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“So are you up for this?” asked Matt between bites of his French Dip. “Oh, yeah!” I said, “I just hope YOU’RE ready.” I looked at Matt’s girlfriend sitting next to him. “And you too, Sheila.” “Either way, I win,” she said with a lustful sparkle in her eyes. Last time Matt and I got in the boxing ring, Sheila made it a contest by offering to give the winner a blowjob. Matt wore a cup and I didn’t, and I ended up on the mat curled into a ball while he emptied his down her throat just a few feet away from me. I was anxious to return the favor. I decided to taunt Matt a little; “Ok, so if you’re not going to wear a cup either, what’s the handicap? You know I’ll smoke you in a fair match.” Matt bristled for a moment, then seemed to consider my callous remark. We both knew I was the better fighter. “I have an idea,” said Sheila, a wry smile spreading across her pretty face. “What?” Matt and I both said at the same time. “Well, for one Ted can fight completely naked.” The young couple in the booth next to us suddenly stopped talking, and looked over at Sheila. She continued talking, “You know, with everything out there swinging around in the open, they’re an easier target.” The young couple in the next booth went back to eating, but they were listening intently. “Two, I can bring my foam practice nunchaku with me tonight and hover around in the ring to keep Ted distracted by giving occasional hits to his targets of opportunity.” I had an ear to ear grin now, not just from the idea of being busted by both Matt and his girlfriend at the same time, but also because of the priceless look on the faces of the young couple eavesdropping on us from the other table. By 11:00pm, I was sweating with excitement. Matt got us in the gym through the back door with his copy of the key, and once again we had the whole place to ourselves to practice our depravity. Sheila watched me with hungry eyes as I undressed in the locker room and I imagined her lips wrapped around my member sucking me dry. When I get a girlfriend, I want to try an open relationship too. Who knows; maybe Matt and I can swap girls every so often. The idea was perfect to me, but I’d have to sell that one… “You’ve got a bigger boner than last time,” chuckled Matt as he pulled his silk boxers up over his own semi-hard on. We were both into ball busting, and we were both also eager to receive Sheila’s winner’s reward. And Sheila was into all of the above. She brought out her practice chucks with a grin and handed them to me. They felt incredibly light and flimsy, basically two skinny plastic sticks covered with thick protective foam, corded together. I held out one arm and swung the free end hard over the top of my wrist. The foam covered plastic rod made a loud “bok” sound and bounced back off. It didn’t even hurt. “I don’t think you could stun a fly with these,” I said, handing them back to her. I spread my legs a little wider and crossed my arms expectantly. “That’s because you don’t know how to use them.” Sheila proceeded to whip them around like Bruce Lee, spinning the free end and passing it over her shoulder and behind her back. She swung an end up over her shoulder, caught it under her arm, and brought it up in an arc between my legs. It made a gentle “smack” sound as my balls absorbed the energy of the impact. “OOOF!” I grunted, doubling over and clutching my organs. It was a stinging hit, like a fast light slap of the hand. The pain was delicious! “Oh, he liked that demonstration,” said Matt. “Oooh, you’re right! Look at Mr. Happy!” cooed Sheila, pointing at my cock. It was harder than ever, and twitching eagerly. “Are you sure you can handle attacks from two directions?” Matt asked me as he put his boxing gloves on. “Do I look unhappy?” We all laughed, and Matt himself was pushing his boxers out with some swollen hose. “Ready?” asked Matt. “Yeah,” I turned to Sheila. “What does the winner get tonight?” I had planned on putting her on the spot at the last moment in the hopes that she’d offer even more than she had the first time. Sheila looked me over, her eyes lingering on my rock-hard boner. “How about…” she reached over and grabbed my throbbing dick. “I suck the winner off like last time, and then I get to bust the looser’s balls.” “Sounds good!” said Matt, climbing into the ring. Actually, I was hoping she’d offer to let me fuck her. I was going to ask Sheila for clarification, but she was climbing into the ring as well, so I walked around to my corner and followed. “Ok, let’s see a good dirty fight here, gentlemen!” said Sheila with a giggle. Matt raised his gloves and approached me, while Sheila held back near her corner idly swinging one end of her nunchaku. She was going to play sniper. I raised my gloves, circling around to the right to keep Matt between me and Sheila. My hard cock wagged back and forth as I moved, but my balls were pulled up tightly against me from adrenaline. Matt and I exchanged a few jabs, but we were both taking it easier than the last fight, which had ended quickly in the first few minutes. I had to keep an eye on Sheila, and both mine and Matt’s organs were completely unprotected from powerful punches. As Matt and I mixed it up a bit heavier, I suddenly noticed that Sheila was no longer at her corner. Matt took that moment of distraction to land a heavy right to my jaw. Suddenly attacks seemed to be coming in from all directions. Heavy, bruising punches to my stomach and face alternated with