Mixed wrestling, ballbusting, 160 pictures 1920x1080 (FullHD), completely CFNM, no blood.

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Brad left the dressing room and met up with his manager Linda in the hallway.

He didn't like her in the room when he was changing.

Her professionalism and clothing were intimidating.

Today she was wearing a with blouse, black skirt and boots.

By contrast he was in his wrestling trunks which seemed to be a little tighter each time he put them on.

"There's been a last minute change." She told Brad as they walked to the ring. "Your opponent missed his flight and won't get here on time."

"Well. that's not my problem. We still get paid. Right?" said Brad

"Your still going to have to earn it." She replied. "There was no time but they did get a high school senior to fill in."

Brad was stunned. This was crazy. they must have been desperate.

Just then, they arrived at the ring. His opponent was in the opposite corner facing away, still wearing a robe.

Brad stepped through the ropes and approached the referee. She was a beautiful young blonde.

Brad sucked in his gut and shook her hand.

Just then his opponent took off the robe and approached the centre of the ring.

It was this tiny girl with these beautiful big eyes.

"What is she? Twelve?!" Brad said to the ref. "I can't fight a girl!"

"She's eighteen!" answered the referee curtly. "And you better watch out for her. She has never lost a match in high school, both male and female. She starts university next fall. In the meantime, she's going to help us out tonight."

She came up and shook his hand. "Hi Brad. I'm Leah. I never fought in front of such a large crowd before."

"Don't worry kid. You won't be out here long." replied Brad.

She just smiled and walked back to her corner. Her quiet confidence unnerved Brad a little.

The microphone dropped down from the ceiling and the ref grabbed it.

"This is a 30 minute NHB contest. Most submissions wins" Then she introduced the wrestlers and the bell rang.

Brad turned to his manager who was behind the ropes in his corner "What's this about a no holds barred fight?"

Linda replied "I'll look up tonight's contract. I don't think that's what we agreed to...." She stopped mid sentence.

Leah had used Brad's momentary distraction with Linda to launch her attack.

Leah ran up from behind Brad and pulled down his trunks. He fell forward onto his knees. She forcibly yanked them all the way off and threw them into the crowd.

The ref just stood there stunned. Brad was mortified. Linda shouted to the referee "What's this? You not going to stop it?!"

The ref just said "It's 'no holds barred'. It is technically allowed. Although there is a gentlemen's' agreement not to do it."

"Well I'm no gentleman!" shouted Leah. "How else am I supposed to fight this big lumbering moose?"

Brad was facing Linda on his knees. He started to get up but Leah pounced on his back and laced her fingers over his face. Then she clamped her little wrestling boots around his balls and squeezed.

"Come on Brad. Get up. Fight back!" said Linda, looking down at him. Leah didn't weigh much so Brad was able to struggle to his feet. He staggered around a bit and then tried ramming his back into a corner post to try and dislodge her. She gasped every time he did it but grimly hung on. Finally out of desperation and exhaustion he just fell backwards onto the floor and crushed her under his bulk. She screamed and let go of the holds. He rolled off of her and sat on his knees recovering. She laid flat on her back panting. She had the wind knocked out of her. He covered her for the pin. The referee just stood there. Linda shouted over "He's got her pinned! Count her out ref.!"

"You don't get it. This is a submissions only match. Pins don't count!" replied the ref.

Leah had started to get her wind back. It was good this oaf didn't understand the rules or he could have submitted her easily. He was still in the pinning position. She reached up with her tiny hand and clamped it around his left testicle. He gasped and went rigid.

"What's wrong? Finish her!" yelled Linda, not seeing what was going on.

Brad was on all fours over her. He was on top but she was in control. She worked her way around so that they were in a sixty nine position. She then clamped her legs around his head and locked them so that his face was tight into her butt. Linda still didn't understand why Brad was immobile and just allowed himself to be scissored. He should have won by now. Then Leah exerted enough pressure to roll brad on his back so that she was on top.

"Just a matter of time now Brad, before you submit." Leah taunted

Brad was in trouble for sure. He didn't dare move. The pain was almost unbearable but he knew it could be much worse if he resisted. He might as well submit this fall and get a fresh start. Linda finally realized what was going on. "Time out!" Linda called to the ref. "Let me come in there."

The referee signalled to the time keeper and the clock was stopped. She motioned Linda to approach. Linda met the ref in the middle of the ring. Both stood facing each other with Brad and Leah on the floor between them.

"Where in the rules is this kind of thing allowed?" Said Linda. "Wait a minute" she went on before the ref could reply.

"I called time out. Tell her to release him while we talk."

Leah looked up at them. "I'm not giving up my hold"

The ref looked down at them. "At least ease up the pressure. Maintain your holds. Just no more squeezing until the match resumes"

Leah agreed and let up a little. Brad felt some relief but was far from comfortable. "Why is Linda prolonging this torture" he thought.

