3 hunks defeated, part 3 of 4
by jdean72000@yahoo.com



This story is adapted from and expands on "Kaneko vs. Wurtz" by NadiaBlack.
Kaneko and Marisa had both completely dominated their muscular male opponents.
And now Kaneko's coach also barged into the locker room with her own hunky
male trophy under her control

"This is your coach?" Marisa asked."Yes!" Kaneko said, still staring at her
mentor and her mentor's victim. "Coach Kim! She taught me everything I know
about fighting and men."

Ken was still doubled over, moaning in pain. "Don't mind him," she said with a
smirk. "He's still learning how to talk to me. He's not very smart." Ken,
still moaning, started sinking to his knees."Whoa, whoa there, big guy," Kim
said as she hoisted up the muscular hunk by his balls, which made him scream
out in pain even more. He was back on his feet but still doubled over, his
legs barely able to keep him up."This is fucked up," Phil muttered to himself.
He snapped out of his distraction and started to charge for the locker room
door. Marisa, barely extending any effort, grabbed Phil's shirt and jerked it
back, yanking Phil's arms behind him at a painful angle. Phil yelped and
staggered back. Marisa, taking a cue from the woman in front of her, slipped
her hand down the back of Phil's briefs, appreciating his perky ass as her
hand crept between his thick legs and latched on to his large, heavy balls
that were perfectly packaged for her due to his tiny briefs. She easily
wrapped her fingers around them and squeezed.Phil also yelled out in pain like
Ken and tried doubling over but Marisa's grip on his shirt made that more
difficult."Ah yes," Kim said to Kaneko. "She's a quick learner.""Thanks,"
Marisa said. "And now ladies," Kim said as she reached over, grabbed Ken's
hair and yanked it back so Ken had no choice but to stand up again, facing the
women. "I'd like you to meet Ken, Mark's coach."Both Marisa's and Kaneko's
eyes lit up. Kaneko immediately started laughing and clapping."Really?" Marisa
asked. She looked at Ken, who was at least 6'3" and all muscle, and Kim, who
was maybe 5'3" and not noticeably buff. Ken was also probably in his late
twenties while Kim looked to be in her mid-forties. She was amazed that this
smaller, older woman was so easily overpowering this big, muscular, younger
hunk. A hunk who, as a martial arts coach, must know how to defend himself.
She and Kaneko were well aware that it wasn't just Kim's hand that was making
Ken's shorts bulge in the front. "Ken and I were watching the fight from our
own private booth," Kim explained calmly. She released Ken's hair so he once
again doubled over in pain, clutching his groin. "Ken was being quite cocky,
as young men are, about how Mark was definitely going to win. So I suggested a
bet. If Mark wins, then I have to be Ken's sex slave. If Kaneko wins, Ken has
to be my sex slave. Well someone didn't do a very good job teaching his charge
how to destroy a smaller, female appointment. So once Kaneko won, Ken here
tried to back out of our agreement, didn't you, Ken?" Kim gave Ken's balls an
especially hard squeeze to emphasize her point. Ken squealed."So," she
continued. "I had no choice but to show Ken why Kaneko won. He thought he
could fight me but he never even landed a hand on me. That's how his pretty
little face got those bruises. And I beat your ass without once touching your
precious little balls, isn't that right?" She gave his balls another squeeze.
He squealed again but no answer."Answer me!" she said louder, with another
vicious squeeze"YES!" he cried. "And who's stronger, men or women?" Kim
asked."Women," Ken said."And who's weaker," Kim asked."Men," Ken said through
gritted teeth."So now I think he's finally learned his lesson," Kim said. And
when I saw both you ladies come in here I thought I'd follow you for a little
party.""Yay! A party!" Kaneko said, clapping."Are you exciting for the party,
Ken?" Kim asked."Yes," Ken said."Fucking wimp." Phil muttered it under his
breath but they all heard it."What was that?" Marisa asked. Phil didn't
answer. He was still groaning and wincing from the pain in his balls and his
large, muscular legs were quivering with effort to keep him up.Marisa, once
again learning from Coach Kim, gave Phil's balls a harder squeeze. "I said,
what was that?"Phil yelped. "I said 'fucking wimp'!""I don't think you can
really say anything, Phil," Marisa said. "You're in the exact same position
Ken is, literally.""And Marisa doesn't even know how to fight," Kaneko
said."That's 'cause of my shirt and pants," Phil muttered, defiantly."Oh, is
that right?" Marisa looked at the other women. "So you're saying I cheated?"
