Tim takes the lead

The ref signals the start of the fight, and you are disappointed as Susan hangs back, allowing the man who cuckolded you to take charge. You feel a flush of anger and jealousy, a burning desire to avenge the psychological and emotional wounds inflicted on you by the heavy man in front of you.

Your body tenses with rage and you clench your fists as Tim sneers at you, sauntering toward you. You focus your rage, preparing to show Susan that she chose the wrong man—suddenly Tim surprises you and swings his heavy leg up hard, his boot smashing full **** between your legs!

You scream pathetically as your testicles are pulverized by the slow, brutally powerful kick, your body lifted a few inches off the ground. Tim’s boots hide a nasty surprise—a steel toe. The hard metal offers no give upon impact with the soft, tender flesh of your minuscule testicles. Your right gonad shatters upon impact, splattering gruesomely as it is utterly crushed between your pelvis and Tim’s steel toe. Your left testis absorbs slightly less ****, but still ruptures.

The single kick delivered by your most hated opponent nearly castrates you. The pain is unendurable, nausea exploding from your groin, nearly rendering you ****. You give an inhuman scream, then your eyes roll and you nearly pass out, crumpling onto the mat.

Susan inhales sharply at the sight of such primal dominance—her chosen Alpha male, large and powerful, completely emasculating the effeminate, thong-clad sissy beta male. She feels a powerful sexual arousal as her clitoris engorges, and cannot help rubbing herself through her panties.

Tim looks over at her and smiles. “Hell, this faggot is even weaker than I thought! One kick to his tiny nuts and he’s beaten. Want me to crack his eggs, baby?”

Susan’s eyes are slightly glazed as she quickly approaches sexual ecstasy. At the mention of further damaging your inferior sex, Susan feels a blast of lust and nearly climaxes. “Oh god, YES! I want you to break his little balls, baby!”

Tim gives a dark laugh and turns to you. You are curled up in a fetal position on the mat, your hands instinctively clutching your already ruined manhood. Tim growls and kicks you hard in the ribs, then in your face, knocking you sprawling onto your back, spread-eagle, blood trickling from your nose and lips.

You are stunned and helpless. Tim steps on the mushy remnants of your genitalia, his heavy boot crushing your agonized balls. You gasp and squeal, your hands feebly clawing at Tim’s foot. He grinds his heel down hard, crushing your small, defenseless testicles. The heavy treads of his work boots shred the thin spandex of your thong, exposing the tender pink flesh underneath. Your tiny penis, somehow still half hard, is torn and lacerated, enhancing your suffering.

Tim laughs and steps off your mangled privates. He then kneels and reaches down, his big meaty hand savagely grabbing your soft, meager genitalia. He gives a wicked chuckle as he feels the wreckage of your sex. He comments in a low voice, “Susan is all mine, faggot! I know she still thinks of you, boy. But she won’t after today!”

Your testicles, small, soft, utterly at Tim’s mercy, have no chance. He squeezes hard. Your right testicle, already shattered, liquifies with almost no effort. Your left testicle only lasts another couple of seconds in Tim’s powerful vice grip before it bursts with a terrible squelch.

Susan, watching with fascination while still deftly tickling her clit, has a powerful orgasm as she sees your naked, little pink nuts pop in Tim’s hand.

You scream in a soprano cry, a wail of unbearable suffering and profound mourning as you are unmanned, emotionally, psychologically, sexually, and physically by the bull who cuckolded you. Tim’s domination is complete and final.