Linda and the ref discussed the rules of a NHB match while the two wrestlers were tangled up on the floor between them.

Finally the ref relented "Tell you what. You didn't understand the rules of this match. I will give you a chance to get out of it"

They both kneeled down by Brad's face which was tucked firmly into Leah's bum. All you could see were his fearfull eyes.

Leah was still cradling his balls in her hands. One hand still had a firm hold of his left testicle.

Leah didn't want the match to be discontinued but apparently it was up to Brad. She would see about that.

"You okay honey?" Linda asked Brad. All he could do was grunt.

"At least let him talk" She said to Leah.

"No. find another way to communicate." answered Leah.

The ref chimed in "Just blink once to stop the match and two blinks to keep going. We can't be here all day."

With that Leah increased the pressure on his left testicle. Brad knew what it meant.

If only he could tell them what she was doing. He desperately wanted the match to end. He blinked once.

Both girls looked down at his face. "Looks like he wants to stop the match"

Leah started to really bear down on his testicle, rolling it around between her fingers. The women were looking at his face so she could do what she wanted.

Brad was gritting his teeth, inwardly screaming. Finally he blinked a second time. The pressure stopped immediately. She was once again just holding them lightly.

"I guess he wants to continue" said the ref and both women stood up.

Linda went back to her corner and the ref started the clock.

The minute the match resumed Leah started the torture all over again.

Brad writhed and moaned.

The ref was back down looking at his face. "Do you submit?"

Leah eased off her head scissors enough so he could be heard. "I submit!"

Leah gave him one last twist on his testicle and got up and went to her corner.

Brad just lay there with the ref looking down at him.

"You have one minute before the match resumes." she said.

Brad got up and limped to his corner. His manager gave him a towel to cover himself.

"Where's my trunks?" he asked,

"I don't know. She threw them into the crowd. See if you can make this towel work. I'll help."

It was not a very big towel. Linda stretched it around his waist and tied it a tight as possible.

"I really don't want to keep going" Brad said.

"Too late. You already agreed and a submission has been recorded" she said. "Besides now you know how she fights.

It's just dirty tactics. You can be like that too. No mercy"

The ref motioned them into the middle and the bell rang.They circled each other. She lunged at him like before.

Brad got her into a headlock and really clamped down as he lead her around the ring.

She ignored the pain and went to work untying the towel. Off it came and into the crowd just like his trunks.

Brad did a hip toss and landed with his weight on her still grinding away with the headlock.

She was having trouble getting air and was beginning to fade. All he had to do was keep it up and he could win this fall.

Instinctively her one hand made it down to his balls. He tried to squirm and stretch out of reach while still maintaining his grip on her head. He felt fear and dread as she finally reached her objective.                                                                                                                                               She She even felt around enough to make sure she was locked on his swollen left testicle again.

He put all his pressure on her to end this now. She was barely conscious but kept a weak grip on his testicle.

The ref knelt down close to them to see which one would either submit or pass out first.

Leah still had enough awareness that she began kneading and rolling his captured testicle around in her tiny fingers.

The distraction and pain became too much. Brad released the headlock and tried to pry her fingers off his testicle.

With the headlock removed Leah was able to change her position to get better leverage on the hold.

Brad was on his knees using both hands to pull her fingers off his testicle.

While he was focused on this she slowly worked her way around behind him and reached through his legs with her other hand.

She then allowed him to pull her fingers off, but then instantly reacquired the grip with her other hand.

She was now behind him reaching between his legs yanking back on his  left testicle.

She stood up and began to pull up on his balls. This forced him to bend forward with his face on the mat.

She then put her boot on his head. She was in a totally dominant position.

Linda yelled over "Only a few seconds left in the match honey. Hang in there!"

Leah said to the ref "I think you better ask him what he wants to do,"

Then she began twisting and squeezing his left testicle while grinding her boot heel into his ear.

Before the ref could ask Brad screamed "I submit! I submit."

The ref called the match and the bell rang. "Second submission for Leah with twenty seconds left on the clock."

But Leah maintained her hold. The bell continued to ring.

"Stop! I will disallow this fall if you don't release him." At this point she tries to pry Leah's fingers off of Brad's scrotum.

"That's it! this fall doesn't count"

Leah replied "That's okay. I don't need it. I already won anyway. Brad said he wanted to continue the match until the end. I just wanted to make sure he did. That should be more that twenty seconds." And with that she released him.

She posed for a second with her arms in the air and her boot still on his face. Then she left.

Linda came in to help Brad to his feet.

Since Leah had thrown away his towel and trunks, he had nothing left to cover him self with but his hands. They left the ring in embarrassment.