I love to see his balls smashed in.
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| Legs open ready waiting to be busted |
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| He will be cupping his balls differently later |
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It was a hot summer morning at the Women's Football Club. The 12 women got up early that Saturday as they were all excited about the day ahead.
They won a raffle for a top star football player to come to their ground and train with them the whole day! Even though it costed the women a fair bit each to enter they were over joyed! It was revealed the star what going to be non other than Cristiano Ronaldo!
Most of the girls couldn't sleep that night and so went to the ground, changed into their kits and did laps to warm up and burn off some excitement.
"I'm so excited" said blonde female with the No. 1 on her blue bib.
"I know I can't believe he's coming here!" Replied brunette No. 3
The clock went just past 10.30am, Ronaldo was meant to arrive at 9am.
"Where is he?" Asked one of the girls. The woman were huddled on the ground getting cold as the rush of meeting Ronaldo was wearing off.
Suddenly a bronzed figure wearing a red shirt and white shorts came matching onto the ground, with a business like man half his sizes walked next to him on his phone.
The girls screamed and jumped off the ground as they saw them coming. They calmed down and tried to play it cool as the voice of the business man nattering got closer.
"Yes, yes...okay...got to go, we are here.. sorry we're late you know how it is" said the small man in a suit. He shock the captains hand in the black bib and introduced himself "I'm Ronaldo manager, and here's the man himself, you got him til 5, then we must go." He said fumbling with his briefcase.
"Hello Mr Ronaldo," said the captain shaking his hand.
"Hello, I am so happy to be here" Ronaldo responded in his Portuguese accent.
The captain almost swooned as his grin showing his perfect white teeth.
His managers phone began to ring, "sorry I've got to take this." He went off a few feet trying to listen on the phone. Ronaldo and the women stood awkwardly waiting for his return. The women were trying to play it cool and Ronaldo didn't make effect to introduce himself to everyone else.
Finally his manager came back, "Okay I'll have to leave you in her hands, there's presentations and meeting I need to sort whilst your here. So I'm gonna go, ladies have fun, don't trie him out too much"
Everyone laughed as he jogged away trying not to let the documents he carries fly everywhere.
"Okay," said the captain, "welcome mr Ronaldo to our club, I hope you can teach us a thing or two"
"Yes I will do"
"Where shall we begin?"
"Okay everyone do laps first. 20. Come on" he started jogging off whilst half the woman tried to follow. Around 5 laps in he stopped on the benches and clapped and cheered the rest of the women on.
"Yes, keep going, well done, you got this..."
Around lap 18 the women were starting to become exhausted. Ronaldo by this point sat on the bench and continued to root for them. No. 5 was basically carrying No. 7 across the starting mark and all the women collapsed on the ground.
Ronaldo sauntered to the herd. "Okay star jumps ladies, 1, 2, 3.."
The ladies got up and joined in as he put them through the paces. After some sit ups and high knees all the women were sweating and exhausted. "okay rest for a while" he said and walked to the goal.
"Feels like a boot camp than training" said No. 8 as she struggled to breathe.
"Don't worry the training will come soon" replied No. 4
Ronaldo was practicing kicks into the goal as the women rested. 30 minutes went by as he continued like he forgotten about them. The women sat and watched, amused for the first 10 minutes but were getting bored and frustrated they weren't learning.
Finally the captain went up to him and asked if he was going to start showing them skills. 'Yes of course' he replied and ushered them down to the goal.
"Ok I want you to all take turns and kicking the ball into the net and I will judge"
The women lined up and took turns booting the ball.
"Good good, harder, more force..."
The girls went round 3 times and did the same again.
Ronaldo half arsed and openly yawned continued with his "mentoring" and got out his phone.
"okay guys take and hour lunch" he then dialled a number and walked away.
"What the fuck" muttered No 9. "This is all we're doing? After we paid all that money for him?!"
"I know I'm so pissed off" said number 10.
The girls went on a break annoyed they wasted most of the day learning nothing. After an hour they came back to the pitch. Another hour went by and no signs of Ronaldo.
"Where the fuck is he now?!" Said No. 11
Ronaldo came back still on his phone laughing loudly.
"Okay ladies time to do planks"
"You've been gone a long time" said the captain.
"I had to wait for you food to digest so I gave you more time" his stupid response was.
All the girls rolled their eyes and go into the plank position in a row.