Phil didn't answer Marisa once again squeezed him harder. "Answer me!""Yes!"
Phil yelled. "You cheated, you fucking bitch! I can't even move my arms or
legs!"The women all looked at each other."Okay," Kim said. She twisted Ken's
balls and yanked them back up between his legs. He screamed as he was hoisted
onto his toes but then Kim let go completely and he crumpled to the ground in
a heap. With Ken taken care of and not going anywhere, she walked up to Phil.
Being so short, she was almost eye to eye with him as he was bent
over."Marisa, let go of him," Kim said."But-" Marisa protested."Trust me."So
Marisa did and Phil's whole body relaxed a bit even thought he stayed bent
over in pain."Remove his shirt completely," Kim told her. Marisa obeyed,
yanking the narrow cuffs off his large hands. Phil immediately threw his hands
over his crotch."Stand up!" Kim ordered Phil. He looked at her, looked into
her steely eyes, and obeyed. Pulling himself to his full height, Kim barely
reached his chest."Take off his shoes and pants," Kim said. Marisa knelt down
and did just that. "Now you are not restricted by her clothing," Kim said to
the large, muscular male. "Since you claim that is why Marisa was able to
control you, I removed those restrictions. Now, if you want to leave, you will
have to go through me."Phil stood there, facing down his tiny, older, female
opponent. Next to her he looked even bigger, a large, muscle-bound man
drenched in sweat and covered only by a pair of tiny little briefs. His hands
still clutched his groin due to the pain in his balls but he could feel that
he still had a rock-hard, throbbing erection. He also knew that if he dropped
his hands that erection would be mere inches away from the little lady who was
staring him down. "So?" Kim asked.Phil hesitated. He wanted to leave but he
didn't want to fight her. Partly because he instinctively didn't want to hurt
an older woman but also partly because he had seen what she did to another
large, muscular male."Get out of my way," Phil said, hoping he could just
intimidate her."Make me," Kim said. With her hands on her hips she took
another step toward Phil so that her breasts were pushing into his
hand-covered crotch."You don't want me to," Phil said."I'd like to see you
try," Kim said with a smile.In an instant, Phil raised his hands to grab Kim
and she reflexively ducked, grabbed one of his arms and hooking her other arm
between his legs, grabbing a handful of his muscular ass. He yelped as she
planted her shoulder right into his swollen, tender balls and hoisted him up.
Between his momentum reaching for her and her expertise, she pulled Phil onto
her shoulders. Then just as quickly she shrugged him off so that he landed on
his back and ass on the hard tile floor. Marisa and Kaneko gasped when they
heard his body smack the ground.Phil cried out in pain as he rolled in agony,
one hand on his lower back. Kim calmly turned around and picked up both of his
feet, hoisting his large legs in the air and forcing him over onto his back.
Marisa was amazed that such a tiny woman was able to hold up his large,
powerful legs by just his ankles. Feeling incredibly vulnerable, Phil quickly
reached down and covered his crotch with his hands. Kim scoffed."As if that
would stop me," she said with a laugh. Phil look terrified, not knowing what
she meant but also knowing it was probably true. But before he could react she
quickly stomped her foot down right above his crotch at the lowest point of
his belly. Phil had rock-hard abs but there was no way he was prepared to
brace them for the impact and Kim knew exactly how to stab her heel into him
to push past the wall of muscle anyway. Phil's upper body shot up as he hugged
his belly in pain but Kim wouldn't let go of his feet. She began to kick the
back of his thighs, three to each leg. They were so precisely targeted that
she had rendered his hamstrings virtually useless before Phil even felt the
pain. But when he did, he started screaming, his hands trying but unable to
reach the damaged areas. Moving on as if this was a routine habit for her, Kim
twisted Phil's legs as she swing her leg over his body to straddle him, facing
his feet. He had no choice but to roll onto his stomach as Kim hooked his
ankles under her armpits. She squatted over his ass as his entire lower body
was now bent painfully backward in the air. Phil tried to flex his legs to
catapult her off of him but Kim knew exactly how to anchor her center of
gravity and brace herself to resist him. She slowly started squatting even
lower, bending Phil in an ever more painful angle. He was yelling and grunting
and even started slapping the floor, as if submitting. But this was not a
submissions match."Marisa, come here," Kim said. Marisa walked over to
her."Feel him up," Kim said, her eyes motioning down to between Phil's legs.
