MHA After Class Part 4
***A/N: Quick note, the imbedded link you'll see is an image of La Brava's outfit, drawn by a great bb and cb artist, Noviceartista. Check them out, there'll be some link in the comments. Anyways, the chapter idea was given by a fellow reader,*** u/statege_2 ***so big thanks to them.***
***I did proofread, but I probably missed something like always, so sorry about that. Anyways, as always, thanks for reading and be sure to upvote and comment any thoughts or ideas you had, I'm always happy to read them. Until next time!***
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It had been just over a month and a half since the beginning of the Genital Training Class, and Midoriya was at the point where he was silently hoping his balls would at some point finally pop, just so he wouldn’t be subjected anymore to the torture-thinly-disguised-as-training that he’d been enduring.
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That’s not to say he wanted to be a eunuch, far from it. Like most guys, he was rather attached to his pair, both physically and otherwise. However, the absolute agony his gonads has been forced through had made the hero student reconsider said attachment.
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Over the course of the last 6 weeks, Midoriya had had his nuts crushed against, squashed beneath and splattered across the feet, thighs and/or knuckles of half a dozen pro heroes, all of whom were his own teachers. It’s an incredibly strange experience, having your teacher go from teaching you English one minute, to trying to crush your balls with her knee the next. And as sexy as his teachers were, no amount of eye candy was going to be worth the abuse they dished out below the belt every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
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However, that isn’t to say it was all bad. Although he did additionally get his balls busted by his mom on the weekends, she was also somewhat gentler and as a bonus, after they were done, she always let him finish, either in her mouth, on her face or on her tits.
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It was a much-needed relief from the agony afflicted upon his groin over the week, but it was only that: A short relief. Once the weekend ended, he and his classmates were right back at it, getting their private parts kicked, punched, kneed, etc into their throats, with their only options being to endure or fail.
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“Midoriya?”
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The young hero-in-training was broken from his thoughts as his name was called. Glancing up, he saw Midnight at the door, dressed in her usual hero costume. She held a clipboard in one hand, a pair of reading glasses sitting on her nose as she glanced over at him, an expectant look on her face.
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With a start, he realized that it was finally his turn, and he hurriedly stood up, a slight blush on his face as he made his way over to the R-rated heroine. As he did so, he quickly quickly glanced around at his fellow classmates, coincidentally meeting Ochako’s gaze as she sat in her own seat beside Momo. The gravity girl flashed him a quick smile and a thumbs up, which he swiftly returned.
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Upon coming to a stop before Midnight, the sexy heroine gave him an appraising look before nodding and gesturing him to follow, which he did.
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The two of them walked down the hall together, Midoriya’s heart hammering in his chest from nervousness. The teachers had been very tight-lipped regarding any details about what was going to happen today, saying only that “it’s time you guys got some… practical experience” whatever the hell that meant.
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What was especially worrying was that the absolute torture the teachers had collectively put them all through apparently didn’t qualify as ‘practical experience.’ Which begged the question: What \*did\* qualify as practical experience?
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“There we go Mina. We’re almost there…”
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Blinking in confusion, Deku looked past Midnight’s shoulder to see none other than Pro Hero Mandalay, wearing her hero costume, helping a nude, hunched-over Mina shuffle down the hall. Ashido was not looking well, hands clasped firmly to her no-doubt agonized pussy as she sorta waddled down the hall, looking somewhat green in the face despite her pink skin.
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The nervousness in Midoriya’s gut doubled as he realized that he really was going to be in for a world of hurt.
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He and Midnight moved around the agonized hero student and the teacher assisting her, Mina seemingly not even acknowledging they were there, while Mandalay shot them a tense grin as she helped the girl along, likely taking her to Recovery Girl’s office.
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Eventually Midnight and Midoriya arrived at a door with a black #5 printed on it, and it was then that the pro hero finally turned to him and spoke.
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“Alrighty Midoriya, I’m sure you’re curious as to what’s about to happen.”He gave a hesitant nod.
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“Well, inside this room…” She tapped the door lightly with a knuckle. “…is a villainess. A villainess who is trying to get some time off her sentence by offering her services to us. It’s part of the new Voluntary Labor Initiative. Anyway, she’ll be the one busting your balls today.”
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Midoriya stared at Midnight for a couple seconds, mouth hanging open in shock as he struggled to think of what to say. Eventually, he settled on, “…who?”
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The heroine smirked. “It’s actually someone you should be somewhat familiar with, as you’re the one who took her down, or at least, you took down her partner in crime.”
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Deku opened his mouth to speak, but Midnight continued on. “Now, you won’t be in there by yourself, I’ll be watching closely, just to make sure nothing goes wrong…” She looked down at her clipboard. “…again.” That last word was muttered, too quiet for Midoriya to properly make out.
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“Anyways, once you enter, you are to strip naked and allow the villainess to bust your balls anyway she desires.”
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“O-okay. How long do I need to last?” Midoriya inquired, silently hoping that it wouldn’t be that long.
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“There isn’t a time limit for this test.” The young hero student felt his gut sink at those words, a look of disbelief coming over his face. “You will be busted until she deems you to have passed, so how long that takes is entirely up to her.” Midnight glanced over and, upon seeing his distraught expression, let out a sigh.
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“I know what you’re thinking, but I promise you Midoriya, this training really is to your benefit, even if it doesn’t seem like it now. The villain inside this room will be really putting your pair through the ringer, more than any of your teachers have, myself included.” She gave him something of a kind, understanding smile. “If it helps, this test is well known as one of the worst, second only to the final at the end of the semester. If you pass this, it should be relatively smooth sailing from here. Okay?”
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The young man gulped, heart thudding heavily in his chest, but he eventually nodded.
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Midnight nodded back. “Okay.” With that, she opened the door wide. “After you.”
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Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, quickly looking around.
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There wasn’t much inside the room itself. A wooden chair with a cushion was up against a nearby wall, with a simple metal table sitting in the dead center of the room. And sitting in a chair facing the door, handcuffed to said metal table, was La Brava.
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Midoriya hadn’t seen the short-stack villainess for almost two years now, not since he’d taken down her and Gentle Criminal during the UA festival. And while he certainly hadn’t forgotten either of them, seeing her here, well, it caught him off guard.
