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Sheila and Matt had keys to the gym, and late at night nobody saw us enter. Sheila giggled at my boner as I pulled my jeans and underwear off. I pulled on the loose fitting silk shorts, and admired Matt’s build as he stripped as well. Matt and I were into boxing and ballbusting, and his girlfriend loved to watch. Before pulling up his boxing shorts, he stopped to put on a jockstrap and cup. I was swinging loose in my silk boxers, with a half hard dick tenting the front. Sheila said I looked hot, and grabbed my semi stiff meat through my boxers. She was always flirting heavily with me, and I think Matt enjoyed watching. “I’m going to give the winner a blowjob,” said Sheila unexpectedly. She turned to Matt, “that’s alright, isn’t it?” We all knew I was the better boxer, but still Matt nodded and smiled confidently, winking at me as he climbed into the ring. I walked around the other side and entered to face him. I was almost as scared as I was sexually exited about getting my balls “busted” in the ring. My lack of a cup and our agreement to allow dirty punches would put this match in his favor. Sheila rang the bell, and Matt and I approached each other with gloves raised. I threw a few jabs at him, and he blocked and circled. I threw a combination, getting a good punch in to his stomach. Matt ducked down and as I went to deliver an uppercut to his jaw, he bobbed to the side and threw a low punch. I was expecting this, and twisted my hips sideways, taking a glancing blow off the inside of my right thigh. I pivoted back and landed a square hit to his face, but before I could land follow-up punches, he tied me up in a clinch. There was no ref, and no real rules, so I tried my hardest to free up an arm to punch him as he pushed me back into the ropes. He landed a close-in punch to my stomach that didn’t really have much behind it, but a second punch landed lower right below my beltline and I knew it was a matter of time before he got my balls if I didn’t break out of this. With a tremendous struggle, I was able to push him back enough that I could pop him with a right cross to the face. That opened him up for more, and I was dropping big bombs on him as he tried to dodge and cover. I could already picture Sheila kneeling before me bobbing her head while Matt had to stand and watch through a black eye as I gave his girlfriend a protein lunch. As I landed another devastating punch to his jaw, I could see her lips separating from my cock with a long white string of goo hanging between. No sooner did the image go through my head then Matt landed a punch to my nuts. It wasn’t a devastating uppercut or anything like that, but it sure got my attention. As soon as my hands dropped, he connected a solid hit to my jaw, followed by another. The disorienting blows helped take the edge off the dull pain creeping up from my balls into my guts, and when I raised my hands to defend myself, he was ready with another low blow. This one hit hard, the padding of his glove making an audible “THUCK” against my silk boxers as it mercilessly hammered the soft male parts hanging vulnerably there. Amazingly, I was still standing, and Matt and I looked at each other in disbelief. A second later, my legs buckled without warning in a delayed response. I collapsed to the mat and curled into a ball, unable to breathe as the pain in my balls squeezed my throat closed. I heard Sheila above me counting, but there was no way I could get up, not for a long time. It was all I could do to keep from puking. “…nine, TEN! We have a winner!!” Sheila said excitedly. She got off on ball busting as much as Matt and I did, and this was a good show for her. As I lay there wheezing in agony, she dropped to her knees before Matt to keep her promise. While I normally enjoyed watching such activities, my attention drifted between the blowjob and the wretched painful torture devices my balls had become. The only sounds in the whole gym were my pitiful groaning and the rhythmic wet sucking sounds. Soon, Matt started groaning as well, and it sounded like a threesome until his groaning surpassed mine and became more urgent. Sheila began slapping his balls with her open palm, harder each time until he doubled over slightly and let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure. She choked a few times, and then Matt’s groans died down into a contented sigh. “Mmmmmm,” said Sheila, turning and giving me a wicked smile. She hadn’t wasted a drop. “I say next time, NEITHER of you wears a cup.” Matt and I exchanged glances and he smiled and nodded. “Bring your appetite,” I managed to croak to Sheila. |