Ball kicking contest

\[fm, ballbusting, castration, love story, commission\]

Female voice reverbated through the speakers.

"Contestant one - row five, seat sixteen!"

Layla was caught by surprise. Of all the people in the club - she was picked? Talk about the luck. Bright spotlight shone over her head. It felt like many eyes are looking at her.

"No way it's me!" she thought to herself.

Of course, she was glad, just one thing didn't let her enjoy the moment. The seat next to her, right on the edge of spotlight's circle, was empty. Layla had arrived together with her boyfriend Kevin. Just before the start of the event he had gone somewhere, and hasn't returned, making her impatiently tap her foot for the last couple minutes. She really didn't like to feel nervous like that. Her heart beat faster. It would be cool if Kevin had been here, he would enjoy the luck of the draw. He should be near her side, cheering with her!

"Come on, don't be shy!" the announcer said.

Layla broke out of her stupor, stood from her seat and slightly timidly walked towards the announcer's voice. They were in a circular arena, with rows of seats filled with women. Only minority of the spectators were men - usually accompanying boyfriends. This underground club didn't let in just everyone. Only invited audience was allowed and whoever they brought with them had to be approved too. Layla herself was invited with the help of her manager of the science lab where she worked as junior technician.

The announcer, who stood in the middle of fighting ring with a microphone in hand, was a middle aged blond woman in pristine white pantsuit. Her name was Jane, and she was the proprietor of the club and organizer of the show.

The fighting ring currently was missing corner posts and ropes. In the center of the ring two human-sized shapes were hidden under large pieces of dark cloth. From underneath the covers one could see the base of smooth wooden racks.

This club offered exclusive entertainment for their audiences - usually fights between men and women, that always ended with men losing their balls. This wasn't the first time Layla and Kevin had been here. Last time they witnessed a gruesome fight in the same ring between a woman and a man, both naked, at the end of which the female figher crushed her opponent's balls. Unsuspecting men were losing their balls for spectators' entertainment. An unforgettable event. That night they fucked like crazy.

Layla stopped next to Jane. Smell of sweat and testosterone came from the covered figures next to her. The lights in the rest of arena were dimmed and Layla couldn't see much, she hoped Kevin had already returned to her seat. Jane pointed her microphone at her.

"What's your name, honey?" Jane asked.

"Layla," she replied.

"Are you happy to be randomly selected for the event?"

"Um, yes."

Actually, Layla hadn't had time to consider what had happened. All of this was so surprising. She liked watching men lose their balls, but crushing balls herself was a different thing altogether.

"You have a really pretty dress, Layla. You will have to take it off for the contest."

Layla was wearing a knee length flaring dress, above white knee-high socks and a pair of green retro-style strap shoes with round toe. The audience rewarded her with applause. She stared at where spectator seats were supposed to be, hoping that Kevin was enjoying seeing her on the ring, and cheering her on. Even if Layla couldn't him she wished Kevin had already returned.

"As for the man whose balls you will be busting..."

Jane pulled the cloth off the closest of the figures in the middle of the ring. The man was wide and heavy, he had curly dark hair and stubble. His arms were tied behind the wooden pole. A pair of heavy balls rested in a sack between his thighs.

"His name's Asher," Jane said. "Really nice set of targets for our Layla, don't you think?"

The audience cheered. Asher tried to move, but the restraints and heavy rack didn't let him. Hannibal Lecter style mask covered lower part of his face, so only a muffled noise could come through.

"Contestant two - row four, seat four!"

A gleeful shriek resounded from the seats. An asian girl with a round doll-like face almost jumped on the ring. She had a determined expression on her face, as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. She was wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt, her hair was tied in a ponytail.

"Tell us about yourself!" Jane asked.

"My name is Yuma."

Yuma had an accent, and when she spoke, she used choppy phrases that she pronounced in a mechanical fashion, like someone whose native language wasn't English.

"You are not from around here?"

"No. I tourist! Friends invite!"

Yuma pointed her finger in the direction of spectator seats.

"You have nice friends! Let's take a look at your victim."

Jane pulled the cover off the second figure. Just like Asher, this man was tied to a wooden rack. Despite the facemask, spiky, blond hair and the athletic physique was strangely familiar. Layla stared in astonishment. It was Kevin!

"Wait a second!" Layla intervened. "Stop the contest! There has been a mistake..."

Jane's eyes, suddenly serious, pierced Layla.

"There is no mistake, honey. Last time you two were here Kevin was secretly filming. Didn't you know? Well, we take our security seriously."

Layla covered her face with hands. Kevin was such an idiot! Why only she had to fall in love with him? Now his balls, hanging in an almost hairless sack between his legs, were in incredible danger.

"His name is Kevin! Yuma, what do you think about Kevin!"

"Yes! So cute! Blonde!"

"Is that so, you like blond men? You will have to..."

"I crush his balls!" her voice almost broke.

Yuma showed two-finger victory gesture. The audience erupted with laughter and cheers. They liked Yuma a lot.