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This naturally wasn’t helped at all by the fact that her outfit was rather… [revealing.](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1065516143105806356/1176239407087489224/la_brava_sola_1.jpg?ex=65775fd0&is=6564ead0&hm=00eb55dba1c8563ffb9be810bc8cfdf0bc48c413dcefe685f89a528be8975f55&)
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She wore a thin, two piece set of violet-colored lingerie that only barely covered her privates. Her panties were nothing more than a thin strip of cloth that hugged her crotch tightly, held together only by two strings that ran over her sizable hips on either side to connect just above her ass.
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Her tits had a similarly thin line of violet cloth running across her chest, narrowly covering her nipples as another piece of cloth ran underneath each breast, helping to support her generous bust while still teasingly revealing as much skin as feasibly possible.
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For a moment, Midoriya couldn’t help but stare at her nearly nude form in shock, gaze roving over the short-stack’s almost non-existent outfit.
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“Ahem.” Midnight cleared her throat from behind him, sending a wave of red over Midoriya’s face as he sheepishly shuffled further into the room, the pro hero swiftly shutting the door behind her before walking over to La Brava.
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The shorter woman was grinning at him, lifting up her handcuffed wrists (she couldn't move them too much though, since said restraints were bolted to the table) to Midnight, although her gaze never left Midoriya's face.
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“Hey there Deku.” She called, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes. “Long time no see, yeah?”
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The hero-in-training hesitated for a moment before replying.
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“H-hello La Brava.”
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Midnight, key in hand, swiftly undid the handcuffs, letting La Brava free before turning back to Izuku with an expectant look.
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With a start, the young hero student remembered her previous words and began hesitantly removing his clothes, all-too-aware of the eyes scouring over his toned, muscular form. No sooner had he stripped down to the nude did he hear the slight screech of metal on tile, which made him glance up.
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As he did so, he saw La Brava was already on her feet, gaze wandering over his nude body as she bit her lip, a slight blush on her face. She gave a whistle of appreciation before gesturing for him to approach.
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He quickly glanced at Midnight (who was already sitting in the wooden chair, watching them both with a knowing glint in her eye), who nodded at him. With that, he approached La Brava, the shorter girl’s gaze having been firmly locked in his groin for the past 15 seconds.
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The moment he was within reach, La Brava instantly reached out a hand and grabbed ahold his sack, immediately making him tense up as the villainess inspected his defenseless organs.
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“Mmmm.” She hummed, gently bouncing the rather large gonads in her palm. “You’ve got quite the pair, don’t ya?” She lifted her gaze meet Midoriya’s. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy working your boys over.”
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Izuku let out an audible gulp of fear, his nuts almost instinctively shrinking back somewhat.
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Stepping away, La Brava gestured towards the metal chair she’d just been sitting in, which was nothing more than a standard folding chair, with a gap between the seat and the backrest. “Take a seat, chest toward the backrest and legs on either side.”
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Deku blinked. “Huh?”
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La Brava frowned, a stern look coming over her features. “Do I need to repeat myself?” She inquired, hand already reaching up to grasp his ballbag.
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Midoriya immediately jumped into action, plopping himself down on the seat, a leg on either side and his chest pressed up against the backrest. With the chair's current position, Izuku's back was mere inches away from the metal table.
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“There we go!” In an instant La Brava was smiling again, walking around to stand in front of Deku. “Now, reach your arms behind you, as far as you can.”
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Again, Midoriya was confused, but he knew better than to question it, so he did as asked, reaching his arms back behind him as though trying to do a reverse toe touch.
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\*Click\*
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\*Click\*
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Suddenly, there was the feel of cool metal around his wrists. Glancing back, Midoriya was shocked to see Midnight step away from the handcuffs she’d just closed around his wrists, handcuffs that were bolted to the table.
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Midnight gave him a small look of pity before glancing at the short villainess. “Alright La Brava, he’s all yours.”
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Deku’s gaze shot forward when he felt a hand wrap around his ballsack. La Brava was there, grinning up at him as she clutched his gonads in both hands. At that moment, he realized that in his current position, with his legs forced apart and his chest against the backrest, his balls were completely and utterly defenseless. He wouldn’t even be able to curl up slightly.
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"Alright Deku, you better get ready." The villainess leaned her head down to give his balls a smooch, planting a kiss on each nut, before grinning up at him. "Cause until I say so, your balls?" Her smile suddenly turned vicious. "They're mine."
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'…Fuck.'
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\*Thwack!\*
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Midoriya let out a throaty moan as his balls soaked up another harsh punch from La Brava’s fist, sending a lightning bolt of pain lancing up through his body. The villainess had one hand wrapped around the top of his scrotum, pushing his gonads to the bottom of his sack which left them no room to dodge out of the way each time she thumped her other fist into them.
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\*Whump!\*
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Another hearty punch slammed into his vulnerable gonads, squashing them between a metaphorical rock and a hard place. Izuku could only groan and hang his head, staring down at the villainess who was so thoroughly busting his balls.
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It wasn't much consolation, but she at least appeared to be enjoying herself as she crushed his nuts, letting out small chuckles and gentle coo's as she slammed punch after punch into his meaty testicles, face still pink with a blush.
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\*Thwack!\*
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Yet again, knuckles met nuts with a level of force surprising for La Brava's size, sending a new, powerful wave of nut ache throughout Midoriya's body. He grunted in pain, twitching and unconsciously pulling at his restraints as he fought through the agony assailing his lower half. It had only been a few minutes, but La Brava had already slammed over a dozen punches into his sack, creating a persistent, painful ache in his groin that seemed to make every subsequent hit worse than the last.
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Still though, as painful as it was, Midoriya had endured worse at the hands (or rather, feet and legs) of Midnight. For a split-second, just one, he thought maybe the test wouldn't be as bad as Midnight had said.
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That thought immediately perished when La Brava suddenly unwrapped her hand from around his sack, nodding to herself as she met his gaze.
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"Okay, warmups are done! Now, which one?"
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Midoriya couldn't help but blink at her in confusion, lips shifting with no words exiting his mouth. After taking a moment to sort out his thoughts, he finally managed to utter, "...w-warmups?"
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"Yeah, warmups! I do it to all the guys. Give their balls a little time to get ready before the real fun begins, y'know? Now which one?"
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"...which, w-what?"
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With a chuckle, La Brava hefted up his sack, lightly tapping his testicles. "Which nut do you want me to bust first, of course!"
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Deku was, to put it bluntly, flabbergasted. His mind was racing with hundreds, perhaps even thousands of thoughts and questions, to the point that for a few moments, he simply stared at her, dumbly, before muttering quietly. "What do y-?"
