Battle Training (3): In Seconds, Flat

"Thanks for the show, you two," said Willow, grinning, "but now we need to get some actual work done."

"Unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon in Leon's lap, Joule," Por chimed in.

"Right, right." The Jolteon shook her head, glancing behind her at Leon. "Hold on a sec, I want to talk face-to-face."

The electric-type reached behind her head and grabbed hold of the Charmeleon's shoulders for support, then lifted her legs and turned in place so that she was facing the male. The female grinned as she settled into place and looked up at Leon, who was looking back at her with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. Almost immediately, his eyes fell downwards to the Jolteon's bare breasts. Joule played along, reaching up to cup one of her tits in a paw.

"So, you feeling alright?"

"Mmmm," he purred, watching her play with herself as he continued to bask in the afterglow of his recent orgasm. "Hard not to enjoy that."

In fact, he was still enjoying it, with the way the Jolteon had turned around: now the head of his cock was rubbing wetly against her stomach, the base just brushing up against her swollen sex. Despite his efforts to concentrate, the male's brain raced with dirty thoughts, picturing the electric-type bent over in a dozen different position. After all, all it would take is one quick move to be inside her, where his fingers had been just a minute before--

The Jolteon interrupted him before he could daydream for too long, but not in a way that helped his arousal. Casually she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the Charmeleon's cock, giving the length a friendly squeeze and earning a quiet gasp in response. "Damn, this guy just doesn't quit, does he?" she said, feeling the sticky rod twitch in her grip. "I hope you've got that kind of stamina later."

"Just put...mmph...just put me where you want me," he replied, struggling to keep his voice steady.

She chuckled. "Will do. Speaking of which, are you ready to keep going?"

"Huh?" Leon blinked. "Oh right, the, uh...the testicles thing. Um."

"That is what you came here for, remember?" said Willow. The Weavile folded her arms across her chest. "We need to review for the Weak Spots midterm."

"I know." The Charmeleon winced. "Just give me a sec."

Kara nodded. "Sorry to make you switch gears so fast, but we've only got this room for the afternoon, so we gotta get moving. If you don't want to do it, though, you don't have to--"

"No no, I'll be fine, it's just...I'm not sure exactly how to do this." Leon scratched his head, frowning. "I mean, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to just stand still while you all kick me or whatever."

"True," admitted Por. "I guess we didn't really think that through..."

"Well there's an easy solution for that," said Joule. "Just let me shock him."

Leon blinked. "How would that help?"

"Listen," said the Jolteon, her paw still playing absently with the fire-type's spent member, "if I stun you, that'd stop you from flinching and so on while we're looking at your nuts. I know guys tend to get squirmy when you start poking around down there, so I think it's probably the best option -- it'll make things simpler for everybody."

"Uh..." Leon fought to ignore the fingers around his cock. "I...I guess that makes sense."

"Cool. Then this should just take a second." Without another word, Joule let go of his member and grabbed hold of his shoulders, her fur crackling as she built up static.

"Hold on a sec," interjected Kara, but the electric-type had no intention of waiting. There was a flash of sparks as the Jolteon let out a short shock, Leon yelping at the sensation and then falling disconcertingly still.

"Whoops." Joule grinned, climbing down off of the Charmeleon's lap.

"Joule!" the Kadabra scolded, glaring at the female. "I told you to wait."

"Don't get your spoons in a twist," the Jolteon answered, rolling her eyes. "We can't look at his nuts if he's squirming around all the time, so I just Paralyzed him for a little while. He'll be frozen for a few hours and then he'll be fine."

"Joule, you can't just Paralyze people whenever it's convenient", Kara said, exasperated. "I don't even have any Heals or anything; we're going to have to carry him over to the Pokecenter now."

The Jolteon was nonplussed. "Chill, alright? You heard him say it was okay. Besides, I've got like a dozen Cheri berries in my backpack; as soon as we're done with this we can unparalyze him."

This soothed the Kadabra's nerves somewhat, though she was still uncertain. "Are we sure this is okay? How do we make sure we're not hurting him or anything?"

"Relax, Kara," commented Willow, placing a paw on her shoulder, "he's gonna be fine. I mean, it's not like we're planning to crush his nuts or anything, right?"

"Besides," added Por, "doesn't Paralysis usually dull pain anyway?"

Kara bit her lip. "That's true."

Joule nodded. "Yeah. I mean, even if we are a little rough, a guy's balls are pretty sturdy; we're not gonna break 'em or anything." To illustrate she gave the Charmeleon's ballsac a playful swat, the plump orbs swinging with the force of the blow.

Though his body remained motionless, Leon felt a brief wave of queasiness wash over him from the Jolteon's slap. His post-orgasmic glow had faded, and all of a sudden the situation seemed much more threatening. He had walked in expecting some pain -- after all, they were reviewing about the testicles as a weak point, and he had the only pair in the room -- but things suddenly seemed a lot more dangerous. He'd been planning to let them try some things out, maybe a few kicks or squeezes as long as he was feeling alright, something to let them know how a male really reacted. Now, though...he just prayed they didn't want to try anything toopainful.

His hopes sunk, however, with what he heard next. "Ooh, can I be first?" asked Por excitedly, hopping to her feet. "I've been looking forward to this all week -- ever since me and Bill got in that fight I've been needing to work out some anger."

