Mortal Kombat: Takeda fights Kabal
There was a sudden gust of wind encircling the arena, when it rushed past Takeda and into the arena, coming to an abrupt halt. As the dust settled and cleared, there stood Kabal, his combat gear fitting tactically to his body as he swung his hook-blades quickly and slashed the air, lowering himself into a fighting stance. His mask hissed and the eyes glowed a deep red.
“You are a brave young warrior,” Kabal said, his voice akin to the hiss of machines, “you will never match my speed.”
Takeda extracted his serrated whip, slashing at the ground as spikes protruded from the whip and he extended his free hand towards his opponent, taunting him. “You’ll see I have more than enough to match your ability.”
Kabal smirked under his mask, his eyes observing the young confident warrior in front of him.
“I’ll soon beat that confidence out of you,” the speedster said to himself, before charging towards Takeda with his blades slicing the air before him, aiming to disarm Earthrealm’s champion.
But the distance between the two proved an advantage for Takeda, who swung his arm up and slashed the whip at his charging opponent. Kabals speed was not to be underestimated, and he managed to duck and weave to avoid being struck by the whip. Takeda raised his free hand, summoning his kinetic sword, before projecting it at speed towards his opponent.
Kabal spun sideways to dodge the sword with ease, before charging closer to Takeda, lashing at him with his hook blade. Takeda stepped to the side, but not before the hook caught one of the straps holding the steel plated cup fastened to his bulge, slashing through it and causing the metal protection to drop to the floor. Kabal rushed past Takeda, smirking, knowing full well he had just exposed the weakness he desired to exploit.
‘Shit,’ Takeda thinks to himself, looking down and blushing as the steel plated cup scatters along the floor. His heavy bulge dropped slightly in his tights between his legs, and he suddenly felt much more vulnerable.
Summoning another plasma sword, Takeda wasted no time in continuing his attack. He projected the plasma sword forward in a zig-zag motion towards Kabal, and then extracted his second whip, slashing them both towards the speedster.
Kabal ducked and weaved yet again, but this time one of his hooked blades catches on Takeda’s whip, forcing him off balance. The speedster stumbles and trips as he was running at full speed, crashing to the floor and sliding a long distance before he came to a stop, dazed.
“Ugh,” Kabal groaned as he got to his hands and knees, “f-fuck…”
Takeda sees his opportunity and seizes it. He jumps high into the air and performs a rapid spin over Kabal before extending his right lef to deliver a rolling drop kick to his opponent’s head. “Take this!”
Kabal hears Takeda as he is spinning through the air, and instinctively raises his arms and legs to protect himself, when he suddenly feels a crunch on his knee.
“A-Aghk!” Takeda yelps as his kick stops mere centimetres from Kabal’s face, glancing down to see his tights bulge crunched flat on Kabal’s knee.
Kabal smirks, “Oops…” a hint of sarcasm detected in his voice.
Takeda stumbles back from Kabal’s knee, his legs crossed and doubled over in pain, nursing his nether region. “F-fuck, is this how you fight?”
Kabal groaned as he got to his feet.
“Not normally,” he smirked, before reaching forward and prying Takeda’s hands away from his bulge, “but it’s a tactic you’d be stupid not to use!”
Suddenly, Kabal launched his fist upwards between Takeda’s legs, pumping his tights bulge flat up against his own body, keeping his fist there for added pressure.
“Ugghhhh!” Takeda moans, his cheeks puffing out as his eyes cross, feeling Kabal’s knuckles sink into the flesh of his balls, his trembling hands clawing at Kabal’s fist.
The crowd watching groaned in sympathy with Takeda’s nutpain, but Kabal was not interested in pandering to the crowd. He wasted no time and retrieved his hook blades, before slashing at Takeda, ripping through the latches which held the Earthrealm warrior’s torso armour in place, watching as that too now fell to the floor.
As his torso armour clatters to the ground,
Takeda groans with panic before sinking to his knees,
the pain in his balls still unbearable, clutching himself and trying to
nurse them back to full health.
Without the armour plating he was accustomed to, now Takeda only wore his black skintight garb, tactical tight gear commonly worn by modern ninjas.
Kabal nears the downed Takeda and chuckles, taking a hold of the warriors arms and pinning them around behind his back, before staring into Takeda’s eyes.
“Oh, you have no idea what I’ve got planned for you!” Kabal smirked, before he slapped his other hand down onto Takeda’s ninja garb bulge, giving it a rough squeeze.
“Fuck, noooo!”
Takeda gasped as his legs buckles, his arm breaking
free and clutching Kabal’s wrist tightly
trying to pull the speedsters hand off his crotch, his bulge pulsing and
throbbing in Kabal’s tight grasp.