light stinging foam nunchaku slaps against the front of my thighs, abdomen, and one that clipped my dick. The hits were really stinging, even those on my thighs – she was hitting harder than she did in the locker room. I managed to circle away from Sheila and mount a counter offensive on Matt, and the fight carried on back and forth this way. One of Matt’s low punches made a partial connection with my package, but the pain in my balls just gave me more adrenaline to fight back harder. I was saving my low blows for a good opening, so I kept it clean on my end. “Ok, take a rest, boys,” said Sheila. “You’re starting to look lame.” We rested in our corners, and I watched Sheila and Matt whispering back and forth to each other. They were working on a strategy to get me. Matt and I were both covered with sweat, but Sheila was still fresh. She had been mostly acting as Matt’s defense, coming in when he needed her. I wondered if she was going to get more aggressive. “Ok, round two!” she shouted and backed to the far corner. As I approached Matt, I could feel my balls bumping against my thighs. They were hanging low and loose now, which made them more vulnerable. The only thing to help was that I had lost my boner, and now my cock was draped over them offering just a bit of protection from Sheila’s weapon. I came on heavy, pouring on the aggression to throw Matt off his game. I quickly connected two solid jabs to his chin when my opening came as he brought both his gloves high to protect his face. I went south with a hard right to the front of his boxers. You can’t feel what you hit through a 16oz glove, but the way my fist hit, I knew I had gotten him good. “Ohhhhhh!!!!” Matt doubled over, bringing both his gloves down over his groin, and I hooked my arm and crouched to deliver an uppercut that would toss him on his back and into sleepyland. But I had lost track of Sheila. She had maneuvered behind me, and when I crouched for the uppercut, I had given her a clear shot of my low hanging balls from the rear. I can’t even describe the sound it made, because my brain didn’t register it. All I know is that as I went into a crouch, I felt a breeze on the inside of my thighs and thought, “that’s not good!” The swinging foam stick hit my balls and cock together with a skin stinging impact that launched my organs upwards. My cock flopped against my belly and back down while my testicles bounced around chaotically, colliding with each other and rebounding within their sack. Needless to say, I never did launch that finishing uppercut. Instead, my legs straightened in a reflex to escape the hit from below, and then I went back down landing on my knees as my brain caught up to the rude reality of the present. I could hear Sheila counting above me and as I struggled to stand back up, the in my balls seemed to radiate down my thighs, paralyzing my leg muscles. “…five… six… seven!” Through pure willpower that had more to do with ego than desire for Sheila’s reward, I forced my rickety legs to lift me back to my feet, though I still couldn’t stand straight. “nine!” “I’m ready,” I huffed, holding my gloves up while still bent forward in a partial bow. “Okay,” said Sheila, “He’s back! –Sort of.” Matt made quick work of me, and punched me back into the ropes. Sheila’s nunchaku slapped across my thighs from the side as Matt landed a heavy punch to my stomach, and as my gloves dropped, he connected with a good left hook that seemed to slow down time. But only for me. He was still on the attack, and my defenses were just a half step behind his attacks. He slipped a low jab through to my already aching nuts, and I collapsed to the floor like all the bones in my body had suddenly dissolved. I tapped the floor three times in submission so Sheila wouldn’t have to waste her time counting. I wasn’t going to be able to stand for a few minutes. “That was so HOT!” cried Sheila, “GOD, that makes me horny!” She dropped to her knees and pulled Matt’s boxers down and wrapped her mouth hungrily around his sweaty cock. Once again, I was curled up in the fetal position with my balls leaking pain and nausea into my guts while Sheila gave head to Matt within an arm’s reach of where I lay. Matt’s dick had grown to almost full length when Sheila suddenly pulled her mouth off and turned to me. “I almost forgot; I get to bust your balls!” “Oh, god,” I muttered. “Can’t you finish off Matt first?” “No! I want to do it now!” “A bet’s a bet,” said Matt, who I thought would be more interested in getting her warm mouth back on his abandoned wet dick. “Get him ready,” said Sheila, climbing out of the ring. “Sorry, ol’ buddy,” Matt lifted me into a sitting position. I groaned in protest, but didn’t resist. He lifted my right hand above my head, and Sheila grabbed it from outside the ring and began tying my wrist to the corner post. “Hey, hold on here!” I groaned, “there was no talk about ropes!” “Oh, take it like a man,” said Sheila from behind me as Matt brought my other hand up over my head to be tied. “I AM a man! That’s the problem,” I said, and Matt chuckled. I protested a little stronger as they pulled my legs apart and tied them to the ring ropes, but I was in no position to offer much resistance. As he helped Sheila tie my left ankle, I noticed his erection hadn’t gone down, but was instead pointing up rock hard. I thought that was odd, and for the first time I felt a twinge of fear. *To be continued * If you have any comments or feedback, contact me at kingluisiv@hotmail.com |