Ronaldo stood behind each woman and admired their posture. He placed his hand on each woman's torso and butt to help straighten them up.
"There you are" he said. His fingers were too near the woman's groin for comfort. One of the team shouted, "why don't you show us how it's done? Why don't you show us sit ups?"
"Okay" Ronaldo took off his top and displayed his tanned hard abs. He got on the ground and started explaining crunches. His muscles flexed with every crunch.
"Let me hold your legs down" said No 4. The girls started counting the numbers of crunches he did, " 50, 51, 52, 53, 54..."
Ronaldo was loving the attention all 11 women were giving him. " 160, 161, 162," he was impressive, in an article it said he did around 200 crunches a day. It to around then when he started to get tired. Sweat glistened on his torso and he fell back after 200.
The women cheered actually impressed. "Amazing" shouted No 4 still holding his feet down. "Do more".
"I don't need to" Ronaldo replied taking in breath. He stroked his abs like it was a washboard.
"Come on I know you can do it. Maybe a little motivation?" No. 4 looked at No. 5 and with a nod to her No. 5's studded boot came stomping down on Ronaldo's crotch.
Ronaldo shot up right crunching his stomach. "Huh!" He coughed "What the fuck?!" He huddled his crotch with his hands.
No. 4 still held on to his feet so he couldn't roll over in pain.
"That's for touching my ass" shouted No. 5. Her fist balled up and striked between Ronaldo's hand.
"Arh!" Ronaldo cried out again.
More team mates held down Ronaldo's feet as the rest took turns punching his balls. Ronaldo tried to fight it but there were too many hands fisting away at his balls. Punch after punch kept wailing into his crotch as he cried and thrashed unable to run or roll over to protect himself.
After a few dozen blows the women let him go. Ronaldo was finally able to roll over and cradle his crotch. He gritted his teeth as his big firearms tried to protect his balls.
"Now what?" Said No. 8
"Get the rope," said the captain "I've an idea"
She ordered the team to drag his body to the goal, Ronaldo tried to dig his heels in the ground but it was useless and he lost a lot of energy.
5 women stood him up and the rest tied his limps spread apart to each goal posts.
" okay time for some real training" said the captain. "Line up girls time to kick some balls".
The 10 women queued up behind one another in front of the soccer stud.
Ronaldo eyes widened as he tried to break loose his restraints. His biceps flexed and powerful spread thighs couldn't break the ropes.
"No. 1" the captain blew her whistle. No. 1 ran up to the star and punted her laced boots directly up in between his spread legs. Ronaldo lifted a foot off the ground and wailed out a cry that could be heard across the pitch. He's mouth was left in an O shape as he cried silent cries after.
"No 2"
Ronaldo looked at the focused striker "No, no, no, NO!..."
No. 2's forcefully kick landed directly on target with Ronaldo's balls. He screamed another agonising scream. The tendons in his neck strained and the veins on his lower abs above his shorts were throbbing clearly in from the rush of blood.
"Why?..why you doing this to me?.." whined Ronaldo. Between pants.
"We all paid good money, money we could've used on our family so we could get a chance to train with you. But all you have done is waste our time, taught us nothing and touched us inappropriately. Now we are using you to train us whether you like it or not...let's continue to practice our kicks! No. 3!"
"ARGH!" Bellowed Ronaldo as the boot smashed into his throbbing nuts.
"How was that Ronaldo? Do you like my kick?" She mocked.
Woman after woman continued to kick the shit out of Ronaldo's manhood, some shouted abuse "you sleaze" "take that!" "Arrogant dick" but each kick was devastating to him and caused severe pain. Ronaldo thrashed with every blow with his muscles bulging trying to shield itself. His white shorts were now stained red and brown around the crotch from all the abuse and mud driven in.
The 11 women queued up again and again at least having 5 attempts at kicking the football stars balls.
Ronaldo was half awake at this point. After the final punt between his legs by the captain the women untied him and let him slump on the floor. His sweaty veiny body lied on the grass with a dark brown stain on the front of his white shorts where is penis and balls used to be.
"We'll leave him here for his manager to collect him, he should be here soon" said the captain. "Let's go for a drink! We deserve it"
"Yeah" shouted all the team as they wondered into the dressing rooms leaving the football stars ruined balls on the pitch.
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| The team getting ready to kick him between the legs |
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| Ronaldo screaming before his white shorts get battered brown and red |
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| Ronaldo getting his balls kicked in |
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