Marisa, knowing exactly what Kim wanted her to feel, reached between Phil's
legs. Sure enough, ready to burst out of his briefs, was his rock-hard,
throbbing erection. Phil calmed down as he felt her hand on his dick,
paralyzed with embarrassment and shame."Oh my god," Marisa said. Kim just
smiled.Marisa walked over to Phil's head and crouched down to look at him."We
both know your dick is still rock hard after all this time," she said. "Just
admit you like women beating you up and dominating you.""No," Phil whispered.
"Never."Kim squatted even lower. Phil cried out in pain.Getting bored, Kim
dropped his feet and Phil immediately began rolling around in pain, reaching
for his lower back. Kim grabbed that hand, bent it so it was now aiming up
between his shoulders and grabbed his hair with her other hand. She hoisted
him up, yanking his head back and shoving his arm up between his shoulder
blades. His quivering thighs almost gave out but as he started to fall Kim
shoved his arm up his back again, forcing his body to follow it to alleviate
the pain. Kim spun Phil around so the women had a better view of the hunk's
splayed body and the erection that was stretching his briefs to their
limit.Kim quickly swung her hand from Phil's hair around his waist until her
hand clamped onto his enormous cock. He yelped."I thought you said no balls,"
Phil grunted."I never said that," Kim said as she squeezed him. Phil writhed
around in pain but she kept him in place with his arm behind his back. "I said
I didn't have to go for Ken's balls. I didn't say anything about you. And
anyway, I'm not touching your balls, am I?"With that, Kim began to stroke
Phil. Slowly at first but then faster and rougher."Maybe I'll just make you
come instead," she said with a laugh. "It's so easy making you big boys give
up your sperm. I bet you'll squirt any second."Meanwhile, Kaneko had noticed
that Ken was starting to stir on the ground. She walked over to him and knelt
by his head. She could hear him whimpering so she gently pulled his head onto
her lap."Shhhhh," she said as she stroked his thick hair. He looked up at her
through the swelling around his eyes. "Let's see what she did to you." She
ripped open what was left of his shredded t-shirt to reveal his bruised torso.
"Aw, were you able to even defend yourself at all?" She began to run her hand
all over his thick pecs and six-pack abs. "A big strong man like you, with all
these big muscles, AND you're a martial arts expert, and this little woman
beat you up?" She giggled as she started playing with his nipples, twisting
and pulling and flicking them. He couldn't look at her anymore but he also
couldn't close his eyes. He had to see how Kim was dominating Phil.Kaneko
noticed the front of his shorts shifting. She slid her hand down his belly and
under the waistband of his shorts."What...is that...?" she asked, confused, as she
pushed his shorts away from his body with the back of her hand and looked into
them. "Are you wearing a jockstrap?" She could see that he was, and that his
cock was beginning to swell inside the pouch. "I guess you've gotta make sure
nothing falls out of those little shorts you're wearing, huh?" Kaneko said as
she began to rub and pull on Ken's quickly expanding cock. She was amazed at
how fast it reached full size, a large, quivering cock on a man much larger
and stronger than her, so easily manipulated by her tiny hand.At the same
time, Marisa heard footsteps behind her. She turned around to see none other
than Mark hobbling toward her. He was still naked, his half-hard cock swaying
between his thighs with every step. He was hunched over, clearly still in pain
and somewhat confused by where he was and what he was seeing in front of
him.Marisa wasted no time. She didn't want to miss a single second of Kim
dominating Phil but she couldn't let Mark get away either. She rushed over to
him, grabbed the hunk by his cock. Mark yelped but didn't resist as she pulled
him over to a long bench in front of some lockers. Mark tried to keep up. She
pulled his cock directly over the bench so Mark had no option but to follow
with each leg on either side of the bench."Sit," she ordered. Mark did,
relieved to not have to use his aching thighs anymore. Marisa quickly sat
behind him, also straddling the bench, and scooted right up behind him, never
letting go of his cock as she was now reaching around his waist to hold it.