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\*Thwhump!\*
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The words had hardly left his mouth when La Brava's leg shot upwards with all the speed and force of a kick from Midnight. Like a sledgehammer, the point of her knee slammed up into Deku's ballbag, fully catching his left nut (his right one barely managing to skirt out of the way) as she squashed it up against his pelvis, drawing a choked gasp from the boy as the sudden, harsh influx of pure suffering short-circuited his brain.
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"Left one it is!"
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Still reeling, Izuku was only vaguely away of La Brava lowering her leg, his left gonad dropping back to the bottom of his sack, rejoining with its twin.
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\*Thud!\*
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Again, her knee thundered up between his thighs, again catching solely his left testicle as she squashed it up against his pelvis with all the kindness of a 10 lbs hammer. Deku, with no other release, could only cry out in agony, small tears springing to his eyes as he tried to ride out the pain afflicting his most precious parts.
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Adversely, La Brava let out a loud laugh, smiling widely up at Midoriya's face. "Ah, that’s what I like to hear.” She purred, both hands grasping his nuts as she gave each individual ball a rough fondle. “Now…” She swiftly manipulated his sack, which was like warm putty in her hands, holding his right nut out of the way as she forced his left one to the bottom of his scrotum. “…let’s see what other kinds of noises I can force out of you, shall we?” She inquired quietly, sounding more like an order as opposed to a question, as she looked down at his groin with a sly smirk and a sinister look in her eye.
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Izuku gulped.
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Pain. That was it, pure, unadulterated pain.
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Midoriya had thought he’d known pain, what with the weeks and weeks of taking dozens, perhaps even hundreds of blows to the balls. But the last 20 minutes (or had it been an hour?) had taught him one thing, and that was that he hadn’t known the first thing about pain.
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He was panting heavily, body slack in his restraints, all strength and energy instead being focused on enduring this agony. Because that’s what it was. Agony. Agony, pure and simple, that filled every inch of his being, leaving him able to do nothing but to try and catch his breath as he stared down at the wicked, sexy villainess who was so thoroughly torturing his malehood.
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Said wicked, sexy villainess was laying on her back, smiling up at him even as she thrust her foot up into his groin.
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\*Whump!\*
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Eyes clenching shut, he let out a groan of pain as her foot slammed into his ballbag, crushing Ol’ Lefty up against his pelvis for what felt like the hundredth time, sending that horrible shot of pain through his body, followed closely by that terrible, terrible ache that seemed to never end, even as she lowered her foot again for another kick.
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After taking so many nut shots from the short villainess, Midoriya was starting to realize why her hits were so much worse then even Midnight’s. Midnight was definitely a powerful ballbuster, that much was obvious. But she was…for lack of a better word, simple. She’d kick your nuts into your throat, crush your sack with a knee, even slam an uppercut or two up between your legs, but that was really it.
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La Brava, on the other hand, she was different, brutal in a way that left Midoriya breathless each time she crushed one of his nuts up against his pelvis.
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That was actually one of the first differences he’d noticed. Unlike any of his teachers, who all went to town on both his nuts equally, La Brava targeted one nut specifically before each hit and focused on busting only that ball.
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Of course, her aim wasn’t perfect, and sometimes when she slammed a kick into his sack or thrust her foot up into his balls like she was doing now, she’d mess up a bit and end up scrambling both his eggs anyway. But for every 1 time she ‘missed’, there were 9 times she was right on target, putting whichever unfortunate testicle she’d set her sights on through a hell previously unimaginable to the young hero student.
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\*Thump!\*
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“Guhuh!” Izuku moaned, eyes nearly crossing as the pain emanating from his tortured gonads racked his body. La Brava, still grinning up at him from her position on the floor, twisted her foot back and forth, further scrambling his unlucky right nard, eliciting another series of sharp grunts of agony from the hero-in-training.
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After a moment of rather intense nut-grinding, she finally lowered her foot, allowing Midoriya a moment to breath and somewhat collect himself. As he did, he stared down at the villainess’ nearly nude form, the only thing he could really do, what with his rather limited movement. Not that he was complaining, of course, in fact, Izuku had found that he didn’t particularly want to look away.
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Partly because if he did so, then he wouldn’t see the kicks coming, because even if he couldn’t protect his thoroughly brutalized privates, he at least wanted to prepare himself before each hit. But honestly, it was mostly because her incredibly revealing outfit was a great distraction from the torment being dished out between his legs.
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He saw her tits jiggle and bounce as she shifted her body, her grin widening as her eyes narrowed in focus. He watched as the muscles in her hips and thighs tensed just a moment before her leg swung up-!
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\*Thwack!\*
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\-and smacked into both of his battered and bruised gonads, sending the pair flopping in their equally battered sack.
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As Deku fought to ride out the pain, La Brava thrust both of her feet up between his thighs, catching both of his nards as she squashed them against his pelvis, twisting her feet back and forth to further crush his managed berries.
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“How are they feeling, Deku?” La Brava asked in an almost sensual voice, the blush on her face having only gotten more intense. “Tell me how your \*balls\* feel.”
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After taking a second to collect himself, Midoriya opened his mouth, only for a small yelp to escape his lips as she dropped her feet only to immediately stomp his gonads back up into his crotch.
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“C’mooooooon, Deku\~.” She whined, even as she flattened his berries to a fraction of their usual size. “Don’t keep a girl waiting\~.”
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He coughed, took a breath, then spoke.
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“I-it h-hurts.”
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\*Thump!\*
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Again she thrust her feet up, further scrambling his tortured eggs against his crotch and sending that horribly familiar shot of pain through his body.
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“I know that, dummy.” She replied, chuckling. “Of course it hurts, I’m crushing your balls.” She lowered her feet and, rather than stomp his poor testicles again, began gently bouncing his sack with her toes, using just enough force to skirt the edge of pain.
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“I mean, does it feel like they’re going to break? And don’t lie.” Her eyes glinted dangerously at that. “I’ll know, and I don’t like liars.”
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Izuku gulped, but gave her question a moment of thought.
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For as brutally painful and agonizing as she was, Midoriya didn’t feel like La Brava was actually causing any permanent damage, at least not yet.
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After a moment, he shook his head. “No, the-“
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\*Wham!\*
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The air was knocked from his lungs as both of her feet immediately slammed into his nards for the millionth time, nearly turning them into pancakes with how flat they were. (He was vaguely aware of Midnight letting out a whistle of shocked approval from her seat)
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Midoriya, gaped down at her, eyes almost crossed at the sudden explosion of agony as La Brava gave him a wide, toothy grin. “Good. Cause there’s still a few things I want to do first.”
