Muay Thai Training

“You are insane!” Raquel said to Jimmy.  She stared at the little dude with visible incredulity.  Raquel loomed over the small man, she was nearly 6’ of trained muscle and pain.  She chuckled to herself at his request.  The gym was empty, they were the last two in the building.

“I’m tougher than I look.” Protested Jimmy.  He was looking way up at the big fighter in Muay Thai gear.  Raquel was dressed in loose fitting shorts, a sports bra and wrapped wrists and ankles.  She has a good seven inches on him and was sweaty from her workout.  “I’m sure I can take a shot or two from you.” 

“Look, Jim, I appreciate your bravery, but I haven’t lost a fight in years and I make the boys cry when they have to hold the pads for me.” Raquel said, glancing down at the little man that she out weighed by 30lbs.  “If I use a knee strike to your nuts, they are going to pop.” 

Jim glanced up to meet her stare, his pads held in a ready position. “I haven’t cried when you sparred against me.”

Raquel blew out a breath.  “Sure, you do fine, even as I drive you across the mats.  It’s admirable, but it’s not a get out of jail free card.”  She idly slammed a round house kick into a bag, making it shake on the chain.  “There is a world of difference between my kicks blasting a pad and them smashing into your nads.  If I hit you with full force, they are going to explode under the impact.”   She flexed her massive quads to illustrate her point.  They were as thick as his head.

“My balls are tougher than the pads.” The little man complained, furious that she wouldn’t take him seriously.  “I’ll take your best shot and buy you a drink afterwards.” 

“Yeah, I get that you have a Napoleon complex, but I’m not hospitalizing one of the only people in the gym that will hold my pads without complaint.” She smiled at him; in a very patronizing way.

“That’s bullshit!” Jimmy pipped back at her.  "You're just worried that the Valkyrie reputation you hold so dear will take a hit when I laugh at you.”  He thrust out his chest.   “You couldn’t drop me with a dozen hits, never mind one.”

Raquel blew out a breath of pure exasperation and gave him a weary nod.  “Put up your pads.” She said quietly.  

Jimmy practically bounced on his toes and got into a ready position.  He pulled the hand guards into a high statement protecting his face.  “Don’t hold back” he told her.

Raquel threw a couple of hard jabs at his head, rocking the pads back into his face, then lashed out with a vicious knee strike, smashing into his groin.  Jimmy wasn’t wearing a cup and his testicles got flattened as they were pinned between her thigh and his pelvic bone.  Bad things happened as the little braggot found out about the limits of his body, vis a vie the huge, skilled warrior on the other side of the mats. 

The little guy flew up a few inches as Raquel’s knee drove into him, lifting him up by the now pancaked balls.  She popped him with a quick jab to the face before withdrawing her knee.  Jimmy went sprawling to the mat, landing flat on his back.  He was stunned, arms out wide, legs twitching.  He didn’t even see the taped up ankle and heel of the tall woman as she brought up her right leg and stomped down on his exposed groin.  

She blasted into his nuts, driving her heel down and once she felt the resistance of the mat under her, she leaned more body weight into it, pinning him down.  Jimmy let out a wail of agony, unable to maintain any kind of composure.  The bravado was gone from him, and in just seconds, she’d reduced him to a squealing child.  Raquel didn’t let up the pressure. 

She loomed over him, waiting till he looked her in the eyes.  “Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?” Jimmy just kept on screaming, shaking his head in denial, pain and shock.  Raquel gave him a sad little smile, but kept him in the brutal position. 

“Jim, I know about your little fetish. You aren't the first guy to try it with me.” She gave her heel a slow twist, grinding one of his nuts. “You are the most persistent though. Let's cure you of that.” 

Jimmy’s eyes widened in terror. “I'm good! I learned my lesson!” 

“What lesson?” She asked with a smirk.

“You are way stronger than me!” He squeaked. 

Raquel put a finger to the side of her cheek, pondering it for a moment. Then shrugged. “Wrong lesson, we both knew that already.” She increased the torque on his trapped left nut and savagely wrenched her foot, feeling a sudden pop and a release of tension as she ground into the mat below. 

Jimmy gave out a shuddering gasp and passed out as his testcle exploded. He sagged into a boneless heap. Raquel looked down at her handiwork. “The lesson is be careful what you wish for. You might just get it, good and proper.”