In Submission

All characters 18+ and consenting

Tags; Ballbusting, BB wrestling, light SPH, hands-free orgasm, Femdom.

***

I wipe the sweat of my tanned forehead. A puff of air escapes my mouth as I grasp at the thought of emptying lungs, trying desperately to keep breathing. I feel his hand fall into position, his body fully secured behind my back.

Helpless and panicked I feel the other arm hiss around my neck, connecting with frightening speed to the other. The squeeze begins, my already tired lungs cough deeply, like a car backfiring as the engine finally gives way. My head feels beyond constricted, like a balloon about to burst. Against my inner monologue and dire need to tough it out, I reach behind me.

With a quick rattle, I tap upon his forearm thrice. Instantly, the pressure is removed, the jaws of unlife removed and the siren kiss of oxygen passionately enters my mouth and nose. With a gaping breath I feel a encouraging pat on my back;

“Better luck next time Eddie.” Vic says, my training partner and best friend.

I place a hand on my sore neck as airflow returns to normal. Giving a near embarrassed smirk I push myself up to standing, the gym mats slimy with sweat.

“You’re a good grappler Ed, but you gotta work on getting out of the holds, here I’ll show you.” Vic says gesturing me to join him, his kneeling body still dripping with sweat. It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing MMA practice all day, even harder to believe that each sparing session has ended the same way.

I get back down onto the mat, my breath finally caught, as I kneel I feel Eddie grab me as he calmly and effortlessly explains the motions, signalling what to do at the different intervals, what to watch out for. He pulls me back, only this time gently into him, his arms returning to their place around my neck;

“See it’s from here that you have to watch not only my arms but my legs. The choke is only properly executed if all parts are engaged.” He says gesturing to how to properly engage the choke.

As I take a mental note of the position, we switch positions. I find myself now trying to replicate his movements, breaking them down into smaller parts of a larger whole. Before I can complete the steps I hear a familiar giggle;

“Careful with the choke Eddie he may just like it!” Calls a delicate, feminine voice.

My eyes dart up, catching the goddess-like imagery of Haylie, Vic’s sister standing in the doorway to their shed turned gym. The afternoon sun catches her glossy & radiant skin, highlighting the sensual curves of her athletic body.

A tennis player and a good one too, Haylie’s blonde hair is in a messy bun, a racket hangs lazily from her hand, a short off-white tennis skirt barely contains her thick, juicy thighs and curvaceous ass. Her navy blue tennis top is sleeveless, exposing her toned, sexy arms. The top like a fitted sheet upon her, gripping her supple and gorgeous torso exposing just enough of her midriff to allow the mind to wonder for miles.

With yet another giggle she bounces on the balls of her feet, the jiggle so springy like her amazing calves were rocket propelled. With delicate steps she rhythmically enters into the repurposed gym room. Vic and I have both stood up now, in an attempt to greet her. I try to and likely fail at picking my jaw from the floor.

For a moment I close my eyes and push the lustful thoughts from my mind as her candy perfume hits my nostrils.

I can only hope my raised heart beat keeps the blood flowing around my body long enough for the Haylie to make the rounds, the slight twinge within my shorts as she takes another step both excites and scares me.

“Piss off Haylie, if you’re here to mock you ain’t welcome.” Vic said in a very brotherly manner, running a drenched hand through his thick mop of brown hair.

“I’m actually here to encourage you. Or more specifically, challenge you baby brother.” Haylie said teasingly, catching eyes with me and poking out her tongue ever so cheekily.

“Challenge me to tennis? You know that’s not my speed.” Vic said his arms firmly crossed. His baggy gym shorts and singlet like tissue paper, the slightest tug would destroy the fabric utterly exposing the rippling mass of muscle known as Vic.

“Oh no. I’ve been watching you two for…” Haylie paused, pondering how long to actively confess to watching the pair roll around together. “About five minutes I’d say. And I think I could get out of that hold.”

Vic couldn’t help but laugh. With a mighty bellow he roared, the laughter almost seemed painful, his midsection contorting, sides splitting.

