MHA After Class Part 6 (Finale)
***A/N: This took me too damn long. Not my best work, but I'm glad I actually managed to finish it. If you liked it or have a suggestion, let me know. I'm tired.***
And so, time passed.
5-6 days a week, Midoriya and his classmates were dealt an incredible amount of genital trauma by the hands, feet, knees, etc of their teachers, their friends, and in some cases, even family. And as crazy as the methods had seemed at the start, they were actually working, surprisingly enough.
The kicks that used to put Midoriya on the floor now only took him to his knees for a few moments before he clambered back to his feet. The stomps that had him practically squealing in agony were now drawing only agonized grunts and groans. The powerful ache that had seemed so indomitable at the start was becoming manageable.
However, it was only just in time. Before he could blink, finals were suddenly upon them all, and they were going to be a doozy.
Said finals would take place over the course of the last month of the Genital Training class. The test? An Internship.
Class 1-A and 1-B would each be split into two groups of ten. Then, each student in the first group is assigned to a pro heroine who they must intern with for an entire week. For that week, the pro hero each student was assigned to essentially owned their genitals for all intents and purposes, and had express permission to bust said genitals whenever and however they wanted.
After the week was over, the pro hero would then decide whether or not the student had passed (though the requirements for passing were known only to the pro heroes doing the internships, as well as Nedzu) and then the process would repeat until all 40 students had been tested. It wasn't stated exactly what happened to any students who failed the final, but Midoriya had no intention of finding out.
Midoriya himself was in the first group, and had been assigned to Pro Hero Mandalay, so he considered himself a fair bit luckier than say, Mineta, who’d gotten Midnight, or Kirishima, who’d been assigned to Mirko. That wasn’t to say that Mandalay was ‘easy’ by any stretch of the word, she was still quite the prolific ballbuster, a fact she would prove time and time again as the week went on.
On the morning of Day 1, after Mandalay had practically dragged him by the balls back to her local apartment (turns out she didn’t live in their forest base 24/7, who’d have thought), she almost immediately had him strip down to nothing while she herself quickly disrobed until she wore only her bra and panties.
She then spent the next hour or so kicking his balls around while going over the rules and what he should expect during his internship. The rules were, as follows:
\* No clothes on while inside the apartment.
\* Balls must always be available for busting (No clothes or coverings!)
\* 30 minute breaks allowed after all busting sessions.
\* No busting between 10 pm and 5 am. Anytime outside that is fair game.
\* No cumming unless given permission.
As for expectations, they were fairly simple and to the point.
She would be busting his balls every day. She would be harsh and maybe cruel at times, but he would most likely not suffer any permanent damage. She would, naturally, be providing food and lodging for the week.
There were a few others things she may have mentioned, but Midoriya had unfortunately forgotten them, probably due to the feminine foot he kept having driven into his dangling nutsack.
A majority of the first day was spent like that, with Mandalay idly busting his balls in whatever way she saw fit, kicking, punching, squeezing, etc. Overall, not too terrible a start.
Day 2 was more of the same, for the most part. Deku made the mistake of not waking up to his alarm and was woken up with a stomp to the nards as a result. After some harsh punts to the balls, Mandalay left him to recover while she made breakfast.
Breakfast itself was a fairly tame affair, aside from the foot the pro hero had planted firmly in Deku’s nutsack. That, coupled with the fact that she was still wearing only a bra and panties (as well as the fact that her other foot was idly stroking his cock), did nothing to help soften Midoriya’s raging erection, even with the powerful nutache afflicting him.
Just like the day before, Mandalay filled the hours with ballbusting aplenty, from crushing knees to ball-flattening kicks, from strong squeezes to powerful uppercuts. Painful, sure, but nothing Izuku hadn't dealt with before.
But then, she decided to up the ante a bit.
Later in the evening, Mandalay had Midoriya sit on the couch with his legs spread while she went to grab a bag from her room. Setting it down on the floor in front of him, she slowly began extracting a variety of tools and other such objects before laying them on the floor by Deku’s feet. There was a tennis ball on a stick, a rubber mallet, a wooden dowel, a pair of pliers, an iron rod, etc. Each object laid out made Midoriya’s heart sinker deeper and deeper into his gut, balls twitching heavily in his sack.