Joule chuckled. "Just be careful, sis -- try not to kick 'em into his throat, okay?"

"Aww, but what's the fun in holding back?" She frowned. "I'm not going to be holding back if I use a groin kick in a battle."

"True. Then fire away, I guess."

"...Yeah, okay," Kara said reluctantly, "but just one kick for now, alright? I don't want us hurting him any more than we have to."

"Awww, but I've never done it before," Por complained, frowning. "What if I screw up the first one -- I need a second kick to make sure I've got it down."

"Fine. A few kicks, but that's all." She frowned. "I don't want to be the one explaining to the school nurse why Leon's walking funny for the next week."

"He'll be fine," Joule reassured her. "Besides, nothing's going to happen at all if we just let him stay frozen to his seat over there. Come on, I need someone to help me pick him up."

The rest of the girls walked over to join her, Joule and Willow each hooking an arm with Leon and pulling him stiffly to his feet. Kara adjusted his arms and legs, while Por helped straighten his tail and torso -- taking the opportunity to cop a quick feel as she did so. "Sorry about this," she giggled into his ear, giving his pink length a firm squeeze before stepping away.

The four looked over their handiwork for a moment, examining the living doll they had just positioned. The male was stuck almost perfectly still: occasionally a finger might twitch, but as long as Leon was Paralyzed there was no way he'd be moving very far. For the moment he had been placed in a pretty normal standing position, with his legs spread slightly -- for obvious reasons.

Willow laughed. "Oh man, this is just too easy. Look, his nuts are just hanging there!"

Kara seemed a little more interested in the other half of his equipment -- the rod still throbbing proudly in front of him. "Poor guy, we teased the heck out of him. Do you think he's going to stay hard like that the whole time?"

"Well, why don't we find out?" asked Por -- and with that she stepped forward, drawing her leg back and then swinging it in a vicious arc--

Leon's body was lifted off the ground slightly as the Vaporeon's footpaw rocketed upwards into his crotch, flattening his poor balls against his pelvis. The Charmeleon could feel his testicles distort with the force of the blow, his twin orbs caught and crushed by her bare toes, squashed flat like pancakes against hard bone. His spuds hadn't been abused like this since that Nidoqueen had decided to demonstrate on him during the first day of class. Immediately the nausea rose in his gut, alarm bells going off in Leon's head as his instincts told him to double over and protect himself--

--but his body did nothing. Leon just stood motionless, his body not responding even as the pain crawled through his abdomen. He tried to squeak or squeal, to cry out somehow and express what he was feeling, but his mouth refused to move, his vocal cords frozen. To an outside observer, it looked as if nothing had happened.

Por withdrew her footpaw with some disappointment, setting it back down on the ground. "Aww, he didn't even fall over! Sis, you Paralyzed him too well."

Joule shrugged. "Maybe you missed."

"No, I don't think so." She looked down at her foot, flexing her toes. "I guess I didn't hit hard enough."

"That looked plenty hard to me," said Kara. The Kadabra frowned. "I'd prefer you not mess up my boyfriend any more than necessary, if you don't mind."

"Oh relax, he's fine." Willow shook her head. "He didn't even fall over, Kara -- it can't have hurt that bad."

"I guess." Kara sighed. "Sorry, I'm--...I just need to relax. You're right; he'll be fine."

"Yeah," added Joule, "think about the professor on the first day of class. She was making him squeal and he was totally fine afterwards, right?" The Jolteon folded her arms across her chest. "I figure as long as he isn't twitching and making mewling sounds, he's gotta be alright."

"Besides, if a Nidoqueen can't pop his balls, what's the worst that I could possibly do?" Por furrowed her brow. "Now stand back, I want another shot at this."

Leon was helpless to do anything but watch as the female took a few steps back to give herself a running start, then launched another kick up into his defenseless jewels, her paw slamming up into his basket with even more force than before. That would have been bad enough, but apparently the Vaporeon had decided to tack on an actual attack as well, judging from the splash of water that flew off her foot as she made contact. Leon could practically see the steam rising from his groin as water met fire, his manhood squashed agonizingly in-between.

The Charmeleon quivered, his knees shaking slightly as his body tried to process the flood of pain signals coming from his groin. His stomach seemed to be doing somersaults from the force of the impact. Still though, he stayed upright, frozen in position, even if he wanted nothing more than to curl up and clutch himself.

"...Better," Por said, still not entirely pleased. "I got a reaction, at least."

"That looked pretty good to me," said Joule. "Follow that up with a Hydro Pump and an opponent would be toast."

"Yeah, but I want to be able to knock someone out without using my special attacks, and I feel like all my physical attacks suck. I wish I could learn Mega Kick or something like that."

"You should try Iron Tail," commented Willow. "I imagine that'd work pretty well."

"Ooh, good point." The Vaporeon curled her tail up around her shoulder to glance at her flukes, exposing her tight rear in the process. "I have been working it out recently."

"Well then, show us," said Joule, grinning. "Crunch those balls."

She grinned back. "Alright. Somebody spread his legs a little more for me."

Leon was still reeling from the last blow, and so he hardly noticed as the females positioned him again, spreading his legs apart to steady him and to present the Vaporeon with an easier target. His balls dangled enticingly, the heavy orbs awaiting the next round of blows, his engorged cock still pulsing just above.

