divagations d'un punching-bag

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[heeldominance4life]

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

[fighterlondon-deactivated201703]

[athleticsupporter]

I’m sure my opponent and the ref were in on it together. The first two times he nailed me in the cup, a punch and then a brutal knee, he only got a warning, while I got a five-minute rest to nurse my poor balls. That second knee made them start to swell, but I refused to forfeit, knowing I’d lose the match if I couldn’t continue after the five minutes were up. The moment I returned, he landed a devastating reverse heel kick square on my cup. This time, it didn’t just hurt; it shattered the plastic and ruptured my left nut. The impact was so catastrophic that my body convulsed, and I involuntarily ejaculated into the shattered remains of my cup.  I lost a nut and the match, he lost a single point for the foul.

[higherarchic]

look runt, my forearms are bigger than your biceps. but my big buddy here, even his wrists are bigger than your biceps. and he loves tossing guys like you around for fun. let’s see how far he can throw you. hahaha. don’t worry little man. you’re handsome, so he might keep you around

[justinpoi-blog1]

"So i guess you're going to be the fourth twink who's going to wrestle with me today. I love to overpower cute boys like yourself. Beware, it's not because my arms are ten times the size of yours that i'm gonna be easy on you. I love being rough."

[wrestlingbeatdowns]

[higherarchic]

it’s what he wants. when he wants it. if he has to speak it’s already too late for you, loser. that smear says your time is up

[biballn]

You already know how brutal he can be. The sickening thoughts of the way he unleashed his powerful muscles on your body still haunts you. Your bones hardly recovered months after, but your right ball is gone forever. You know how he would happily end your left one if you don't serve him right another time.

[bogatyrs]

[biballn]

3 sexy men who want to play with you? One of your dreams became true, you rush to their vacation house in the middle of nowhere without a second thought. So you became their training toy, aggressively wrestling you, your bones and joints last a few rounds before giving in. They put back in place what they could and tied you in the field, then practice penalty on your balls. Your soft balls didn't stand a chance. Then they use you as they target to train aiming with all sorts of stuffs, balls, weights, for too long to tell.

[closedfistfacepunch-deactivated]

[gentlemanmuscle11]

[biballn]

He promised, if you take one round of his training as his punching bag, he will take off the shirt. He went savage on you, you almost fainted after the fourth broken rib, but it was the 'pop' of your left ball that put you out cold. Allowing you only to dream of what's under the shirt.

[addicted2boyz]

So you wanna be a wrestler huh?

[biballn]

This tagteam is known as the nutcrackers. This newbi didn't know that. He was lucky enough not to end up neutered, but his pain lasted for days, questioning his decision to become a wrestler.

[megamusclefan]

"Bro, I already said there's no escape"

Just as he says that, the smaller guy's arms lose their grip and his chest SLAMS into his.

"nnggg," a slight squirt of pre leaks into his tight singlet bulge, "fuck man, did something just crack?" he'd usually let go, but he feels so damn powerful right now, he just keeps on squeezing.

"you already knew I outweigh you, and you know noone has ever got free from my bearhug until I WANT them to." he takes a deep breath in and clutches tighter around the bending ribcage.

"you struggled and fought so well that you got me all hot and bothered. And feeling that little crack just then felt WAY too good... So good that it made me think: how much longer until I bust a nut."

"haha, yeah, keep struggling! Fuuuck that's another crack!"

[megamusclefan]

It's not until he tore through his hoodie that you'd realised you'd picked the wrong person to start a fight with. Once punch was all it took to break your jaw and knock you out cold.

Unfortunately, he's not done with you yet, he decided to use you as a a warning to all others who may think about crossing him. And even more unfortunately for you, you regained consciousness moments before he folded your body over his mountainous neck and shoulders, brutally snapping your spine.

Barely alive and he is STILL not finished. In your broken state, your legs swing lifelessly as he lifts you into a bearhug. Your agonised shouts only encourage him to squeeze you harder, snuffing you out in a cacophony of snapping bones as he utterly flattens your upper body.

[jobbercomics]

easy busting.

[biballn]

He likes to put is ball in display, inviting some burst. But you didn't know he got balls of steel. He used your blow as an excuse to unleash his sadism on you. His rock hard muscles put you in so much pain. But the worst was how he treated your balls as red iron, smashing them like a blacksmith at work. The pain is so excruciating, you don't know if your ball will become balls of steel like him or are already turned into mashed potatoes.

[miami76]

[arkendale]

He was always a little shorter than other guys. But that just drove him to work harder, train longer, and focus more than his taller brethren.

But it didn’t matter.

The thugs who ambushed him didn’t fight fair. They outnumbered him. They attacked his weakest point: his full-sized equipment that looked all the more impressive on his shorter body. No amount of work or strength makes a man’s 🥜 any more protected or any less sensitive. So as they kept striking that lycra-clad bulge, the agony drilled ever deeper into his soul. The same material that gave his boys support now kept them easy targets for the gang’s kicks, punches and bats.

In his soul-crushing pain, his mind raced. He though of his beautiful wife & their many nights of love. They were just starting to try to have kids. He remembered the first time she held his jewels as she admired his masculine body - their alternating moans of delight as they explored one another’s bodies. He had always wanted to be a dad.

As a hard kick landed in between his muscular legs a harsh “Pop” and snapped his mind into the cruel horrible present as his right nut began to lose integrity. Oh God this couldn’t be happening! Another strike.

SPLURT!

A profound emptiness accompanied his loss. He would never have kids. Never make love again as a real man.

CRUNCH!

There goes lefty too.

They let him collapse.

He curls into the fetal position, gently clutching his ruined jewels. All of his muscles useless as his manhood.

He would pull this picture out in later years and see that lovely masculine bulge. That held his manhood. That once held his hopes for fatherhood. That was gone forever.

The photo’s edges were curled by the wetness of his tears as he mourned his loss.

[bodybuildersshaveyourheads-deac]

[biballn]

Yes, I just crack your left ball and few ribs with my bare hands. Now I'm gonna use my long time friend to end your last ball, and break some more bones. Let's play my friend.

[spandextopgay]

[biballn]

Yeah jobber, you like your strong heel. Once this session will be done you will be filled with pain, tears and my cum. Enjoy the pleasure while you still can.

[faggotasian]

Punching Bag

“There’s my little punching fagbag! Wow. All of the bruises I leave on you almost make you look tough. See, it isn’t all bad. Now that you’re back, go lock the doors and bring in the handcuffs. Don’t forget the mouth gag either. Did you just tell me no? I don’t care if you’re still in pain from last week. Since you wanna talk back, I won’t be so kind to use the boxing gloves this week. Bring me the brass knuckles. Now fag.”