Once she’d emptied the bag, Mandalay tossed it aside before grabbing the tennis ball on a stick and turning to him with a vicious grin on her face.
“Don’t worry.” She said, sounding not-at-all sincere. “You’ll be fine.”
He was not.
In reality, it was probably only maybe an hour, but it felt like an entire day that he’d sat there, Mandalay kneeling between his legs as she beat his balls with every single toy or tool she’d pulled out of that bag. From smacking them around with the tennis ball stick, to mashing them with the mallet, to pinching them with the pliers (that was especially excruciating), by the time she was done, every square inch of his battered ballsack was bruised, his mangled manhood almost unrecognizable.
But he still had both balls! ~~(Yayyyyyy\~)~~
He spent the rest of the night recovering, an ice pack (courtesy of Mandalay) pressed to his nutbag.
On the morning of Day 3, despite the fact that his balls were still aching and somewhat swollen, when his clock read 5:59, Deku slowly got up and walked into the living room to see an entirely nude Mandalay, who promptly greeted with a full-force kick to the nads that put him on the floor immediately.
And so the week continued to pass.
Most of Day 3 was spent with his nuts in a testicle clamp, tightened to an agonizing degree so that his nads were flattened to a mere fraction of their usual size and strangely enough, it was still actually one of the easier (relatively) days, in retrospect. While yes, having his gonads perpetually pancaked for hours and hours on end was agonizing, he eventually \*kinda\* got used to it, at least enough that he could semi-function.
However, the 'easiness' of Day 3 didn't last very long, because Mandalay had apparently decided that merely crushing his balls wasn’t enough. She wanted the full package. His package, to be precise.
So throughout the day, the cat-themed heroine would plop down beside him and his flattened nads to give his cock a few lazy strokes, or she’d kneel between his legs and give his member a few licks or even suck it for a few minutes, just enough to “get his juices flowing” as she put it. Never enough to make him cum, not even close, but just enough to leave him desperate for more.
Day 4 and 5 were virtually the same, just for opposite reasons. On day 4, Mandalay focused solely on busting his right ball. On day 5, she focused on his left ball. And on both days, she played with his cock all the while, more often than not leaving his member dripping precum like a miniature fountain. By the end of Day 5, the ache in his testicles had doubled, and not solely due to the kicks, knees, squeezes, etc that Mandalay had slammed into them all day.
On Day 6, after a morning of heavy ball busting and even more orgasm denial, Mandalay was called in for a nearby emergency involving a villain attack. She made sure to give him one more harsh kick in the balls before leaving, saying that she’d be back as soon as possible. Luckily, whatever the emergency was took a long while and she didn’t get back until late. (When she'd returned, tired and dirty, she'd merely punted his nuts into his throat before saying she was going to bed.)
And then…it was Day 7. The last day. And Mandalay was really making the most of whatever time she had left. Within minutes of waking up, he was already kneeling in front of her as she sat on her couch, both of them entirely nude as she repeatedly kicked him in the balls. One hand held a half-full cup of coffee that she sipped from while the other was crossed across her chest, supporting her generous bust as it bounced slightly with each kick.
It didn't end there, oh not even close.
While eating breakfast, Mandalay apparently wanted to switch up the seating arrangement and decided to use Midoriya’s chair. While he was sitting in it.
He’d barely had enough time to blink before suddenly she was sitting in his lap, balls squashed flat against the chair as they were used as an impromptu cushion for the pro’s supple yet firm rear. (His cock was very happy with that decision, wrapped up by her ass cheeks as it was. His flattened nads were decidedly not.)
He wasn’t entirely sure how long he was stuck like that, gonads firmly squashed beneath the pro hero (it felt like hours, but there’s no way eating had taken her \*that\* long) before she finally stood up, allowing his twin testicles a few moments to reinflate before she dragged him over to the couch for further ballbusting.
And that was essentially what had lead him to his current predicament: laying on his back on Mandalay’s carpet, legs spread with the Pro Hero’s toes squashing his nuts as flat as paper. His sense of time had all but vanished. All he knew was the hardness of his neglected length (which had yet to release all week), the excruciating agony in his nards and the sexy Pro who was causing both of the above.