"He's not going soft, is he?" asked Willow, gazing at his member for a moment.

"With this many beautiful girls around? I don't think so." Joule grinned. "There's no stopping male hormones, after all."

Willow smirked. "Man, tonight is gonna be fun."

"Hey, gimme some room," interrupted Por. The Vaporeon moved into a fighting stance, her tail raised high, eyes narrowed in concentration. She paused for a moment, focusing on her target, then launched herself forward. In a graceful movement the female spun, whipping her tail behind her and up into the Charmeleon's dragonhood with a solid whump.

Leon's eyes watered, his tailflame flaring as his gonads were smashed with overwhelming force. For a moment the Charmeleon just heard a dull ringing in his ears, the raw power of the blow forcing any other thoughts from his head -- and then the pain hit. This time, not even Paralysis could keep the male standing. Slowly and soundlessly Leon sunk to his knees, the Vaporeon's tail still trapped between his legs. Shakily his paws drifted towards his groin, trying to cup his battered babymakers and at least confirm that they were still there.

Joule chuckled. "I think you got him good, sis."

"Yes! Oh that felt good." The water-type happily withdrew her tail, once again curling it up over her shoulder. "It's really weird. I could feel his nuts, like...squished against my tail. They're like big hard-boiled eggs or something."

"Heh...that's kind of a funny mental image," laughed Willow. "I like that."

"Except that boiled eggs would be scrambled after that kind of a hit," said the Jolteon.

Meanwhile, Leon was still coming to grips with the adrenalized agony racing through his body. Arceus...the pain! The Charmeleon tried to force his gaze upward to look at Por, praying for some sympathy from his attacker, but he couldn't look much higher than his own eye-level. Instead, from where he had fallen on his knees, he was presented with a clear shot of the Vaporeon's ass, her tail still lifted high and exposing her toned rear to him.

Leon decided to focus on that, at least.

As he was enjoying the view, though, trying to distract himself from the agony in his gut, he noticed something a bit concerning. From his current position he couldjust steal the occasional glance at her slit, a hint of pink showing between those firm thighs...and from the look of things, she was absolutely dripping wet. Leon tried to reassure himself. Maybe she was still wet from masturbating earlier, or maybe just soaked from battling -- she was a water-type, after all. She couldn't actually be getting off on busting his balls, could she?

The male didn't have much time to dwell on that, though, as Joule grabbed one of his arms and quickly hoisted him back up to his feet. "Alright, let me take a crack at this," she said, positioning him once more with his legs spread. "I wanna see how fast I can drop him."

Leon watched through a haze of pain as she set his body in place. This was going to be bad.

"You need any help setting up?" asked Willow.

"Nope, I think I can handle this on my own," the Jolteon replied, grinning as she finished her preparations. The female took a few steps back to prepare herself. "Just watch this!--"

And with that Joule was a blur of motion, body rocketing forward on the offensive. Before anyone had time to react, she was in front of Leon, launching a vicious kick up into his groin -- followed immediately by a second, even more powerful kick from her other leg. Both blows struck the Charmeleon with brutal force, each crushing his aching pair into his pelvis. The Jolteon kept her foot lodged in his crotch for an extra moment, pressing his balls flat against the hard bone.

"Ooh, Double Kick," murmured Por appreciatively. "Good choice."

Immediately Leon felt the agony crawling through his gut, a wave of nausea washing over his entire body. That alone was more than enough for the Charmeleon to start sinking to the floor -- but Joule intervened, quickly grabbing one of the male's arms. Before Leon knew what was happening he had been flipped over the female's shoulder, crashing down onto the floor with a heavy thud. And then--

--and then the male was in a very compromising position, in more ways than one. As soon as he had hit the floor, Joule had sprung on top of him, pinning his arms and legs to prevent any possible counterattack, and as a result...well, as a result they were basically in a sixty-nine position. With his neck frozen stiff, Leon had nowhere to look but directly at the Jolteon's sex, the same slit he'd been plunging his fingers into just a few minutes prior. Despite the danger of the situation and the horrible ache in his abdomen, Leon couldn't help but drink in the view for a moment...almost literally. From the look of things, Joule was just as wet as her sister, if not more so. The Charmeleon felt his blood run cold for a second time. Again, Leon prayed that it was the thrill of the battle that had turned her on, or maybe his earlier performance, and not crushing his--

--but before the Charmeleon could finish that thought, something came thudding down into his ballsac, crushing its contents against the ground. Leon felt the urge to yelp as a strong shock raced through his system...followed by the urge to squeal as the wave of agony from his balls followed shortly after. What the hell was that? She was moving so fast -- before the male could even force his eyes downward, she'd hit him a second time, and then a third. Leon's eyes watered as he watched her raise her arm a fourth time, her closed fist crackling with electricity, and...oh Arceus, she was using Thunder Punch?!

Leon's body gave a short twitch as Joule landed another punch on his family jewels, the twin orbs bouncing with the impact for a moment before they were crushed again by her other fist. The female continued to alternate rapidly, treating the Charmeleon's spuds like a makeshift punching bag, sparks flying as she pummeled his package. The Jolteon hit an eighth...ninth...tenth time before finally starting to slow down, delivering a solid eleventh punch, a glancing twelfth, and a half-hearted thirteenth. She watched for another moment as Leon's balls bounced around a final time before coming to a stop, a slightly angrier shade of red-orange than they had been a few moments prior.

