Round 2

I approached her again as we started off another round. Again she took a step back at the start, but as I moved closer she seemed to stand her ground and wait for me. As I tried to grab her hands again, she started moving them away from me. We played that cat and mouse game for a few seconds before I caught her left hand and pulled her closer. Grabbing her other hand was a hard task as she twisted her body away from mine whenever I tried grabbing it. After a few seconds of this, I decided to switch tactics and just trip her. She fell to the ground and down there she wasn't able to twist away with as much freedom as before. Again I captured her arms and pinned them down to the mat. Another quick 10 count. Another round of ballbusting.

I stood up again and closed my eyes. As with last time, the first kick hit my dick. I was expecting her to keep missing my balls, and then I heard her move a step closer, and a second later she finally hit the target. I moaned loudly and bent down grabbing my sore balls but staying on my feet. opening my eyes, I saw Katie standing there with a look of shock, but also with an undercurrent of pride for finally doing it.

We got ready for round 3. It seemed like a simple formula. Take her down, pin her, get kicked in the nuts. I approached her again but this time she didn't take any steps back, as if she had gained confidence from the ballbusting. Still I was sure she was going to be easy to take down. This time however, she brought her hands up to meet mine, as if challenging me to a test of strength. I took it and started off taking it slow. Predictably, she couldn't push back at all. I just held her there, without much ****, until a few seconds later when I actually started giving 100%. That elicited a cute grunt from her as her arms strained from the pressure. It was too much for her and soon enough she was on her knees in front of me. I tried to push her back but I could feel some resistance on her part, as if she was now also giving her all. I didn't know whether this was because she started trying harder or because I was more worn out at this point, but without giving it my all I couldn't push her to her back. So I started increasing the pressure. Within a few seconds she was on her back with me pinning her arms. Same old story, same old struggles. The count went on till 9, but then she got her shoulder up. I rushed to push it back down but it was too late, Carla had restarted the count. I looked at Katie's face and saw a proud smile, she wasn't struggling anymore, presumably saving up her energy for upcoming rounds, content to know that she can successfully break up my pin if she tried. The count reached 9 again and this time she just stayed there unmoving.

This time the ballbusting was different. I had been waiting there, eyes closed, waiting for the kicks. But instead I heard footsteps. Could it be Carla ? My question would be answered soon enough as I felt 2 hands grabbing my shoulders, then 3 knees in quick succession hit my balls. I didn't even have any time to process the first 2 before the third one hit, and I immediately fell to one knee, caressing my aching balls before quickly rising back up to my feet.

For the first time I saw Katie maintain eye contact for more than 2 seconds. Not only that, but she seemed to be grinning now, more confident now than she was at the start, as if she had overcome doubt that she has a chance in this match. Or maybe she was uncomfortable with the idea of wrestling a bigger guy and is now getting more used to it as time goes on. Either way I knew that I didn't have many more rounds in me. The knees took their toll on me, especially considering that I got up immediately afterwards without giving myself time to rest.