“Oh yeah?” He finally said after his laughter subsided.

“And!” Haylie added emphatically, the jostle of her movement causing her large perky tits to bounce within their shirt confines.

“Not only will I get out of the hold. I’ll make you tap out.” She said, crossing her arms and dropping her racket, the challenge was set.

“You’ll what?” Vic said almost as if he didn’t catch a single word.

“I’ll. Make. You. Tap.” She said, mimicking a 1-2-3 tap with her own hands. At the end she cast me another rapid fire glance and winked slyly as if to tell me to keep my eyes peeled.

On bated breath I watched as Vic gestured for her to join him on the mat. I stepped aside and toward the corner of the room allowing now for the mats to become fully clear. As she bent down, Haylie raised her hand to signal a “pause”.

She began stretching, the movements almost over-exaggerated and very provocative. She stretched her hamstrings deeply, the bend so tight and taught her skirt lifted from the back allowing for a full back angle view of her glistening ass and the thin underwear that barely contained the luscious secret within.

Her body fat percentage was so low that every stretch showed an unruly amount of definition in muscles I didn’t even know existed.

Taking the same approach, Vic stretched although I scarcely noticed. Before long the two were limbered up and found themselves opposite each other on the mat.

“Count us in!” Vic called to me.

With deep and clear voice I yelled;

“Ding. Ding.”

****

The fight was on. Immediately Vic was on the offensive, lashing out like an uncaged tiger looking to hook his arms around her. Yet the sexy and sly Haylie was wily and managed to move just enough to avoid being manhandled. The grab attempts for more and more desperate as Haylie bobbed and weaved and rolled out of the way.

Finding herself now behind Vic, before he had time to react she closed the gap between them, sliding on her knees until she was flush up against his back, her head pressed against his ass. Before my eyes could click onto what had transpired Vic let out a bellowing cry, his legs wobbling as the upper parts of his body became like a creature of stone; immobilised.

With darting eyes I looked to piece together the scene as the wailing continued. Seeing now I noticed that Haylie’s toned arm had snaked its way up the gym shorts of Vic, her hand hidden behind the thinnest piece of mesh.

Suddenly, Vic attempted a roll, yet Haylie, ever quick on her feet grabbed the backside of his pants causing Vic to tumble to the floor, his shorts ripped down by the speed of his own escape attempt.

Then and there I saw, gripped inside her feminine vice were Vic’s balls. Haylie’s hand had clasped them like she did to many a tennis ball, her acrylic nails digging deep into all sides of the sack.

Vic’s face was almost as flush red as his ever reddening balls. The scene was beyond shocking at yet I couldn’t look away, a feeling of pure shock, awe and perhaps desire gripped me so boldly that I could only stand to watch.

“Let go. Let go. Let go!” Vic screeched, the squeeze strength was palpable as her knuckles whitened with intensity.

“Tap! Do it. Tap out.” Haylie replied with a cute giggle, almost in a sing-song manner.

Before she could finish her sentence Vic hands were both wailing against the floor in a flurry of slaps. Only after a solid 10 seconds of tapping out did Haylie finally release him.

With yet another giggle she stood above the broken man who lay clutching is sore bollocks. With a proud flex of her biceps and a pose of triumph for good measure, Haylie blew a proud waft of air across her fingers as if they were a smoking gun.

There proudly she stood as her eyes found mine. With a fast glance she looked down at my shorts and, to both our surprises I was full sail, practically bursting through the material my engorged cock stood eagerly awaiting her.

As Vic wallowed in his pain, his eyes so firmly sealed, Haylie blew me a kiss before looking down at her brother;

“Pathetic.” She said as she casually skipped away.

***

I wish I could say I stayed and helped Vic with his recovery but I didn’t. Besides he had practically pushed me out of the room before his pants were even up. I can only assume the embarrassment hurt even worse than the ball squeeze.

Ball squeeze. Ahh, just the words had my heart racing, my vision feeling blurry my cock feeling tingly and fastly firming. There was such a taboo nature to the feeling, even more so that it was my friends sister and even more so again that she did it to her own brother! Before I knew what I was doing I found myself up at the house, walking down the corridor to her room.