"Well?" Joule looked up at her female companions, breathing heavily. "What do you think? Would he be down after that?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so," replied Por, eyes wide. "Geez, sis, have you been practicing?"

"Yeah, a little, but not on actual guys -- just on the speedbag at the gym." She grinned. "It's like the professor said: as long as you hit fast and hard, you can get the advantage over a guy really quickly."

"Remind me to practice with you later," said Willow admiringly."You could teach me a thing or two."

"Sure thing!" Joule replied happily.

Beneath the Jolteon, Leon tried to cup his battered balls, or to draw his legs in, or to do anything that would help him cover up his poor gonads. His mouth opened and closed, trying to make some exclamation of pain or suffering, but try as he might nothing would come out. Every so often a leg or an arm would twitch, but that was more an involuntary reaction than anything -- Leon felt sure that if he wasn't Paralyzed, he'd be twitching quite a bit.

"Anyway, that's all I wanted to do." The Jolteon climbed back to her feet, giving the male's sac one last parting slap as she stood up. "Kara, you wanna go next?"

"Huh?" The Kadabra blushed. "Oh, uh, I dunno. I was thinking I might just watch."

"What?" exclaimed Willow. "Oh come on, psychic-girl, you need the physical training more than any of us." She smirked. "We already know you're good at playing mind games with your men -- now show us what your body can do."

Kara blushed even harder. "Well, if you insist...can you help me pull him up first?"

With that the two female 'mon each hooked an elbow with the fallen Charmeleon, struggling to pull him to his feet. After a few moments the pair succeeded in pulling him upright...but as soon as they let go of his arms, the male slid back down to the ground, his legs too weak to support his weight.

Willow looked down at Leon with a frown. "Well. Looks like you busted him pretty good, Joule."

The Jolteon beamed a satisfied smile.

"Hmm..." Por thought for a moment. "Kara, you could hold him in place with Psychic, right? Even if he can't stand up on his own, that might be enough."

"Hold him and kick him at the same time?" The Kadabra considered the proposal. "That's a lot to focus on, but I suppose I could use the multitasking practice."

"Alright, then," said Joule, folding her arms across her chest, "show us what you've got."

Leon had been slumped on the ground for a minute now, wondering if steel-type males had to deal with this kind of pain, when suddenly an unseen force began to lift him. Judging from the blue glow in his peripheral vision, it had to be Kara using Psychic again -- this time to prop him back up in a standing position. The Charmeleon felt a growing sense of dread as she nudged his legs apart, making sure his balls hung freely in the open.

Some of that dread, however, was offset by an unexpected tug at his member. Leon's eyes opened wide as something wrapped itself around his still-throbbing length, stroking gently from tip to base and back again. The Paralyzed 'mon managed to look down with some effort, trying to figure out who it was that had taken pity on him, but he was surprised to find that there was no one anywhere near him. There'd didn't seem to be anything touching him at all -- except for that soft blue glow, anyway.

Relax, rang out a voice in his head. It's just me. Leon forced his eyes up again in time to see the Kadabra give him a coy smile, just as the unseen force around his cock gave a particularly strong squeeze. A tiny shudder ran through the Charmeleon as she gave his pride a few more quick strokes, the length straining eagerly in her invisible grip. Oh, having her as a girlfriend was going to be fun.

Por interrupted the brief moment of bliss. "So are you gonna kick him or what?"

"Right right," she replied, shaking her head. "Let's see."

Leon felt a sharp pang of disappointment as the sensation around his member suddenly melted away, leaving him throbbing in the open air. That disappointment grew much further as he watched Kara take a step closer, her eyes narrowing as her focus shifted to an even more sensitive part of his anatomy.

Kara stopped and thought for a moment, trying to focus. The Kadabra took a moment to prepare herself -- physical attacks were less than her forte -- then propelled herself forward and let her foot fly up between his legs, her instep striking a glancing blow across his danglers before hitting his inner thigh with a firmthud.

Internally, Leon let out a long groan, his knees quivering at the leaden ache in his gut...though to be honest, it could have been a lot worse. This wasn't nearly the kind of bone-crunching blow his last two attackers had delivered -- nothing like having his spunk-makers forcibly jammed into his stomach. And of course, it certainly didn't hurt when Kara quickly resumed her stroking of his cock once more, the invisible hand gliding smoothly around his shaft and picking up where it had left off...

Looking up, the Charmeleon managed to lock eyes with Kara, and as soon as he saw the apologetic look on her face he understood: she didn't want to bust his balls, at least not any more than was necessary. That explained the lackluster kick, as well as the secretive handjob, which was helping to take the edge off the pain. It was awfully effective, he noted. Leon decided that he wouldn't mind getting Paralyzed more often, if it meant that more girls would feel compelled to jerk him off.

Joule wasn't quite as pleased. "Harder!" she urged. "You need practice, Kara -- that barely hit him."

"Alright, I guess." Kara took a step back again. "Sorry -- I don't use my physical attacks very often, so they're not very polished."

Por nodded. "Not a problem. That's what this session is for."