\*Whump!\*
Midoriya let out a wordless cry of pain as Mandalay stomped his tenderized left nut, a splurt of precum shooting out and splattering against the hero’s shin. The yelp of agony swiftly morphed into a hearty groan as she twisted her foot back and forth, further mashing his tenderized orb into the floor (the thick carpet provided criminally little cushioning).
After a few more moments of that, she lifted her other foot before slamming it down into Midoriya’s other swollen ball.
\*Whud!\*
“Gah!” He cried, fighting back tears as his groin exploded with agony, furthered only by the excruciating twist of Mandalay’s foot on his paper-thin gonad. Another sputtering shot of precum coated the heroine’s shin, the milky white liquid dripping down to stain her toes as they squashed Deku’s balls beneath her full weight.
Midoriya was panting, gasping for breath as he fought through the utter agony being dished out to his groin. The part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in pain was wondering if today was the day he’d actually ~~(finally)~~ lose his nuts.
It was a thought that had popped up when he’d first gotten his nuts kicked around by Midnight, way back at the start of class, and it’d stayed there, in the back of his mind, over the months. With every harsh stomp, powerful kick or mind-numbing squeeze, he wondered if it would be the one to half-strate or castrate him. Now such thoughts were roaring back to the forefront of his mind as he felt his nards get mashed beneath Mandalay’s weight for the hundredth time, squirming and quivering in a desperate bid to keep some semblance of their usual round shape.
He couldn’t even imagine how his fellow classmates were dealing with their own internships.
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Whap!\*
The bikini-clad 13 swung her wide hip into Ochako’s crotch, skillfully flattening the hero-student’s pussy with the rather unorthodox move. (Admittedly, it was only so effective because Uraraka had been thoroughly distracted by said pro hero's ass in the first place.)
“Guh!” She grunted, stumbling back a step as she curled inward slightly, fists clenched in a bid to keep them from covering her tender crotch. Only a moment later, she was rewarded with a harsh cunt punt that had her falling to her knees, eyes crossed from the pain as a small glob of drool began to trail down her chin.
“Ooooooh...” She moaned, hands gripping her quivering thighs.
“C’mon Ochako.” 13 encouraged with a smile, even as she brought her leg back. “Just a few hours more to go!”
\*Thwack!\*
“AH!”
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Crunch!\*
Mineta let out a wordless scream as Midnight shifted more of her weight solely onto his left nut, the nad resembling a piece of paper more than a ball. His right testicle, adversely, was swollen to near double its usual size, creating a definite contrast between the twin orbs.
Naturally, the short hero-in-training didn’t notice that, mind much too focused on the excruciating agony emanating from his groin. He could practically feel 'Ol Lefty beginning to reach its structural limit in real time, the warped shell of his nad steadily approaching it's pulpy demise.
In one last bid for mercy, he shakingly met Midnight’s fierce gaze.
“M-m-miss M-Midnight, m-my balls!! Th-they’re g-g-gonna p-pop!”
Her eyes widened ever-so-slightly and for a moment, Mineta felt a small flicker of hope.
Then she smirked, and Mineta felt his heart sink down to his toes.
She lifted her foot, ignoring his blubbering pleas before stomping down.
\*SQUELCH!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Whud!\*
Bakugo grit his teeth, fighting back a shout of agony as Pixie-bob’s foot slammed into his unprotected balls. He glowered up at the nearly nude pro hero (who wore only a thin pair of panties) as she giggled down at his kneeling form, juggling his swollen nads atop her toes.
“Y’know Katsuki, you’re probably one of the toughest guys I’ve ever busted.” She praised, winking at him cutely even as she drew her foot back. “All week, you’ve barely made any noises when I beat your balls around.”
\*Whap!\*
Clenching his teeth, the explosive hero-in-training sharply inhaled, squeezing his eyes shut as a burst of nauseating ball-ache exploded in his groin.
“C’mon, just scream once for me. I’ll go easy on you after if you do\~” She negotiated, voice light and teasing.
In response, Bakugo merely growled slightly, puffing his chest out ever-so-slightly in a (likely foolish) show of pride.
“Not a damn chance in hell.”
Pixie-bob's gaze narrowed slightly as her grin widened.
“Suit yourself.” She replied with a shrug, leg already swinging forward.