In what felt like a trance I knocked against the door, snapping out of it only mere seconds before she whipped it open. How beautiful she was up close, her glistening hazel eyes, soft light freckles adorning her sun-kissed skin, lips that screamed out to be kissed, a smile that felt more warm and inviting than your own home.

“Can I help you?” Haylie said casually, gesturing me to step inside.

As I did I turned to her, the door closing behind me.

“Where do you get off doing that to your own brother?” I asked genuinely curious.

“I just got SO sick and tired of hearing him belittle you. With his constant tips. I just thought someone had to, humble him you know?” She replied with a slight shrug, a cheery smile punctuating her sentence as she fell back onto her bed that had one too many pillows.

“It’s not right.” I said partially to get a rise out of her (it worked).

“I’ll tell you what’s not right!” Haylie said, jumping from the bed, a finger raised in aggravation.

As she came face to face with me I felt the pointed finger become one of gentle caress. As it touched my chest I felt the tingle of it slide ever so gently and slowly down my midsection;

“It’s not right that someone with cock like yours takes orders from someone with a cock like that. I mean, did you see how small it was?” Haylie said, stifling a giggle, a cute smile coming across her face as her tracing hand found the edge of my waistband.

“Don’t tell me you’re an ‘iddy biddy boy’ too?” Haylie’s continued, running the tips of her fingers of one hand under my waistband, while the other hand’s index and thumb made the tiniest gap between them.

I couldn’t speak, although I wanted to, in the presence of a powerful and sensual woman I found my voice lacking, my charismatic charm rendered to nothing more than head nods and shakes.

Biting her lip ever so slightly, her vocal tone lowered into those sultry sexy notes as she pressed me toward the door, pinning me between her and it, becoming the filling of her carnal desires.

“Wanna know something funny?” She said, pushing her head up against mine, her hot and steamy breath warming my neck as her words made my hair stand on end and my ears feel as though they were melting.

“What?” I replied, the words shivering with anticipation out of my mouth.

“I looked it up, pain to your balls actually increases testosterone. I think they called it testosterone training, in the video I watched.” Haylie answered, her face now mere millimetres from mine, less than an inch from a kiss but her sly smile seemed to keep her a thousand miles away.

“Is that right?” I said, trying my damnedest to attempt a suave voice.

“Increasing your test levels would be good for an up and coming fighter right?” Haylie asked, her perfume and natural musk dancing on the receptors within my nose as he eyes pierced mine intently.

I merely nodded.

“So how about we play a little game.” She said as she ravenously ripped down my shorts leaving my limp cock and dangling balls to hang out in the open.

I watched as Haylie began admiring my shaft, lifting the long but limp uncut man meat away with the occasional “accidental” stroke, to get a better look at the large round balls.

“I’ll give these big balls a bit of fun, and you hold out as long as you can okay?” She said with a uniquely evil softness

“Oh, I dunno.” I said my hesitation easily seen though as Haylie eyed my already twitching cock.

“Tell you what” she said now kneeling dead in front of me. “If you can last through this entire first circuit, I’ll show you my tits.” She finished gazing up at me as she pushed her two massive yet hidden breasts together.

Before I could argue my dick twitched. The steady firming of my cock forbid any excuse she would be willing to hear with a giggle Haylie merely said;

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

***

Haylie wasted no time. She pushed me flat against the sealed door, slapping my legs into the widest stance I had ever been in.

With a practiced precision she wrapped her sharply pointed fingers around my balls and yanked down hard. I let out a grunt, the pain was subtle and low, not crippling but definitely shocking.

She yanked them down again and again and again, each time pulling them down just a little farther for a little longer. Before long the tugging had turned into an all out war. I planted my feet hard as she pulled my ballsack away from my body with fiery tenacity, the stretch was a uniquely terribly sensual feeling, that was until she began to squeeze my nuts post pull.