"We might have faked the draw a little bit, but the contest is real! Who will win?" Jane announced. "Will Layla save Kevin's balls? Or will Yuma make her find another boyfriend?"

The audience cheered. The cheers multiplied tenfold when she pointed at Yuma. Layla was astonished. She couldn't believe that Yuma already was crowd favourite.

"Undress, ladies. You can keep the shoes."

Hesitantly Layla started to undress. She had dressed nicely for this night in the fight club. Who knew she would have to struggle to save her boyfriends testicles, and their future as a couple. Layla removed her dress and underwear, left her socks and shoes on, as instructed. She stood there awkwardly, naked under many eyes, unsure where to put her arms.

Yuma, on the other hand, didn't have any hesitation to undress. She tore off her clothes and dropped them in a pile. Now Yuma was naked, wearing only her sneakers. She had firm boobs with brown nipples and a completely shaved pussy, and she gladly exhibited her body to the crowd.

"The rules are simple! Only kicks are allowed. Kick on my command, extra kicks or punches are not allowed."

Yuma showed victory sign to the audience and stuck out her tongue. She clearly loved the crowd's attention. Not only she got to see somebody's nuts be destroyed, but now she got to kick Kevin's nuts to mush - and all of that for free. She was enjoying this too much.

"You boyfriend, no balls!" Yuma pointed her finger at Layla.

Layla left her without reply.

"What a little psycho!" she thought.

Layla had a more complicated task - she had to save Kevin's nuts. They were having plans for children, for future together... To do that, she had to destroy Asher's testicles. Layla thought about her options. Her shoes had round toes. Would it be better, if the toes were pointy? The shape would more aerodynamic, impact more painful, but likely would cause the testicle easily slip away. She had to crush Asher's nuts fast. Her round toes were perfect. Yuma had white sneakers, much softer than Layla's leather shoes. Lucky for her and Kevin.

"All right, girls, get in your positions," Jane said. "Kick on my command."

She was devouring both contestants with her eyes. Layla and Yuma faced their respective men.

"Kick one!"

Yuma kicked without hesitation, with an energy as if she wanted to send Kevin's nuts directly to the moon. She followed her kick with a high-pitched "Hyea!" sound. Her white sneaker smashed Kevin's ballsack flat, making him tremble from pain. Layla hesitated and kicked a second later, and the toe of the shoe crashed into Asher's balls. Feeling her foot impact testicles felt weird, different from how she imagined it. That was rather weak kick. She just wasn't used to smash testicles. Layla realised, she needed to put much more force into her kicks, if she wanted to cause real damage to Asher's nuts.

"Kick two!"

Jane wasn't going to give any time to contemplate between kicks. Layla banished any mercy from her heart and kicked with full force. Asher's ballsack jumped up, and his whole body shaked. Yuma flattened Kevin's unfortunate nutsack again. Every kick was accompanied with audience cheers.

"Kick three!"

Yuma and Layla's feet smashed their targets at the same time. Both men squealed under their masks, as their balls were crushed between their legs. Layla already felt short of breath. Men's testicles were much harder target than she imagined before. She looked at Yuma, who didn't look tired at all. Yuma was as full of energy, gleeful at the prospect of destroying Layla's boyfriend's nuts.

"Kick four!"

Both women kicked again. Asher had his nuts driven into pelvis by the round toe of Layla's shoe.

"Come on, burst!" Layla thought. "How much do I have to damage them before that happens?"

Yuma sent Kevin's ballsack jumping, almost tearing it off his body. Kevin's precious babymakers were bruised.

"Kick five!"

Layla realised she was seeing the world through a blur. Her eyes were wet. She kicked almost without seeing her target, in the direction where Asher's testicles should be. Judging by the feeling of the impact, she didn't miss her pair of balls. She noticed Kevin twitch in his restrains, reeling from Yuma's fifth kick into his battered testicles.

"Let's take a break!" Jane said. "It's time to assess the damage, and our contestants need to catch some breath!"

Layla crouched down. Kicking nuts was a hard labour. Unsurprisingly the women who fought men on the arena were professionals. Both men were sweaty and hurting. If not for their restraints that held them at the wooden racks, they would have both collapsed on the ground. Their ballsacks were red, turning darker and swelling with any second.

Jane walked to Kevin. She grabbed Kevin's balls and probed them with her thumb. Muffled scream came out of Kevin's mask, and he weakly thrashed his body.

"Kevin still has two whole balls. For now."

Sombody in the audience whistled and booed. Layla wiped tears off her face.

"I will save your balls, you dummy," she whispered.

Jane walked to Asher and grabbed his ballsack.

"Both Asher's balls are still there!" she said. "Our contestants still have some work to do!"

Many voices cheered.

"Yuma! Yuma! Yuma!" somebody chanted.

Yuma was standing with her hands on her hips, and made silly faces for at fans. Layla couldn't believe the audience wanted her to win. Nobody chanted Layla's name. The tourist girl really had became the crowd's favourite, and they really wanted to see her destroy Kevin's balls. Jane pointed microphone at her.