"Exactly," said Joule. "Now focus. For now, you'll want to hit him right in the center of the sac, so that no matter which way his balls go they'll still be trapped by your foot."

Kara blushed. "Is there really that much technique to it?"

"Oh yeah," Joule replied. "If you're really precise, you can even choose whether to attack the left nut or the right nut. It's much easier to take a guy down when you're focusing on just one ball."

"Ah. Well, I think I'll stick to basics for now." The Kadabra took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

This time the attack landed much more squarely. Leon felt another jolt of pain rush through his body as she made contact, his balls rolling off in opposite directions to rest on either side of her foot. He felt the nausea rise in his gut for a moment, along with a brief moment of dizziness. That was a good bit more painful than her first kick...but again, it was nothing compared to some of the attacks he'd suffered through earlier. Besides, he was quickly distracted as that invisible something clamped down on his cock again, squeezing the eager flesh as if to make up for the blow to the groin. The Charmeleon shivered slightly, halfway between pain and pleasure. All things considered, this actually wasn't too bad -- this he could live with. For the first time since he'd been Paralyzed, Leon allowed himself to relax. At least he could be sure that Kara wasn't going to break anything.

The other girls, however, were not as pleased with her tactics. "Kara, you've got to give him at least one real kick," Willow complained. "You're not going to damage your boytoy, don't worry."

"I know, I know," she replied guiltily. "I just don't wanna hurt him any more than we have to, y'know?"

Joule grinned. "Hard to beat the stuffing out the boy you have a huge crush on, eh?"

"Well yeah, that too. He doesn't deserve all this crap."

"Then you'll just have to imagine he's someone who does deserve a kick in the balls," Willow interjected. "C'mon, I'm sure there's someone out there you'd love to rack. What about that pervy Scyther guy who's always spying on you through the window?"

Kara stopped, turning to face the Weavile. "Wait...what?"

"You know -- that kid in our Hand-to-Hand tactics class who's always hanging out in the tree outside our dorm room. He's been watching through your window every day for the past week. It's kind of cute, in a creepy stalker sort of way..." Willow's voice trailed off as she noticed the look on the Kadabra's face. "W-...Wait, you mean you didn't know?"

"Um, no?! Was anyone planning on telling me?!"

The other three females glanced at each other awkwardly. "We all, uh..." Por cleared her throat. "We all sorta assumed you knew. Particularly given the show you were giving him yesterday."

"You mean someone was..." Kara stopped mid-sentence, blushing furiously as she thought back to the rather intimate session she'd had with her trusty spoon the previous afternoon. She stood there processing for a few moments, mouth hanging open, until suddenly her gaze hardened into a glare, her fists clenching tightly. "Oh that bug is fucking DEAD. Son of a bitch--"

Meanwhile, Leon had spent the last few minutes trying to get his hips to move, desperate to thrust up against the invisible hand wrapped teasingly around his length. Kara's stroking had gradually slowed, but the male's libido raged on. Her touch was just enough to push him towards the edge, but not enough to push him over it -- instead his arousal just kept climbing, until the Charmeleon felt ready to explode. His tailflame roared as the heat inside continued to grow, his pride throbbing needfully in front of him, his balls boiling with seed despite their recent abuse. All it would take was a couple quick thrusts, or a few more quick strokes -- any kind of friction at all, really.

The overworked male quivered in place, riding on the edge of an orgasm, silently begging for someone to help him over the edge. Despite the agony radiating from his groin, Leon felt ready to blow his second load of the afternoon. He might even have gotten there on his own, if it weren't for the thigh that suddenly came thundering up between his legs, squashing his already-aching orbs up into his pelvis. Leon's eyes shot open in shock, searching for a moment before coming to rest on Kara, the one girl he'd trusted not to break his balls. The Charmeleon gasped wordlessly for a moment before managing a quiet squeak, as if to ask, Why?

Kara just grit her teeth. "Sorry," she growled, before drawing her leg back and slamming it upwards once again. She could picture the perv who'd been spying on her -- hell, they'd fought in a mock battle just a few days ago. Was that why he'd looked so smug the whole time? The bastard. If they ever battled again, she'd have to be sure to knock his nuts up into his throat -- or maybe just rip 'em off entirely. After crushing them flat, of course. With that thought she brought her knee up one final time, grinding it up into Leon's groin for a moment before letting it drop and forcing herself to walk away.

At the same time the Kadabra let go of her psychic restraints, letting the beaten fire-type crumple to the ground once again. Leon dropped like a stone, still unable to move, even if his body demanded he curl into the fetal position. Instead he just landed flat on his back, taking in shallow gasps of air, his legs still spread and his nutsac still open to whatever the girls had in mind next. Leon couldn't remember ever being in so much pain -- not even the professor had put him through this much agony. And of course, all the while his member continued to stand straight up from his crotch, the pink length engorged with arousal even if his nuts had been bashed to the edge of bursting.

Kara looked down at her boyfriend for a moment, panting with exertion. "Ugh. Damn Scyther."

"Done?" asked Joule cautiously.

Kara let out an aggravated sigh, turning to face her roommates with an exasperated look. "Yes...but just so you all know, we are definitely talking about this later."

Por nodded quickly. "Sure sure, of course...but how was it? The ballbusting, I mean?"

Kara actually had to stop for a moment to consider the question. "Well...actually, that felt pretty good," she admitted sheepishly.