First she’d run her hand around the ball within the sack, and upon finding it she’d grip it tightly. The left, then the right then both. The squeezes lasted for various lengths of time, the squeeze intensity itself pivoted on a dime; one second here, 12-seconds there.

The circuit changed again when the pulls and yanks and squeezes became entirely random and without any reprieve.

“Oh you’re doing so well! Look at how strong your big fat balls are!” Haylie said in a genuinely encouraging tone.

Without a shadow of a doubt I was hard now, my cock stiffened and stood to attention, her head crouched just below it, occasionally she’d rearrange her position and I’d feel a gust of her warm breath cascade against my eager cock.

The pain was both unbearable to have and to be without. Despite my own best interests my inner brain screeched out loud;

“More.”

“More what?” Haylie said with a cheeky squeeze.

“I can take more.” I said, panting both from pain and a racing heart, exhilarating feelings clogged up my brain, I was running on pure sexual impulse.

“Oh?” Haylie said releasing my balls but only for a moment.

For the next second I felt the slap of her hand against my sack, the stinging skin-on-skin pain made me jump. With a giggle and an encouraging hand she rubbed my inner leg to calm me into submission. As I steadied myself another hit came.

I was twitching even more now, with every passing slap the pain grew yet I could not dream of stopping.

After a quick and unexpected flurry of smacks and slaps my balls were red and sore to the touch yet she remained giddy and I remained flush with ecstasy, a deep feeling of unexplained pleasure and pain was building deep within me and I would not stop until it became whole.

With a flash she bolted up from the ground, the gymnast like jump causing her hair to come out, her boobs to giggle and her skirt to fling up momentarily. She placed her hands on my shoulders delicately and steadied herself in front of me.

“Okay this is the last part of the circuit are you ready?” She asked softly, her beautiful blonde hair framing her immaculate face.

Staring deeply into her eyes I nodded allowing her full control. Within a flash her knee connected hard and fast with my already aching balls, smashing them against my body, trapped against her knee.

I grunted and coughed all at the same time, the pain near debilitating. I slumped over slightly but with her powerful arms she held me firm, counterbalancing me as her knee retracted only to come up again.

The feeling of intense pleasure and pain, the cacophony of intensity was reaching its crescendo as a third and fourth knee smacked against my quickly swelling testicles.

“One more.” She said encouragingly.

The knee landed and with and defeated cry I let the pain consume me, my legs like jelly feeling free. Yet to my surprise she said yet again;

“One more.”

Smack with the knee.

“One more”

Smack went the knee

“One more.”

Smack.
Smack.
Smack.

“One more”

SMACK.

“Oh fuck” I said abruptly, the beyond orgasmic feeling overtook me so deeply and viscerally that I fell into a heap, like putty in her hands as my cock exploded hot white cum over her freshly ironed tennis gear.

Each spurt felt like a miracle, like a thousand sensory cells screaming in joy, a billion kisses. I couldn’t help it. The feeling was so intense I had lost the ability to stand or speak or even articulate my hands in such a way to grab my cock.

As if reading my mind, Haylie took my long stiff cock and stroked me quickly, her long, deep jerks near perfectly timed with my spurts, sending yet another dollop of my seed onto her.

In a matter of seconds it was over. I felt drained from head to toe, like my balls were emptied in full for the first time. As she released my cock I limply slid down the door toward the floor, allowing myself to be claimed in the post orgasm heavy breathing.

As I lay there recovering I hadn’t had the wherewithal to notice Haylie had ducked into her ensuite bathroom and back out.

Walking out now, she had stripped off her cum soaked clothes, her breasts out in the open air, their amazing perkiness nearly as captivating as the scarcely covered pussy that hid so naughtily behind her g string a feast for my eyes, a visual reward I was unsure I deserved.

Bending down to greet me with a smile Haylie caressed my face;

“If you want to take your training to the next level, you know where to find me.” She said half joking half serious.

“What video did you say that testosterone thing was from?” I asked my breathlessness still not subsided.

With her signature giggle Haylie smiles warmly placing the softer of kisses upon my lips; “a ballbusting porno.”