"Now, Yuma, do you think Kevin and Layla are a sweet couple?

"I crush nuts!" Yuma yelled. "No nuts for him!"

She made victory sign with both hands, which made the audience cheer even more.

"How can she be so mean and so cute at the same time?" Layla thought.

Sweat was glistening below Yuma's armpits and her sides. The toes of Yuma's white sneakers were pink, with the color darkening near the tip. Overall they were covered with tiny droplets of red blood. Layla stood up. Her own shoes were covered with Asher's sweat. Tiny amount of blood had seeped through the bruises on his swollen ballbag, and painted the toes of her green shoes darker. Jane extended the microphone to Layla.

"How does your tactics change, seeing the determination of your opponent and our audience's desire to see your boyfriend lose his balls tonight?" she asked.

"Um, I don't know. All I can do is kick," Layla replied short of breath.

"Just keep the positive attitude, honey!"

Jane slapped Layla on the ass.

"Time to get ready, ladies!"

Yuma and Layla took their places. Layla needed to win soon. She knew Kevin won't be able to survive many more attacks from Yuma. That meant Asher deserved no mercy. He was hanging in his restraints, his nutsack swollen twice as big. Now the sack was shining red, with surface of the skin smooth and glistening in the arena lights. Realisation that her kicks had made difference gave Layla hope. She just needed to hit them couple more times and they would rupture one after another.

"Get ready! Kick six!"

She kicked, putting all her force into the tip of ther foot. Asher's round balls compressed and instantly regained their shape. Meanwhile Kevin, let out a muffled scream through his mask. Toe of Yuma's sneaker had hurt him really good. Layla gasped.

"Oh boy, it looks like something happened to Kevin's balls," Jane said.

She went to check. Kevin's chest was rising in short, convulsion-like breaths. The symmetry of his sack was ruined, as one side sagged lower than the other. As Jane's hand sqeezed his bruised ballsack, he let out another muffled scream.

"It looks like Kevin's left testicle has split in two - from the bottom up!"

The audience broke out in huge ovations. Yuma raised her arms in victory dance.

"Yes! Win!" Yuma shouted.

"Not yet, darling! You have to crush them both! Back to your positions, ladies."

Layla's heart raced. That heartless little brat had already made Kevin half of the man he used to be! She couldn't believe it. All while she had been crushing her toes into Asher's nuts repeatedly without results. The lower halves of his testicles should be tenderized to the point of bursting - she just needed one lucky kick.

"Yuma! Yuma! Yuma!" audience chanted.

"Kick seven!"

Yuma was sure of her victory. She kicked Kevin's shapeless sack, driving the mess of his left testicle into the still whole remaining right one, with all her force. Layla put all her desperation into her kick. Asher's nuts squished once again, but now the impact left a crater where previously round surface of Asher's bloated ballsack had been. His breaths were sporadic as if he was drowning.

"Hold on everybody," Jane said. "Every kick deserves a check."

She inspected Asher's balls.

"Asher's right testicle is crushed flat!"

Layla raised ther hands. She was half-way to victory. There was some applause from the audience, but also some boos. Jane checked Kevin. His right nut was still holding, while the remains of the left had been crushed even further.

"This could be it, everybody! Kick eight!"

Asher's eyes were pleading with Layla to spare him. She aimed at his left nut.

"I'm sorry, Asher," she thought.

The impact left a good feeling. Something burst under her toe. Asher's body shook and his head hung down. Simultaineously Yuma's kick crushed into Kevin's still somehow surviving ball.

"I have a good feeling about it!" Jane said.

She checked Asher's ballsack. Her fingers massaged the deformed flesh for a minute. Finally, her hand raised smashed ballsack for the audience to see.

"Asher is done for! Layla had succeeded in castrating this man!"

The crowd made noise, comprised of boos and cheers. Jane went to Kevin, and probed his testicles. Layla felt tired. She couldn't wait to hear the outcome.

"It must be a miracle! Kevin still has his right ball!" eventually Jane said.

Layla breathed again in relief, meanwhile the audience booed. The viewers were not happy that Yuma lost.

"The winner is Layla! She has saved Kevin's remaining testicle!"

Yuma emitted a screeching sound.

"I win!" Yuma shouted. "I crush!"

She lunged at Kevin, but Jane reacted faster. She jumped in front of Yuma and wrapped her hands around her, lifted the angry girl from the ground and carried her further away from Kevin.

"Come on, darling. We have rules here!"

"I! Crush! Nuts! You! No! Balls!" Yuma kept shouting over Jane's shoulder.

After Jane somehow had managed to calm Yuma down, she returned to the ring.

"I'm sure Yuma remains the winner in many hearts!"

Yuma stood near the corner of the ring, pouting, while the crowd kept chanting her name. Jane went back to Layla, who was trying to take the mask off Kevin's face. She hugged Layla and kissed her on the cheek.

"Congratulations, dear. You can have your stupid boyfriend back."

Jane turned to the audience.

"And with that, tonights event is over!"