"See? We told you so," Joule said, looking down at the male lying spread-eagle on the floor. "And he's fine -- hardly a scratch on him."

"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right. I shouldn't be so worried." The Kadabra exhaled, trying to relax after the rush of anger. "Still, I'm surprised he's in such good shape. I got a bit carried away there...I was kneeing him pretty hard. Sorry, Leon."

"I don't think he can hear you, sweetheart," Joule said, chuckling. She bent down to look more closely at the Charmeleon's ballsac. "You'd be surprised how much abuse a guy's testicles can take. I mean, they're needed in order to reproduce, so evolution made damn sure they could take a couple hits and still work."

"Evolution, eh?" Por grinned. "You think we could bust him even harder if he was a Charizard?"

"Probably." Joule poked at the male's swollen sac with a toe. "We'd have a bigger target to work with, anyway."

Willow grinned. "I wouldn't mind bringing a Charizard to his knees. Maybe next semester. For now, though," the Weavile stated, dropping to her knees, "it is definitely my turn. Lemme see these."

Oh Arceus! Leon felt his stomach lurch as the Weavile roughly grabbed his nutsac, pulling the orbs tight in a vicious claw-grip. "You're right, Kara, he's big," she commented, sizing up the male's package. Experimentally she flicked each of his gonads with a claw, the Charmeleon's leg twitching each time she made contact.

This continued for a few moments before Willow let go of her grip on his balls, instead merely hefting their weight in a paw. Leon let out a mental sigh of relief as she finally let go of his damaged dragonmakers -- but only for a moment. Suddenly a blinding agony took over his body as she grabbed him again, this time focusing on just his left ball. The fire-type found himself unable to scream as the Weavile pinched his nut between two claws, the pointed tips almost meeting in the middle of his distorted testicle.

"They're funny little things, aren't they?" she mused, examining the orb. "Squishy."

Leon searched desperately for a way to signal the female to stop, but instead she merely moved on to his other ball, this time using both sets of claws to hold it in place. The Charmeleon teetered on the edge of unconsciousness as she gave the scaly sphere a firm squeeze, stressing it to the breaking point.

"Oh wow!" she giggled. "I felt my claws touch! I didn't realize you could do that without popping it."

"Really?" asked Por curiously. "Hang on, let me try."

A tortured mewl escaped the Charmeleon's throat as the Vaporeon reached over and clamped down on his other gonad, squeezing it brutally between her fingers. Slowly but surely her fingers sunk into the trapped orb, until finally...

"Wow, you're right!" she exclaimed. "It just sort of squishes around your fingers...that's so weird." She glanced up at Leon's frozen face. "Can't imagine this feels too good for you, huh?"

"Oh, he'll be fine," said Joule, arms folded across her chest. "As long as we don't damage anything, anyway. Besides, look at his cock -- he's still hard as a rock."

"Yeah, I guess so." Por took a moment to gaze at Leon's pulsing length, even as she continued to prod at the male's testicle. "Still, can't say I envy him right now -- this has gotta be pretty uncomfortable."

'Uncomfortable' didn't begin to describe it. Leon had never realized it was even possible to be in this much pain -- between the paws crushing his left nut and the claws digging into his right, it felt like a Snorlax was stomping on his balls. Not that that mental image helped, imagining his balls being liquified by one 'mon instead of two. Oh Arceus, why had he agreed to this; why couldn't he just pass out already--

"I guess that's enough." Por let go of the Charmeleon's tortured nut, the orb reinflating to a distorted approximation of its usual shape. "We don't want to hurt him too bad, after all. Willow, you done yet?"

Willow frowned. "Eh, I guess." She gave Leon one more hard squeeze for good measure, his leg twitching in response to the added pressure. "I feel like I don't have the arm strength for this, though. I gotta figure out a better way to crush 'em. Maybe...hmm. Maybe I could try stomping on them?"

Kara shook her head. "Don't you remember? The professor said that's one of the easiest ways to pop one -- you're only supposed to do it if you really need the advantage."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we promised Leon he'd be leaving with both his balls," Joule added, looking down at the male.

Willow harumphed. "Well that sucks. He can't stand up any more, so I can't kick him..."

"Could you maybe just stand on them?" Por asked. "I mean, that'd give you an idea what stomping feels like, without actually having to do it."

"Are we sure that's safe?" asked Kara hesitantly. "I don't wanna ruin him or anything."

"Oh come on," Willow replied, "they're practically made of rubber -- they can take a little weight." The female weighed the Charmeleon's balls in her paw, giving the twin orbs a rough squeeze. "Besides, you've got a good grasp on Psychic, right? That should let you keep an eye on his balls. You can keep a lookout, and if it gets to a point where I'm gonna break something, tell me and I'll stop. Promise. It'll all be alright." The Weavile smirked. "After all, even if something does happen, it's not like he needs both of 'em."

"Willow!" Kara said, shocked.

"Well he doesn't," she replied matter-of-factly. "Plenty of guys lose a nut in this league and they're fine."

"Well sure," the Kadabra argued, "but that's an accident, not something you go about doing on purpose!"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Anyway, the point is that you can keep a lookout and any time you want me to stop, I'll stop. Deal?"

Kara glanced down at the Charmeleon for a moment, gaze hovering on his already swollen ballsac. "Alright," she reluctantly agreed, "but you have to stop if I say so."