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She lowered her feet. “Brace yourself.”
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“Wa-!”
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\*Wham!\*
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As it turned out, there really were a few things that La Brava wanted to do to his balls first, and they were all, obviously, incredibly painful.
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Once she got tired of laying the concrete floor, she stood up and scooted the chair (and by association, Midoriya) back a bit, allowing her to grab his nutsack and drape it against the back of the seat. At that point, she started punching them around like they owed her money, beating his already tenderized nuts with enough force to flatten them against the chair seat with each hit.
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After that she switched to knees, slamming them up into his crotch rapidfire, almost giving the impression that she was marching, if not for the battered ballsack she was crushing with each hit.Once she’d finished with that, she switched back to kicks again, slamming the top of her feminine foot into his dangling malehood with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. This time around however, she stopped every half-dozen kicks or so, each time taking a second to glance over his mangled balls as if looking for something. Every time, he silently prayed that she’d declare that he’d passed, only for his blossoming hope to wither and die as she shrugged and slammed another kick into his sack.
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The entire time, Izuku tried his best to ride out the pain, enduring as best he could, but he was quickly approaching his limit. So were his balls, for that matter.
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He’d only noticed it a short while before, amid the sharp agony and aching pain that seemed to have become permanent sensations in his body, but each kick to his nuts seemed to be even more painful than the last, and not just because of La Brava increasing the strength of her hits. Midoriya had the nagging suspicion that if she continued, something \*very\* bad was going to occur.
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\*Whud!\*
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Another harsh kick slammed into his balls, squashing them up against his crotch as a throaty moan passed through his lips. Again, a wave of agonizing nut ache washed over him as his gonads were compressed to a mere fraction of their normal size, drawing a sharp yelp of pain from his lips as his did his best to ride it out.
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Suddenly, La Brava gathered his nuts in her hands, carefully inspecting his damaged goods for whatever it was she’d been looking for. It took a moment, but eventually, she must’ve found what she’d been looking for, as her grin seemed to almost double in size as she unceremoniously dropped his ballbag before walking over to Midnight.
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Midoriya didn’t bother looking over at them, although he did hear the hushed whispers emanating from their direction. Instead, his gaze focused solely on his own pair.
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They were in terrible shape, objectively speaking. They were swollen to at least twice their usual size, battered to hell and back with bruises covering a majority of his sack. Izuku had never seen them look so beat up.
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\*Click\*
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Suddenly, he felt the handcuffs loosen slightly. Glancing back in confusion, he saw Midnight had released the bolt holding his handcuffs to the table, smiling sweetly at him. “Almost done Midoriya.”
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The elation that had started to fill his body just as quickly disappeared at her words. ‘Almost? What-?’
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“Hey, Midoriya.”
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Gaze whirling to his side, he saw La Brava standing beside him, an eager smile on her face.
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“Just got one last thing to do before I send you off, but first, you’ll need to turn around in your seat.”
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'...fuck.' He thought, now realizing that he still wasn't done.
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So, with a sack full of slowly-waning agony and a heart full of despair, Midoriya slowly turned around in his seat, finally sitting with his back against the backrest. Now that there was nothing forcing his legs open, he started closing them out of reflex, only for La Brava to suddenly be standing between his thighs, back towards him as she glanced at him over her shoulder.
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“Man, busting your balls really tired me out, Deku. Mind if I take a seat?”
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“Wha-?”
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\*Crunch!\*
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Before he could speak, La Brava immediately jumped up and planted her rear firmly atop his package, flattening his twin testicles to the point that for a moment, he thought she’d already turned them into peanut butter.
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This notion was immediately disproved as she began bouncing her fat, short-stack ass atop his thoroughly smushed ballbag, with each firm downward motion bringing Midoriya to levels of nut pain he hadn’t thought were even achievable.
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However, pure, unadulterated agony wasn’t the only sensation emanating from his groin, surprisingly enough. For while La Brava was indeed squashing his two balls into two pancakes, coincidentally, Deku’s cock had slipped between her ass cheeks, leaving his half-erect member nestled pleasantly between the two warm globes.
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So while each up-and-down motion from the short-stack in his lap did bring waves of agony as her shapely rear crushed his junk, it was at least somewhat combated by the pleasure he felt in his member as it lay sandwiched between her cheeks, leaving his brain and body both entirely confused. By reflex alone, he tried to grab at her hips, maybe in the vague hope of lessening each blow, but with the handcuffs still firmly attached to his wrists, he could only bring his arms back to his sides, too far to actually do anything.
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\*Squish!\*
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La Brava slammed her ass back down onto Midoriya’s ballsack with resounding force, eliciting a sharp cry from the hero student as his balls, which had started to really resemble thin ovals at this point, were crushed for what felt like the millionth time beneath her firm ass.
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His cock, which at this point had somehow managed to reach full erection, was spilling copious amounts of milky precum across her back. This seemed to only encourage the villainess, who threw herself upwards once again.
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\*Squash!\*
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Like a warm, supple sledgehammer, she crashed down upon his tortured genitals. Midoriya was so out of it, he barely made a noise as his babymakers were pushed to their limits, flattened to the point they’d probably resemble pieces of paper more than the round organs they’d once been.
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La Brava, seemingly by some sixth sense (or maybe she could feel it, what with his gonads being smeared beneath her ass), could tell his balls were at their limit. So, after spending a moment to really crush him nuts into the chair (because why not), La Brava got off, mercifully allowing his balls to re-inflate. At this, Midoriya couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, mistakenly assuming that she’d already decided that he’d passed. Any moment now, Midnight would finally unlock his handcuffs and he-
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He blinked and suddenly, his face was full of raspberry pink pigtails and his lap was full of fat, short-stack ass, every ounce of it fully parked on his nutsack.
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\*KACRUNCH!\*
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He couldn't help the shriek that left his throat as his balls were crushed, pushed to the verge of popping as they sat pancaked beneath La Brava's rear. Almost as if forced out by that last, terrible blow, a stream of precum erupted from the tip of his cock, spraying the villainess' shoulders and back with the milky white liquid. For a moment, Izuku merely stared straight ahead, mouth agape and eyes unseeing as his brain tried to process what the hell exactly had just happened before he suddenly slumped down like a marionette with its string cut, all his limbs falling slack and chin dropping to rest on La Brava's shoulder as he fell into unconsciousness.
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Due to his comatose-like state, he wasn't aware of La Brava leaning her head back, cupping his chin as she gave him a light peck on the cheek, smiling most sincerely at his sleeping face.
