You go for his junk again

You start to get up, and as soon as your hand is free you take a swing at his junk yet again, he grabs your arm with his gloved hand.

"Did you learn nothing mijo?"

He pulls you towards him back down on the ground, and lets go. He walks over to your side, and kicks you over till your lying on your back, and then you watch as the balls you've been cradling, along with your hands get crunched under his boots. You let out another scream that turns to moans of agony. You see through pained eyes his pleased grin, and small wet spot in his shorts right where the tip of his cock is.

"You know you should try to be less predictable," He teases while putting more of his weight on the foot that is crushing your manhood. The pain grows in intensity as you squirm trying to escape the latino.

"Where are you going amigo?" His other foot leaves the ground, and both are now planted firmly on your manhood. You scream as the pain in your stomach is enough to make you throw up. You've had enough, you can't take any more of this. Mercifully you hear the bell ding signifying the round is over.

He steps off of your swollen sack, and paces around you "Congratulations on your new position as the gym's punching bag mijo! We will be seeing a lot more of each other very soon~"