\*THUMP!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Whack, smack, slap!\*
Tokoyami moaned and grunted, throwing his head back against the couch as he painted heavily, eyes crossed from the pain rolling through him. Ragdoll was knelt between his spread legs, one hand wrapped around the neck of his scrotum, pushing his twin orbs to the bottom of their sack as her other hand repeatedly smacked his balls. What the hits lacked in power, they made up for with frequency, the rapid fire smacks creating an ever present nauseating ache in his thoroughly tenderized nards.
Just above his swollen gonads, Tokoyami’s length stood tall and erect, leaking a healthy amount of precum from the tip that dripped down his member to coat his lower belly, with some errant drops dotting Ragdoll's arm and bra-covered tits.
Dark Shadow stared at the pair from over the arm of the couch, white eyes practically glowing as she watched her host get his balls smacked around by the sexy pro hero.
“C’mon….” She quietly whined, shifting impatiently. Tokoyami was so out of it that he didn’t hear her, but Ragdoll glanced over at the (admittedly horny) shadowy form, an eyebrow raised.
“When will I get another turn?” Dark Shadow eventually asked, pouting as the pro hero chuckled, a sly grin on her face.
“In a few minutes, don't you worry.” Ragdoll replied, hand clenching into a fist before it swung forward.
\*POW!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
\*BOOM!\*
“Gah!” Kirishima yelled, eyes squeezed shut as his body was easily lifted off the ground from the force of Mirko’s powerful kick. For the hundredth time today and possible the thousandth time that week, the hero student found his balls flattened firmly against his pelvis, agony rolling through his body in waves. At this point, he wouldn’t be all that surprised if there was a permanent imprint of the Rabbit Hero’s toes on his tenderized nads. (Of course, the fact that he still \*had\* both nuts was a testament both to his quirk and Mirko's control of her strength.)
For a moment, the rabbit hero held him aloft, weight centered entirely on his thoroughly busted balls before she let him mercifully drop to his knees, coughing and panting as he tried to fight through the utter agony afflicting his malehood.
“Oh c’mon, again?!” Mirko griped, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms under her bra-covered bust. “I’ve only been using maybe half power all morning, and you’re still falling!” Her only response was a coughing moan from the agonized hero student, who clutched his baby-makers for all his worth.
With a sigh, she shook her head before putting a hand to her hip, staring down at his pained form with a deadpan expression. “C’mon, get up. Today's the last day, after all, so I'm gonna make it count!”
With shaking limbs and a long-suffering sigh, Kirishima managed to push himself back to his feet, spreading his legs once more as Mirko’s foot immediately flew forward with blinding speed.
\*CRUNCH!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Thump!\*
Jiro let out an pained grunt as Mt Lady flicked her cunt, the pro hero's finger slamming into her crotch and sending a wave of aching pain rolling through her body. Under normal circumstances, a simple finger flick to the cooch wouldn’t hurt that much, especially after the months of tortu training her and her fellow classmates had gone through.
These were not normal circumstances, however. The two of them were in one of UA's training fields, with said pro hero currently the size of a damn building. That meant that her hand alone was bigger than Jiro's entire body, and that a mere 'flick' from Mt Lady was more something akin to a super-powered kick to the cunt for her.
Safe to say, the hero-in-training was easily lifted from the ground by the sheer force of the hit, the air knocked from her lungs as she was thrown off her feet and back a few yards. Jiro collapsed to her knees as soon as she landed, falling onto all fours a moment later as all the strength in her legs vanished, the pain having swiftly overwhelmed her.
However, rather than curl up into a ball and hold her nude crotch for all her worth, like she wanted to do, she took a few moments to gather herself, panting heavily before she slowly pushed herself to her feet.
Mt Lady, who was still laying tits-down on the grass, watched her with a smile. "You've gotten a lot better, kid!" She praised. "Only took you 10 seconds to get back to your feet!"
Jiro merely nodded gratefully at the praise, spreading her legs once more as she readied herself for the next hit.
The large, sexy pro hero grinned, shifting her body slightly (Jiro pointedly ignored the squishing and jiggling of Mt Lady’s massive tits and thick thighs) as she positioned her hand in front of Jiro once more. The hero-student took a breath, body tensing as she mentally prepped herself once more.