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All he knew was sweet, sweet, blissful darkness...
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***(Continued in comments)***
***I did proofread, but I probably missed something like always, so sorry about that. Anyways, as always, thanks for reading and be sure to upvote and comment any thoughts or ideas you had, I'm always happy to read them. Until next time!***
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It had been just over a month and a half since the beginning of the Genital Training Class, and Midoriya was at the point where he was silently hoping his balls would at some point finally pop, just so he wouldn’t be subjected anymore to the torture-thinly-disguised-as-training that he’d been enduring.
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That’s not to say he wanted to be a eunuch, far from it. Like most guys, he was rather attached to his pair, both physically and otherwise. However, the absolute agony his gonads has been forced through had made the hero student reconsider said attachment.
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Over the course of the last 6 weeks, Midoriya had had his nuts crushed against, squashed beneath and splattered across the feet, thighs and/or knuckles of half a dozen pro heroes, all of whom were his own teachers. It’s an incredibly strange experience, having your teacher go from teaching you English one minute, to trying to crush your balls with her knee the next. And as sexy as his teachers were, no amount of eye candy was going to be worth the abuse they dished out below the belt every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
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However, that isn’t to say it was all bad. Although he did additionally get his balls busted by his mom on the weekends, she was also somewhat gentler and as a bonus, after they were done, she always let him finish, either in her mouth, on her face or on her tits.
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It was a much-needed relief from the agony afflicted upon his groin over the week, but it was only that: A short relief. Once the weekend ended, he and his classmates were right back at it, getting their private parts kicked, punched, kneed, etc into their throats, with their only options being to endure or fail.
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“Midoriya?”
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The young hero-in-training was broken from his thoughts as his name was called. Glancing up, he saw Midnight at the door, dressed in her usual hero costume. She held a clipboard in one hand, a pair of reading glasses sitting on her nose as she glanced over at him, an expectant look on her face.
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With a start, he realized that it was finally his turn, and he hurriedly stood up, a slight blush on his face as he made his way over to the R-rated heroine. As he did so, he quickly quickly glanced around at his fellow classmates, coincidentally meeting Ochako’s gaze as she sat in her own seat beside Momo. The gravity girl flashed him a quick smile and a thumbs up, which he swiftly returned.
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Upon coming to a stop before Midnight, the sexy heroine gave him an appraising look before nodding and gesturing him to follow, which he did.
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The two of them walked down the hall together, Midoriya’s heart hammering in his chest from nervousness. The teachers had been very tight-lipped regarding any details about what was going to happen today, saying only that “it’s time you guys got some… practical experience” whatever the hell that meant.
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What was especially worrying was that the absolute torture the teachers had collectively put them all through apparently didn’t qualify as ‘practical experience.’ Which begged the question: What \*did\* qualify as practical experience?
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“There we go Mina. We’re almost there…”
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Blinking in confusion, Deku looked past Midnight’s shoulder to see none other than Pro Hero Mandalay, wearing her hero costume, helping a nude, hunched-over Mina shuffle down the hall. Ashido was not looking well, hands clasped firmly to her no-doubt agonized pussy as she sorta waddled down the hall, looking somewhat green in the face despite her pink skin.
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The nervousness in Midoriya’s gut doubled as he realized that he really was going to be in for a world of hurt.
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He and Midnight moved around the agonized hero student and the teacher assisting her, Mina seemingly not even acknowledging they were there, while Mandalay shot them a tense grin as she helped the girl along, likely taking her to Recovery Girl’s office.
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Eventually Midnight and Midoriya arrived at a door with a black #5 printed on it, and it was then that the pro hero finally turned to him and spoke.
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“Alrighty Midoriya, I’m sure you’re curious as to what’s about to happen.”He gave a hesitant nod.
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“Well, inside this room…” She tapped the door lightly with a knuckle. “…is a villainess. A villainess who is trying to get some time off her sentence by offering her services to us. It’s part of the new Voluntary Labor Initiative. Anyway, she’ll be the one busting your balls today.”
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Midoriya stared at Midnight for a couple seconds, mouth hanging open in shock as he struggled to think of what to say. Eventually, he settled on, “…who?”
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The heroine smirked. “It’s actually someone you should be somewhat familiar with, as you’re the one who took her down, or at least, you took down her partner in crime.”
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Deku opened his mouth to speak, but Midnight continued on. “Now, you won’t be in there by yourself, I’ll be watching closely, just to make sure nothing goes wrong…” She looked down at her clipboard. “…again.” That last word was muttered, too quiet for Midoriya to properly make out.
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“Anyways, once you enter, you are to strip naked and allow the villainess to bust your balls anyway she desires.”
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“O-okay. How long do I need to last?” Midoriya inquired, silently hoping that it wouldn’t be that long.
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“There isn’t a time limit for this test.” The young hero student felt his gut sink at those words, a look of disbelief coming over his face. “You will be busted until she deems you to have passed, so how long that takes is entirely up to her.” Midnight glanced over and, upon seeing his distraught expression, let out a sigh.
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“I know what you’re thinking, but I promise you Midoriya, this training really is to your benefit, even if it doesn’t seem like it now. The villain inside this room will be really putting your pair through the ringer, more than any of your teachers have, myself included.” She gave him something of a kind, understanding smile. “If it helps, this test is well known as one of the worst, second only to the final at the end of the semester. If you pass this, it should be relatively smooth sailing from here. Okay?”
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The young man gulped, heart thudding heavily in his chest, but he eventually nodded.
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Midnight nodded back. “Okay.” With that, she opened the door wide. “After you.”
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Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, quickly looking around.
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There wasn’t much inside the room itself. A wooden chair with a cushion was up against a nearby wall, with a simple metal table sitting in the dead center of the room. And sitting in a chair facing the door, handcuffed to said metal table, was La Brava.
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Midoriya hadn’t seen the short-stack villainess for almost two years now, not since he’d taken down her and Gentle Criminal during the UA festival. And while he certainly hadn’t forgotten either of them, seeing her here, well, it caught him off guard.
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This naturally wasn’t helped at all by the fact that her outfit was rather… [revealing.](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1065516143105806356/1176239407087489224/la_brava_sola_1.jpg?ex=65775fd0&is=6564ead0&hm=00eb55dba1c8563ffb9be810bc8cfdf0bc48c413dcefe685f89a528be8975f55&)
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She wore a thin, two piece set of violet-colored lingerie that only barely covered her privates. Her panties were nothing more than a thin strip of cloth that hugged her crotch tightly, held together only by two strings that ran over her sizable hips on either side to connect just above her ass.