"But of course," she drawled sarcastically.

"This is gonna be so hot," Joule grinned.

Willow took a few steps towards the supine lizard, taking a moment to nudge his legs further apart for better access. She looked down at his scrotum for a moment, examining the twin orbs. "So...which one do you think I should step on?"

"Which one's bigger?" asked Por.

"Good question." She placed her foot atop the male's battered spuds, flexing her toes to better feel their size. "The left one, I think, though it might just be more swollen."

"Well, step on that one. It's biggest, so it can probably take the most weight, right?" Por shrugged. "That'd make sense to me, anyway."

"It's also going to be the nut with the most nerves," Joule noted.

"Perfect!" Willow grinned widely. "Then let's get this party started." Without further ado she positioned herself, resting her foot above the Charmeleon's larger left gonad and beginning to bear down...

Leon's mind was still swimming from the last round of squeezing he'd been put through -- it was hard enough just staying conscious, never mind following the girls' conversation. That being said, he definitely did notice when something began pressing down on his poor jewels once more, the gentle pressure slowly growing in intensity until alarm bells began to go off in his head.

Unfortunately for Leon, Willow was quickly getting tired of the slow and steady approach. Realizing that at the current rate this would take far too long, the Weavile suddenly shifted about half her weight onto the scaly egg, sighing with satisfaction as the spud began to flatten accordingly.

Leon's hard skipped a beat at the sudden increase in pressure -- and then a wave of nausea came crashing over him, worse than any other nutpain he'd felt that afternoon. Behind his frozen facade, the Charmeleon was almost delirious with agony: unable to protect himself, he could do nothing but watch as his gonad slowly distorted under the female's weight. The male was forced to lie still as the Weavile continued her work.

Willow, for her part, was reveling in the feeling of the male's nutmeat squishing slowly between her toeclaws, the rubbery orb unable to keep its oval shape under the increasing pressure. "You have got to try this sometime," she said to the other females, a stupid grin on her face as she continued to shift her weight forward. "It feels so good between your toes -- I don't know how to explain it."

"Well then keep going!" Por encouraged. The Vaporeon was biting her lip, obviously quite excited. One of her paws had begun to drift lower, quietly making its way towards her slit.

Leon could feel his world starting to turn black as Willow continued to crush his manhood, her bare foot bringing impossible pain to his bare balls. Somewhere in the back of his mind the Charmeleon wondered how many other males had been through this kind of experience: forced to watch as their testicles were slowly ground to a pulp under a female's foot. Hopefully not many.

Willow continued along happily, continuing to add weight to her victim's trapped spunk-maker, but Kara was beginning to worry. If her senses were right, Leon was starting to get into trouble. "Willow, you're really close to popping his nut," the psychic warned. "I think you should probably stop."

"Oh c'mon, just a little more?" she begged. "I've got almost all my weight on it, it's just the tiniest bit more to go."

The Kadabra bit her lip, glancing down at the paralyzed Charmeleon. Already his ball had been squashed flatter than she thought possible. "Well...alright," she relented. "But be careful. Do it slowly."

"Of course," Willow replied, grinning. "I want to savor this, after all."

Leon gurgled as the Weavile continued to shift the last of her weight onto his poor gonad, which by now had begun squishing outwards on either side of her paw. All conscious thought was forced from his mind by the crushing force applied to the most delicate part of his anatomy. Even through his Paralysis, his hips began to spasm slightly, trying to dislodge the female and salvage whatever was left of his dragonhood. And yet despite it all, the Charmeleon's member continued to stand proudly, the stiff length denied too many times to give up now. In fact, he'd even begun to drool a thin stream of precum...though it was hard to say whether that was caused by his arousal or by Willow physically forcing it from his swollen balls.

The expression on Willow's face appeared almost orgasmic as she carefully brought the last of her weight down on Leon's poor nut, the abused orb trembling dangerously beneath the pressure. The female paused for a long moment...then broke into a huge smile. "That's it!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I'm standing on it! I'm standing on his nut!"

"Prove it!" called out Joule.

"Of course," she replied, grinning. "Wait wait, ready? Watch this." There was another moment's pause, and then...

Por whistled. "Nicely done!" exclaimed the Vaporeon.

Leon opened his eyes to a sight he would unfortunately never be able to forget: the Weavile balancing on one leg, his flattened testicle trapped firmly underfoot. His nutflesh bulged obscenely from between her toeclaws, seeking some escape from the ungodly pressure, finding only the bare minimum of space necessary for survival. He could see several of her claws poised dangerously over bubbles of nutmeat, just millimeters from the surface of his ballsac, the razor-sharp tips ready to puncture the bloated protrusions. And as soon as one bubble was popped...well, there was no way his ball would be anything but a mushy mess.

Meanwhile, Willow was busy celebrating her victory. "Oh Arceus," the Weavile gushed, looking down with glee at her toes, "you have no idea how good this feels. It's just...it's really satisfying, for some reason."

"Resilient little things, aren't they?" commented the Vaporeon. "I'm still amazed they can take that much weight."

"Yeah, well, his ball's right on the edge of bursting," Kara commented, a mild look of worry on her face. "Willow, if you hadn't skipped breakfast this morning I think Leon might be missing a testicle right about now."