“Just submit, you fool!” he hisses, before giving a rough twist of the bulge, yanking back to tug on Takeda’s balls, instead, the thin ninja garb giving way and shredding clean off in Kabal’s hand, tearing the crotch straight out of the tights. “Wh-whoops.”
The speedster attempts to stifle a laugh as a very noticeable pink bulge protruded from Takeda’s crotch. Takeda wore nothing but a pink thong under his suit, and Kabal made out what seemed to be a target symbol directly on Takeda’s bulge.
The warrior looked down at his exposed state and growled in rage, launching upwards and delivering consecutive knee strikes to Kabal’s ribs. The speedster grunts and he hunched forward; the wind knocked from his lungs. Looking up, however, Kabal gets a glimpse of the pink bulge then immediately springs into action, reaching up and grabbing a hold of what remained of Takeda’s ninja garb, and running back, tearing the ninja suit clean off Takeda and leaving him there in nothing but his tight pink thong. The crowd suddenly burst into laughter.
Takeda blushes furiously, turning to the crowd and covering his crotch.
“Uhhh, nooo!” he pleads with shame and humiliation. “D-don’t look!"
Kabal chuckles, tossing the ninja garb towards Takeda’s head. When the young warrior reached up to peel it off his face, Kabal launched his attack, charging forward and firing a vicious kick between Takeda’s legs, watching with delight as his cock and balls bounced furiously inside the thong from the impact.
A guttural, blood curdling scream escaped Takeda’s lips as he cupped his balls with his back arching. He sunk to his knees moaning in pain, but looked down at his busted bulge to notice, with horror, that it seems the combined sensation of pain and humiliation was stimulating him, his cock suddenly growing inside his thong.
Kabal moves behind Takeda, looking down as the young warrior moans with his ass in the air. He places his foot under the bulge, pumping it up slightly forcing Takeda onto his back, where it suddenly becomes visible to everyone that his cock is hard, tenting in his thong.
“Wow,” Kabal smirked, “Looks like you are enjoying this even more than I am!”
He reaches down, grabbing a hold of Takeda’s ankles, lifting them and spreading them before he pressed his foot onto Takeda’s thong bulge. Using his speed, he rapidly stomped down in quick succession onto the young warrior’s exposed nuts.
“Aghhhh! S-Stop!” Takeda begs, his body shaking and squirming from every stomp crunching his crotch, searing pain exploding through his testicles.
Takeda’s cock twitches helplessly from the force, a darkened spot staining the tip of his tented bulge as the young warrior pants. He reaches forward and grabs onto Kabals foot, trying to stop the abuse as his strength was fading, feeling climax building.
Kabal could sense Takeda was nearing his end and dropped the warrior’s legs so that they lay spread before him. Then, Kabal jumped up and landed both feet onto Takeda’s strained bulge.
Takeda cried out with a squeak as the nut pain was far from over. Kabal then used his speed to run on the spot, his feet crunching down into Takeda’s balls one after the other consecutively, before he launched into the air, using the young warrior’s balls as a springboard.
Earthrealm’s warrior crossed his eyes as Kabal bounced into the air with help from his own nuts, whimpering slightly from his busted nuts’ pain coursing through his body. He groggily looked up, seeing Kabal reach the peak of his jump, before the speedster started to spin in the air, forming a small tornado which hoisted Takeda into the air until he was suspended with his opponent. Kabal then dropped, the tornado stopping as Kabal landed first, pausing, and glancing upwards as Takeda then began to fall. Kabal waited for the perfect timing, before he launched into the air, slamming his fist upwards in a massive uppercut which connects directly with Takeda’s thong bulge, the young warriors own weight pulled by gravity to crunch his cock and balls inside his thong between his body and Kabal’s fist.
Takeda’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen as the crunch to his busted balls echoes throughout the arena. The initial impact of the uppercut blasted a few streaks of precum from Takeda’s cock, before he dropped to the floor on his back, landing with a thud. The excruciating pain sweeps over Takeda, and he begins to violently convulse, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he foams at the mouth. The young warriors rock hard cock throbs and pushes painfully against his thong as cum oozes slowly out of his cock before spurting out in dozens of thick ropes. Kabal watches as Takeda orgasms for a few minutes, jet after jet of cum pumping out of him, before he slumps back, limp like a ragdoll as he sinks into unconsciousness. His cock continues to twitch and spasm however, as cum continues to leak out of him.
Kabal smirks underneath his mask, and steps forward and placing his foot onto Takeda’s emptied balls and still oozing cock.
He strikes a victory pose. “Fatality,” he hisses, as the arena
lights dim to
black.
END
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