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Her tits had a similarly thin line of violet cloth running across her chest, narrowly covering her nipples as another piece of cloth ran underneath each breast, helping to support her generous bust while still teasingly revealing as much skin as feasibly possible.
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For a moment, Midoriya couldn’t help but stare at her nearly nude form in shock, gaze roving over the short-stack’s almost non-existent outfit.
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“Ahem.” Midnight cleared her throat from behind him, sending a wave of red over Midoriya’s face as he sheepishly shuffled further into the room, the pro hero swiftly shutting the door behind her before walking over to La Brava.
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The shorter woman was grinning at him, lifting up her handcuffed wrists (she couldn't move them too much though, since said restraints were bolted to the table) to Midnight, although her gaze never left Midoriya's face.
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“Hey there Deku.” She called, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes. “Long time no see, yeah?”
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The hero-in-training hesitated for a moment before replying.
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“H-hello La Brava.”
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Midnight, key in hand, swiftly undid the handcuffs, letting La Brava free before turning back to Izuku with an expectant look.
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With a start, the young hero student remembered her previous words and began hesitantly removing his clothes, all-too-aware of the eyes scouring over his toned, muscular form. No sooner had he stripped down to the nude did he hear the slight screech of metal on tile, which made him glance up.
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As he did so, he saw La Brava was already on her feet, gaze wandering over his nude body as she bit her lip, a slight blush on her face. She gave a whistle of appreciation before gesturing for him to approach.
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He quickly glanced at Midnight (who was already sitting in the wooden chair, watching them both with a knowing glint in her eye), who nodded at him. With that, he approached La Brava, the shorter girl’s gaze having been firmly locked in his groin for the past 15 seconds.
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The moment he was within reach, La Brava instantly reached out a hand and grabbed ahold his sack, immediately making him tense up as the villainess inspected his defenseless organs.
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“Mmmm.” She hummed, gently bouncing the rather large gonads in her palm. “You’ve got quite the pair, don’t ya?” She lifted her gaze meet Midoriya’s. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy working your boys over.”
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Izuku let out an audible gulp of fear, his nuts almost instinctively shrinking back somewhat.
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Stepping away, La Brava gestured towards the metal chair she’d just been sitting in, which was nothing more than a standard folding chair, with a gap between the seat and the backrest. “Take a seat, chest toward the backrest and legs on either side.”
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Deku blinked. “Huh?”
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La Brava frowned, a stern look coming over her features. “Do I need to repeat myself?” She inquired, hand already reaching up to grasp his ballbag.
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Midoriya immediately jumped into action, plopping himself down on the seat, a leg on either side and his chest pressed up against the backrest. With the chair's current position, Izuku's back was mere inches away from the metal table.
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“There we go!” In an instant La Brava was smiling again, walking around to stand in front of Deku. “Now, reach your arms behind you, as far as you can.”
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Again, Midoriya was confused, but he knew better than to question it, so he did as asked, reaching his arms back behind him as though trying to do a reverse toe touch.
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\*Click\*
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\*Click\*
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Suddenly, there was the feel of cool metal around his wrists. Glancing back, Midoriya was shocked to see Midnight step away from the handcuffs she’d just closed around his wrists, handcuffs that were bolted to the table.
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Midnight gave him a small look of pity before glancing at the short villainess. “Alright La Brava, he’s all yours.”
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Deku’s gaze shot forward when he felt a hand wrap around his ballsack. La Brava was there, grinning up at him as she clutched his gonads in both hands. At that moment, he realized that in his current position, with his legs forced apart and his chest against the backrest, his balls were completely and utterly defenseless. He wouldn’t even be able to curl up slightly.
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"Alright Deku, you better get ready." The villainess leaned her head down to give his balls a smooch, planting a kiss on each nut, before grinning up at him. "Cause until I say so, your balls?" Her smile suddenly turned vicious. "They're mine."
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'…Fuck.'
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\*Thwack!\*
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Midoriya let out a throaty moan as his balls soaked up another harsh punch from La Brava’s fist, sending a lightning bolt of pain lancing up through his body. The villainess had one hand wrapped around the top of his scrotum, pushing his gonads to the bottom of his sack which left them no room to dodge out of the way each time she thumped her other fist into them.
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\*Whump!\*
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Another hearty punch slammed into his vulnerable gonads, squashing them between a metaphorical rock and a hard place. Izuku could only groan and hang his head, staring down at the villainess who was so thoroughly busting his balls.
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It wasn't much consolation, but she at least appeared to be enjoying herself as she crushed his nuts, letting out small chuckles and gentle coo's as she slammed punch after punch into his meaty testicles, face still pink with a blush.
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\*Thwack!\*
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Yet again, knuckles met nuts with a level of force surprising for La Brava's size, sending a new, powerful wave of nut ache throughout Midoriya's body. He grunted in pain, twitching and unconsciously pulling at his restraints as he fought through the agony assailing his lower half. It had only been a few minutes, but La Brava had already slammed over a dozen punches into his sack, creating a persistent, painful ache in his groin that seemed to make every subsequent hit worse than the last.
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Still though, as painful as it was, Midoriya had endured worse at the hands (or rather, feet and legs) of Midnight. For a split-second, just one, he thought maybe the test wouldn't be as bad as Midnight had said.
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That thought immediately perished when La Brava suddenly unwrapped her hand from around his sack, nodding to herself as she met his gaze.
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"Okay, warmups are done! Now, which one?"
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Midoriya couldn't help but blink at her in confusion, lips shifting with no words exiting his mouth. After taking a moment to sort out his thoughts, he finally managed to utter, "...w-warmups?"
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"Yeah, warmups! I do it to all the guys. Give their balls a little time to get ready before the real fun begins, y'know? Now which one?"
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"...which, w-what?"
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With a chuckle, La Brava hefted up his sack, lightly tapping his testicles. "Which nut do you want me to bust first, of course!"
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Deku was, to put it bluntly, flabbergasted. His mind was racing with hundreds, perhaps even thousands of thoughts and questions, to the point that for a few moments, he simply stared at her, dumbly, before muttering quietly. "What do y-?"
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\*Thwhump!\*
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The words had hardly left his mouth when La Brava's leg shot upwards with all the speed and force of a kick from Midnight. Like a sledgehammer, the point of her knee slammed up into Deku's ballbag, fully catching his left nut (his right one barely managing to skirt out of the way) as she squashed it up against his pelvis, drawing a choked gasp from the boy as the sudden, harsh influx of pure suffering short-circuited his brain.