She could smell the musk of his sweat and the semen that was probably still
dried on his skin. She began to pull his cock, stretching it over and over,
until she could feel it begin to thicken in her hand. They both watched the
action as Mark's cock obeyed the female hand that controlled it."Marisa, I
think it's time," Kim said as her hand slowed its pumping of Phil's dick.
"These little undies of his aren't going to last much longer." And she was
right. Phil had leaked so much pre-cum throughout his struggles that half his
briefs were soaked. With his large cock stretching the fabric and Kim's
vigorous pumping, his briefs were about to give.Marisa had been waiting for
this moment. She quickly reached down to grab Mark's balls. He yelped
again."Don't move or I'll sic Kaneko on you again, got it?" she whispered into
his ear. Mark slowly nodded.Marisa let go of one hunk's balls to go take a
look at another. She slowly walked over to Phil, swinging her hips,
emphasizing her femininity. She wanted Phil to remember it was women who were
dominated him. Phil just stared at her in terror as his legs shook with the
effort of keeping him upright."Alrighty, Phil, it's time," she said with a
smirk."No," he grunted. She walked up real close and placed her hands on his
large chest."Isn't this what you've always wanted? You've fantasized about us,
don't deny it."Phil was silent. He had fantasized about having sex with
Marisa, but it was nothing like this. In his fantasies, he was the one in
charge. That was the way he always liked it, or so he thought. He couldn't
believe his own dick was so hard throughout this whole fight. He felt like his
dick was betraying him, that it wasn't actually in his control but being
controlled by these women."I mean, I've already made you come once," Marisa
said as she slowly slid her hands down his muscular torso, her fingertips
grazing his nipples and his abs. "So I know what you're working with. But
let's just get a better look."And with that, she hooked her fingers under the
waistband of his briefs. She hesitated, looking him square in the eyes."Stop,"
he whispered. "You can't do this.""And are you going to stop me?" she
giggled.Phil was silent again. He knew he couldn't. Or was it that he didn't
actually want to? He was so confused.Marisa started to slowly drag his briefs
down his narrow hips until his cock sprung free. She had to step back to give
it enough room to fully stretch out as she kept pulling his briefs down his
legs until she dropped them at his feet. She took a step back to get a better
look at the huge, muscular, handsome hunk in front of her, the co-worker she
had always fantasized about, the one who always filled out his shirts and
pants just right so she could see every curve of muscle and the
always-prominent bulging crotch. She realized he wore those tiny briefs on
purpose to create a big, plump package under his tight pants. And now here he
was, the ex-athlete, so intimidating and formidable, naked, vulnerable, held
captive by a much smaller, female opponent and terrified of her.Marisa felt
victorious."Quite a specimen," Kim said. Marisa only now realized that Kim was
holding Phil's arm up between his shoulders with only one hand. Kim's other
hand had been groping his big, beefy ass this whole time."Indeed," Marisa
said, walking back up to him and slowly wrapping her fingers around his huge,
thick, throbbing erection. She loved feeling the warmth and pulsations in her
hand. "Every inch is rock hard." With her other hand she cupped Phil's balls
and started rolling them around in their sac. "Well, I guess not every inch,"
she said as she felt his large balls give when she started to gently squeeze
them. All three women giggled."Feel this, Phil?" Marisa asked, looking up into
the sad face of her co-worker. "These big, useless muscles, that cocky,
aggressive attitude, all of that comes from all the testosterone pumping
through your body. And that comes from your testicles. So basically everything
that makes you a man fits right in the palm of my hand. And with just my
little fingers I can bring you exquisite pleasure or," she started to squeeze
his balls harder, "intense pain." Phil started to grunt and tried doubling
over in pain but Kim held him in place. He tried looking away but Marisa let
go of his throbbing cock, grabbed his face and forced him to look her in the
eyes. "Remember that.""Well said," Kim chuckled."And don't forget Kenny,"
Kaneko said. Kim and Marisa turned to their friend kneeling down on the floor.
Ken's head was resting on her lap, his large, muscular body splayed out on the
floor and Kaneko's tiny hand stuffed down the front of his little shorts. She
pushed the waistband down and tucked it under his balls, revealing the pouch
of his jockstrap that was engorged with his enormous erection. "He's also
enjoying himself," she said with a giggle. She slid her hand up and down his
shaft, pumping out yet another drop of pre-come every time."Ladies," Kim said
with authority. "I think it's time. Let's show these boys what happens when
they think they can beat us."End of Part 3 of 4