\*flick\*
\*WHACK!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
"Y'know, I gotta say, this is definitely a first." Miss Joke spoke, glancing back at Koda with a sly grin on her face. "No guys, at least that I've ever busted, have actually \*enjoyed\* it, the pain and everything." As she spoke, she leaned back slightly, drawing a shuddering moan from the rock-headed hero student as a splash of warm liquid splattered across her pantie-clad ass. The pro hero hummed sensually, grinded her hips back and forth which only drew more moans and groans from the poor guy who's nards she was sitting on, his twin plums squashed firmly beneath her rear as her ass cheeks hotdogged his cock.
Koda had spent the last hour and a half laying back-first on the pro hero's bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as Ms. Joke worked his nards over with her sizable ass, squashing and flattening and rearranging, like his nutsack was a cushion and she was trying to find that \*perfect\* spot to sit. A copious amount of precum already stained his crotch alongside Miss Joke's ass and lower back, forced out of his spunk tanks via the pro's steamrolling.
Suddenly, she lifted herself up, Koda's pancaked nads practically peeling themselves off of her globes of flesh with a wet \*shliiick!\* They were granted a brief moment to reinflate, a moment the pro took to line herself up before-
\*Th-crack!\*
-she slammed her rear down upon his balls like a 20 pound hammer, squashing them flat beneath her weight. She was immediately rewarded with a throaty groan as she felt something warm and wet splash against her shoulder blades. She barely managed to keep herself from shivering in delight, instead shifting her hips back and forth to \*really\* flatten the poor guy's gonads.
Poor Koda had barely managed to recollect himself through the waves of pleasurable agony when he felt Miss Joke lift herself once more. Glancing down, he happened to meet her gaze, the pro hero giving him something akin to a lust-filled grin as she stood up straight.
"C'mon Koda. I've still got you for a few more hours, so let's make the most of it, yeah?" She asked with a giggle.
Before he could even think of replying, she dropped.
\*Whu-crunch!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Thud!\*
"Ah!"
\*Wham!\*
"Ooh!"
\*Thump!\*
"Fuck!" Kaminari cried out, muscles tensing and fists clenching in a desperate bid to cover his battered baby-makers. Unfortunately for the blonde, his hands were locked in place above his head while his legs were kept apart, courtesy of the fancy full-body rack he was strapped to, which left his malehood painfully defenseless.
Suddenly, another kick crashed into his nuts, crushing them against his pelvis and eliciting another sharp cry of agony from the hero-in-training.
Bubble Girl merely merely giggled lightly, arms crossed beneath her sizable bust as she dropped her foot once more, allowing Kaminari's nuts to flop back to the bottom of their sack.
"Man, I'm glad I borrowed this thing from my agency. Makes busting you guys so much easier. And fun!" As she spoke, she brought her leg back once more, gaze solely focused on his battered nutsack.
\*Whack!\*
"Ah!"
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Whump!\*
Asui let out a choked gasp as Ryuku slammed her tail up between her thighs, flattening the frog girl's pussy and lifting her from her feet so that her toes dangled inches from the floor.
The dragon hero was only partially transformed, leaving her almost entirely human aside from the thick, muscly dragon tail that had sprouted from her backside that she'd used almost exclusively to pound Tsuyu's taco flat for most of the week.
The pro lowered her tail, allowing Asui to stumble back with a moan as she practically slid off of the long appendage. Pain and pleasure clashed together in her head, leaving her fighting to recollect herself after receiving the brutal low blow.
\*Thump!\*
Only moments later, Ryuku's tail thudded into Tsuyu's crotch with absolutely no mercy, drawing a sharp moan from the frog girl's lips as she was lifted from her feet once again, leaving all her weight centered solely on her tenderized puss.
"Oooooh..." She moaned, eyes going out of focus and mind overloading from the dual sensations of agony and ecstasy emanating from her groin. Distantly, she heard the pro hero chuckle as she glanced back at the hero-student's cross-eyed expression.
"Oh, am I glad I picked you."
Asui had just barely enough time to wonder what \*that\* was supposed to mean before she was dropped back down again, quivering knees barely supporting her own weight as the dragon hero spun around to face her, foot already swinging forward to-
\*PUNT!\*
\*\*\*\*\*
'...they're probably fine.' Midoriya thought.