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"Left one it is!"
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Still reeling, Izuku was only vaguely away of La Brava lowering her leg, his left gonad dropping back to the bottom of his sack, rejoining with its twin.
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\*Thud!\*
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Again, her knee thundered up between his thighs, again catching solely his left testicle as she squashed it up against his pelvis with all the kindness of a 10 lbs hammer. Deku, with no other release, could only cry out in agony, small tears springing to his eyes as he tried to ride out the pain afflicting his most precious parts.
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Adversely, La Brava let out a loud laugh, smiling widely up at Midoriya's face. "Ah, that’s what I like to hear.” She purred, both hands grasping his nuts as she gave each individual ball a rough fondle. “Now…” She swiftly manipulated his sack, which was like warm putty in her hands, holding his right nut out of the way as she forced his left one to the bottom of his scrotum. “…let’s see what other kinds of noises I can force out of you, shall we?” She inquired quietly, sounding more like an order as opposed to a question, as she looked down at his groin with a sly smirk and a sinister look in her eye.
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Izuku gulped.
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Pain. That was it, pure, unadulterated pain.
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Midoriya had thought he’d known pain, what with the weeks and weeks of taking dozens, perhaps even hundreds of blows to the balls. But the last 20 minutes (or had it been an hour?) had taught him one thing, and that was that he hadn’t known the first thing about pain.
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He was panting heavily, body slack in his restraints, all strength and energy instead being focused on enduring this agony. Because that’s what it was. Agony. Agony, pure and simple, that filled every inch of his being, leaving him able to do nothing but to try and catch his breath as he stared down at the wicked, sexy villainess who was so thoroughly torturing his malehood.
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Said wicked, sexy villainess was laying on her back, smiling up at him even as she thrust her foot up into his groin.
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\*Whump!\*
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Eyes clenching shut, he let out a groan of pain as her foot slammed into his ballbag, crushing Ol’ Lefty up against his pelvis for what felt like the hundredth time, sending that horrible shot of pain through his body, followed closely by that terrible, terrible ache that seemed to never end, even as she lowered her foot again for another kick.
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After taking so many nut shots from the short villainess, Midoriya was starting to realize why her hits were so much worse then even Midnight’s. Midnight was definitely a powerful ballbuster, that much was obvious. But she was…for lack of a better word, simple. She’d kick your nuts into your throat, crush your sack with a knee, even slam an uppercut or two up between your legs, but that was really it.
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La Brava, on the other hand, she was different, brutal in a way that left Midoriya breathless each time she crushed one of his nuts up against his pelvis.
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That was actually one of the first differences he’d noticed. Unlike any of his teachers, who all went to town on both his nuts equally, La Brava targeted one nut specifically before each hit and focused on busting only that ball.
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Of course, her aim wasn’t perfect, and sometimes when she slammed a kick into his sack or thrust her foot up into his balls like she was doing now, she’d mess up a bit and end up scrambling both his eggs anyway. But for every 1 time she ‘missed’, there were 9 times she was right on target, putting whichever unfortunate testicle she’d set her sights on through a hell previously unimaginable to the young hero student.
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\*Thump!\*
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“Guhuh!” Izuku moaned, eyes nearly crossing as the pain emanating from his tortured gonads racked his body. La Brava, still grinning up at him from her position on the floor, twisted her foot back and forth, further scrambling his unlucky right nard, eliciting another series of sharp grunts of agony from the hero-in-training.
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After a moment of rather intense nut-grinding, she finally lowered her foot, allowing Midoriya a moment to breath and somewhat collect himself. As he did, he stared down at the villainess’ nearly nude form, the only thing he could really do, what with his rather limited movement. Not that he was complaining, of course, in fact, Izuku had found that he didn’t particularly want to look away.
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Partly because if he did so, then he wouldn’t see the kicks coming, because even if he couldn’t protect his thoroughly brutalized privates, he at least wanted to prepare himself before each hit. But honestly, it was mostly because her incredibly revealing outfit was a great distraction from the torment being dished out between his legs.
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He saw her tits jiggle and bounce as she shifted her body, her grin widening as her eyes narrowed in focus. He watched as the muscles in her hips and thighs tensed just a moment before her leg swung up-!
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\*Thwack!\*
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\-and smacked into both of his battered and bruised gonads, sending the pair flopping in their equally battered sack.
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As Deku fought to ride out the pain, La Brava thrust both of her feet up between his thighs, catching both of his nards as she squashed them against his pelvis, twisting her feet back and forth to further crush his managed berries.
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“How are they feeling, Deku?” La Brava asked in an almost sensual voice, the blush on her face having only gotten more intense. “Tell me how your \*balls\* feel.”
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After taking a second to collect himself, Midoriya opened his mouth, only for a small yelp to escape his lips as she dropped her feet only to immediately stomp his gonads back up into his crotch.
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“C’mooooooon, Deku\~.” She whined, even as she flattened his berries to a fraction of their usual size. “Don’t keep a girl waiting\~.”
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He coughed, took a breath, then spoke.
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“I-it h-hurts.”
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\*Thump!\*
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Again she thrust her feet up, further scrambling his tortured eggs against his crotch and sending that horribly familiar shot of pain through his body.
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“I know that, dummy.” She replied, chuckling. “Of course it hurts, I’m crushing your balls.” She lowered her feet and, rather than stomp his poor testicles again, began gently bouncing his sack with her toes, using just enough force to skirt the edge of pain.
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“I mean, does it feel like they’re going to break? And don’t lie.” Her eyes glinted dangerously at that. “I’ll know, and I don’t like liars.”
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Izuku gulped, but gave her question a moment of thought.
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For as brutally painful and agonizing as she was, Midoriya didn’t feel like La Brava was actually causing any permanent damage, at least not yet.
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After a moment, he shook his head. “No, the-“
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\*Wham!\*
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The air was knocked from his lungs as both of her feet immediately slammed into his nards for the millionth time, nearly turning them into pancakes with how flat they were. (He was vaguely aware of Midnight letting out a whistle of shocked approval from her seat)
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Midoriya, gaped down at her, eyes almost crossed at the sudden explosion of agony as La Brava gave him a wide, toothy grin. “Good. Cause there’s still a few things I want to do first.”
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She lowered her feet. “Brace yourself.”
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“Wa-!”
