable.

In the shower room Carmen was taking off her boots.

"That bastard made my boots dirty!" Carmen said and winked at him.

Pattern of gray and red speckles, which used to be Mark's testicles tissue, were stuck to her boots, as well as her body.

"Gr..." Trevor growled.

What he wanted to say was "great fight".

"I suspect you have brought me a diamond hard dick!" Carmen said.

She pulled him closer.

"Otherwise, your nuts will suffer the same fate as poor Mark's."

Thankfully, Trevor's dick was diamond hard. It sprung out of his pants. Carmen unceremoniously tackled him to the ground and kneeled over him. She was as excited as Trevor. Carmen guided his hard dick inside her well-lubed pussy and fucked Trevor. His hands run over her muscular body, rubbed her tits, while she thrusted her butt up and down, filling herself with his engorged cock. Orgasmic craze overtook them and they came simultaneously. Carmen thrusted her butt couple more times, then bent forwards and graced Trevor with a kiss.

"Do you know what I want?" she whispered into Trevor's ear. "Annihilate more balls..."