\*Crunch!\*
The hero-student let out a wordless scream as Mandalay gave his pair a particularly brutal stomp. His nuts, flattened to the brink of rupture, churned heavily in their sack, begging and screaming for mercy from the agony being inflicted upon them. Midoriya could feel it in his gut that if things continued as they were, he would certainly lose a nut or two before the day was over.
He shakily met the pro hero's gaze, her eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he did so. However, before he could utter a word, she stomped down on his sack once more, grinding her foot back and forth with a contemplative look on her face, as if checking for something. After a few moments, she nodded to herself.
"Finally." She muttered, quietly enough that Deku couldn't quite make her out. Before he could question what she'd said, Mandalay leaned over and pulled him up slightly, shifting him over so that he was sitting up against the nearby couch.
Despite the tremendous pain still rolling through him, Midoriya still found it in him to be slightly confused, especially when Mandalay laid tits-down on the ground between his legs, pre-jizz coated length pressed against her lips.
He opened his mouth to speak-
\*Whack!\*
-only for a gasp of pain to leave his lips as Mandalay thrust a fist into the underside of his sack, knuckles pinning his terribly swollen nads against his pelvis. Coughing, he curled in on himself slightly, eyes squinting down at the pro hero.
"W-wha... wh-what a-are you-?"
"Almost there, Midoriya." Mandalay interrupted with a wink, giving his cock a long, slow lick, which had the length twitching violently. One hand wrapped around the neck of his nutsack while the other pulled back, poised for another crushing blow. "So..." She gently kissed the tip of his cock, uncaring for the precum that ended up splattering across her face. "...how about I make sure today is a day you won't ever forget?"
Midoriya gulped.
\*\*\*\*\*
Deku... didn't really remember much of what happened after that. He remembered Mandalay sucking him off while treating his nuts like an impromptu speedbag, he remembered her squeezing his berries as if trying to juice an orange while he dumped load after load down her throat, but anything after that is a haze. (He \*maybe\* remembers her sitting on his sack while he covered her back in his spunk, but he might've just been misremembering.)
Anyways, next thing he knew, he was waking up naked on Mandalay's floor with the pro hero kneeling between his legs, kindly kneading his balls like an actual cat would knead a blanket. She had a gentle grin on her face as she watched him wake up, waiting for his grogginess to fade before speaking.
"Congratulations Deku. You've passed Genital Training 101."
He simply stared at her for a moment before a grin overtook his features. With a heavy sigh, he laid his head back, allowing the relief to wash over him in waves, which helped tp beat back the lingering ache in his groin somewhat.
It was finally over.
"And not to worry, both of your boys are a-okay, for the most part." Mandalay helpfully informed with a thumbs-up. "Good thing too, otherwise Koda would've given me an earful."
Deku blinked at the mention of Mandalay's nephew, the young boy Izuku had saved years prior. "Does he...?"
Mandalay shrugged. "I've told him a little, only that you and your classmates would be put through some tough training and such. He wanted me to tell you that you're still his favorite hero."
Midoriya chuckled lightly. "Well, tell him I said thank you."
She smiled at him. "I will."
It took a little while, but eventually, Deku managed to get to his feet, putting on his clothes and gathering his things before bidding Mandalay goodbye. On his way home, his phone started blowing up with texts from his fellow classmates, all of them celebrating the fact that they'd passed. All except Mineta and Kirishima, strangely enough. Deku thought for a moment that the two had failed (likely, considering which pro heroes they'd been stuck with) but Jiro explained that the two had both passed as well, they were with Recovery Girl at UA, the nurse working to try and fix up the ruptured nard each boy sported. (Izuku couldn't help but wince and clutch his own sack through his shorts. That could have very well have been \*him\* at any point.)
When he got home, he told his mom the good news. The two celebrated with katsudon (his favorite) before Midoriya decided to go to sleep early, as it had been a \*very\* long week for him.
As he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling as he waited for sleep to take him, he quietly reflected. The past few months had been utterly agonizing, sure, but now it was over. He'd suffered innumerable hits to the balls, had endured unbelievable amounts of pain, but in the end, he'd passed. He'd won. Sure, he'd no doubt face future incidents in the line of duty where he'd get his balls kicked into his throat, but after everything he'd been through, such a future didn't seem as indomitable as it once had.
Rolling onto his side, he slowly nodded off, a gentle smile on his face.
Tomorrow would be another day, one he would face gladly.
\[The End\]