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\*Wham!\*
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As it turned out, there really were a few things that La Brava wanted to do to his balls first, and they were all, obviously, incredibly painful.
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Once she got tired of laying the concrete floor, she stood up and scooted the chair (and by association, Midoriya) back a bit, allowing her to grab his nutsack and drape it against the back of the seat. At that point, she started punching them around like they owed her money, beating his already tenderized nuts with enough force to flatten them against the chair seat with each hit.
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After that she switched to knees, slamming them up into his crotch rapidfire, almost giving the impression that she was marching, if not for the battered ballsack she was crushing with each hit.Once she’d finished with that, she switched back to kicks again, slamming the top of her feminine foot into his dangling malehood with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. This time around however, she stopped every half-dozen kicks or so, each time taking a second to glance over his mangled balls as if looking for something. Every time, he silently prayed that she’d declare that he’d passed, only for his blossoming hope to wither and die as she shrugged and slammed another kick into his sack.
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The entire time, Izuku tried his best to ride out the pain, enduring as best he could, but he was quickly approaching his limit. So were his balls, for that matter.
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He’d only noticed it a short while before, amid the sharp agony and aching pain that seemed to have become permanent sensations in his body, but each kick to his nuts seemed to be even more painful than the last, and not just because of La Brava increasing the strength of her hits. Midoriya had the nagging suspicion that if she continued, something \*very\* bad was going to occur.
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\*Whud!\*
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Another harsh kick slammed into his balls, squashing them up against his crotch as a throaty moan passed through his lips. Again, a wave of agonizing nut ache washed over him as his gonads were compressed to a mere fraction of their normal size, drawing a sharp yelp of pain from his lips as his did his best to ride it out.
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Suddenly, La Brava gathered his nuts in her hands, carefully inspecting his damaged goods for whatever it was she’d been looking for. It took a moment, but eventually, she must’ve found what she’d been looking for, as her grin seemed to almost double in size as she unceremoniously dropped his ballbag before walking over to Midnight.
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Midoriya didn’t bother looking over at them, although he did hear the hushed whispers emanating from their direction. Instead, his gaze focused solely on his own pair.
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They were in terrible shape, objectively speaking. They were swollen to at least twice their usual size, battered to hell and back with bruises covering a majority of his sack. Izuku had never seen them look so beat up.
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\*Click\*
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Suddenly, he felt the handcuffs loosen slightly. Glancing back in confusion, he saw Midnight had released the bolt holding his handcuffs to the table, smiling sweetly at him. “Almost done Midoriya.”
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The elation that had started to fill his body just as quickly disappeared at her words. ‘Almost? What-?’
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“Hey, Midoriya.”
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Gaze whirling to his side, he saw La Brava standing beside him, an eager smile on her face.
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“Just got one last thing to do before I send you off, but first, you’ll need to turn around in your seat.”
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'...fuck.' He thought, now realizing that he still wasn't done.
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So, with a sack full of slowly-waning agony and a heart full of despair, Midoriya slowly turned around in his seat, finally sitting with his back against the backrest. Now that there was nothing forcing his legs open, he started closing them out of reflex, only for La Brava to suddenly be standing between his thighs, back towards him as she glanced at him over her shoulder.
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“Man, busting your balls really tired me out, Deku. Mind if I take a seat?”
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“Wha-?”
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\*Crunch!\*
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Before he could speak, La Brava immediately jumped up and planted her rear firmly atop his package, flattening his twin testicles to the point that for a moment, he thought she’d already turned them into peanut butter.
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This notion was immediately disproved as she began bouncing her fat, short-stack ass atop his thoroughly smushed ballbag, with each firm downward motion bringing Midoriya to levels of nut pain he hadn’t thought were even achievable.
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However, pure, unadulterated agony wasn’t the only sensation emanating from his groin, surprisingly enough. For while La Brava was indeed squashing his two balls into two pancakes, coincidentally, Deku’s cock had slipped between her ass cheeks, leaving his half-erect member nestled pleasantly between the two warm globes.
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So while each up-and-down motion from the short-stack in his lap did bring waves of agony as her shapely rear crushed his junk, it was at least somewhat combated by the pleasure he felt in his member as it lay sandwiched between her cheeks, leaving his brain and body both entirely confused. By reflex alone, he tried to grab at her hips, maybe in the vague hope of lessening each blow, but with the handcuffs still firmly attached to his wrists, he could only bring his arms back to his sides, too far to actually do anything.
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\*Squish!\*
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La Brava slammed her ass back down onto Midoriya’s ballsack with resounding force, eliciting a sharp cry from the hero student as his balls, which had started to really resemble thin ovals at this point, were crushed for what felt like the millionth time beneath her firm ass.
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His cock, which at this point had somehow managed to reach full erection, was spilling copious amounts of milky precum across her back. This seemed to only encourage the villainess, who threw herself upwards once again.
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\*Squash!\*
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Like a warm, supple sledgehammer, she crashed down upon his tortured genitals. Midoriya was so out of it, he barely made a noise as his babymakers were pushed to their limits, flattened to the point they’d probably resemble pieces of paper more than the round organs they’d once been.
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La Brava, seemingly by some sixth sense (or maybe she could feel it, what with his gonads being smeared beneath her ass), could tell his balls were at their limit. So, after spending a moment to really crush him nuts into the chair (because why not), La Brava got off, mercifully allowing his balls to re-inflate. At this, Midoriya couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, mistakenly assuming that she’d already decided that he’d passed. Any moment now, Midnight would finally unlock his handcuffs and he-
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He blinked and suddenly, his face was full of raspberry pink pigtails and his lap was full of fat, short-stack ass, every ounce of it fully parked on his nutsack.
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\*KACRUNCH!\*
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He couldn't help the shriek that left his throat as his balls were crushed, pushed to the verge of popping as they sat pancaked beneath La Brava's rear. Almost as if forced out by that last, terrible blow, a stream of precum erupted from the tip of his cock, spraying the villainess' shoulders and back with the milky white liquid. For a moment, Izuku merely stared straight ahead, mouth agape and eyes unseeing as his brain tried to process what the hell exactly had just happened before he suddenly slumped down like a marionette with its string cut, all his limbs falling slack and chin dropping to rest on La Brava's shoulder as he fell into unconsciousness.
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Due to his comatose-like state, he wasn't aware of La Brava leaning her head back, cupping his chin as she gave him a light peck on the cheek, smiling most sincerely at his sleeping face.
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All he knew was sweet, sweet, blissful darkness...
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