"Well I guess it's a good thing I skipped, then," said the Weavile, grinning. "Although I must say...I am kinda curious how it would feel to have one pop between my toes."

"Willow," the Kadabra warned.

"I know, I know, I wasn't going to. I'm just...curious." She looked down. "Maybe in a battle someday or something. Somebody who doesn't deserve 'em. That Torterra who keeps chatting me up in math class could probably stand to lose a nut or two."

"I look forward to it," Kara replied, still with a tone of urgency in her voice. "Now would you mind getting off my boyfriend's balls?"

"Oh fine." The Weavile flexed her toeclaws one more time, grinning, before setting her other paw down, mercifully taking her weight off of Leon's dragonhood. The Charmeleon was too far gone to even notice as Willow finally stepped away, her weight coming off of his now-flattened gonad. The female frowned slightly as she set her foot back down on solid ground, disappointed at the lack of anything rubbery beneath her toes.

The rest of the group, however, was still focused on the handiwork she'd left behind. "Wow, look at it," whispered Por. "It's so flat." Sure enough, the Charmeleon's testicle remained paper-thin, the Weavile's three-toed footprint clearly indented in the center.

"Not really a 'ball' anymore, is it?" remarked Joule with a grin. "Willow, you might not have popped his nut, but I've got a feeling Leon here might be shooting blanks for a while."

"Do you really think it's gonna stay like that?" asked Willow, a hint of concern in her voice. "I mean, I didn't mean to crush it or anything. What do we do if it doesn't, y'know...reinflate?"

Kara sighed. "I can fix that," she answered, raising a spoon.

Leon could do nothing except let out a quiet squeak as the Kadabra focused her energy on his gonad, using Psychic once more in order to crush his ball back into shape. Much to Willow's relief, the flattened orb slowly regained its original shape, albeit several sizes larger than it had been before.

"Wow...it's really swollen," giggled Por, bending down to hold the oversized nut in her paws. She compared it briefly to its brother, the ball that Willow had spared. "And I thought his nuts were swollen before. Hope that's not a problem."

"Yeah," said Kara, "as far as I can tell everything should be alright. Nothing seems to be broken, just squashed a bit. As long as he rests up, he'll be fine. Of course, that having been said, I think we should probably call it a day...for Leon's sake."

"Sounds reasonable," said Joule.

"Everyone get all the practice they need?" asked Kara

"I'm all set," said Por.

"Same," echoed Joule.

"...I wouldn't mind one more kick, to be honest," said Willow, still looking down at the Charmeleon.

Kara scowled at her.

"Oh fine," the Weavile said, relenting. "I guess I'm done too, then."

"Great. Then let's get Leon back to our room where he can rest up." The Kadabra looked up. "Joule, you said you had a Cheri berry?"

"Oh, right." The Jolteon grabbed her pack, rifling through the bag until she came across a container of large red berries. "Here we are -- instant paralysis cure. One should do it. He probably can't chew it, so just drip some of the juice into his mouth and he should start coming around in a few seconds."

"Alright." Kara took the fruit from her roommate, kneeling down beside Leon. Gently she pried his muzzle open, holding the berry about his mouth and slicing it open with a fingertips.

As soon as the first few drops had fallen into Leon's mouth, his body began moving again -- slowly but surely. The Charmeleon instantly began curling into a ball, his claws moving to clutch his tortured ballsac. Unfortunately, the instinctual impulse to collapse into the fetal position did nothing to soothe the apocalyptic agony radiating from his gonads and overloading his nervous system -- though it did help cover them from any further attacks. There was that, at least.

"Heh." Joule chuckled. "That's your standard ballbusted male, alright -- trying to double up and protect the goods. I bet he's been dying to do that ever since we started."

Kara continued to drip berry juice into Leon's mouth, trying to restore more of his mobility -- though the Charmeleon didn't seem particularly eager to leave his current crumpled position. The Kadabra continued to administer the juice for another minute before finally stopping, confident that his paralysis was be mostly gone.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, looking down into his eyes. "Hey, Leon. You alright?"

Leon was far beyond hearing at the moment...though he was trying to say something. At the moment, though, all he could manage was a soft, high-pitched whine

"Leon?" Kara repeated, still searching for a response. She waved a paw in front of his eyes. "Huh. He's not responding."

"He probably just a little overwhelmed," said Willow. "We've gotta give him a few minutes to loosen up again."

"Well, we only have the practice arena until...oh shit," said Kara, glancing at the clock in the corner of the room. "The next group is gonna be here any minute now -- we've gotta get moving. Where should we put Leon?"

"Well," said Por, "we were already planning on inviting him to our room later...wanna just bring him over now?"

Just then, Leon interrupted with a high, pained squeak, rocking over onto his side, paws still clasped tightly between his legs. "Ohh," he moaned. "My...my BALLS!"

"Yeah," added Joule, largely ignoring the Charmeleon, "if we take him to our room, we can make sure he's alright while he's recovering. That, and make sure no one else hears him squealing about his balls for the next hour."

"Heh. Sounds like a plan -- to our room it is." The Kadabra grabbed her bag, slinging it over a shoulder. "Let's get out of here, then."

Moments later the group was scurrying down the hallway towards their room, carrying a moaning, crumpled Charmeleon between them.