Balls of Steel

Cole Flynn, better known as Steel, grimaced as he faced off against Quicksilver. Her platinum blonde hair was even more brilliant in person than pictures ever conveyed. Too bad he was about to stain it crimson with her blood.

"Come on now Silver. Being fast isn't going to do you much good against me. A thousand kicks from you wouldn't even put a dent in me," Steel spoke with a gruff voice, deeper than what would be normal for a regular man. "We both know how this ends. You're not getting away this time," he continued, gesturing towards the buzzing energy field all around them. Speedsters were always a pain in the ass to catch, but the association did have tools for countering them. One of which was this deployable energy field which would certainly fry anyone who lacked some kind of defensive power. It wouldn't last forever, but it'd last long enough for him to knock her out. "I don't like hurting women. Let's just skip the part where I fuck up your pretty face and you just give up now," he urged, although his metallic face didn't show even a hint of softness.

Quicksilver could feel her heart pounding as she grasped the danger of her current situation. Steel was not a good opponent for her at all. *Damn Hero Association, always planning counter match ups,* she thought to herself as countless strategies raced through her thoughts. Some method of escaping this. The Association prison was not a place she wanted to visit. Her eyes drifted downwards towards Steel's crotch as she considered employing her usual tactics. Speed and precision were her two greatest assets. Combined, that allowed her to ruin the two greatest assets of men without much difficulty at all. Of course she could also knock them out with a quick strike to the temple, but that was much less fun. She liked her opponents to remember her long after their defeat. *Would a full force kick from me even do anything to his metal nuts? Or would I just break my foot?* She wonders as she considers her response. All she needed to do was stay out of Steel's grasp until the energy field ran out of juice. "Sorry shiny, I'm not the kind of woman to give up just because a man threatens me," she replies with false confidence. Even if she was screwed, she'd still fight with everything she's got. That's the only way she's survived up until now.

Steel noticed her dropped gaze and couldn't help but shiver a little. Although his body was made of steel now, it wasn't always that way. He too had once taken his fair share of nutshots. Most people didn't know the specifics of his body, but it actually wasn't just his skin that was steel. Indeed, even most of his internal organs had metallic properties at this point. The association's medical professionals always marveled over his body. That being said, it wasn't like he was immune to all damage and pain. The most common injury for him was undoubtedly gunshots, which stung like hell. He cringed a little as he recalled that time Longshot, the infamous sniper who often worked with other villains, got him right in his left nut with a .308 caliber bullet. Easily the most painful injury he had sustained as a metal man, despite the fact that there wasn't any permanent damage.
"If you're thinking of kicking me in the nuts, be my guest. Those are steel now too," he explained in that same gruff voice, although it was a bit of a bluff. He'd still rather get hit just about anywhere else. "No more chatting though, it's time for you to regret not accepting my merciful offer." Steel grinned as adrenaline coursed through his body. He was blessed with the ultimate body for combat and it felt fucking good. He charged towards Quicksilver, each step landing heavily on the concrete beneath them. Quicksilver was fast, but there wasn't much room to move around within the energy field. Even she couldn't avoid combat now.

Predictably, she barely escaped his tackle with her super speed. Even in the tight space Steel would have to work for it. After a few more minutes of chasing her around, he decided to take a different approach. Time was not on his side so he adopted a rather bold strategy. Steel simply spread his legs and arms out as much as possible to ensure that any more attempts at dodging out of the way would almost certainly result in her tripping over his foot or running into his hands. "No more running Silver," he said with a grin as he slowly boxed her into a corner. "I'm going to enjoy taking you down. You took out my best friend's nut, so I'll have to rough you up a bit for him," he added as he got within striking range. Just as he began moving one of his outstretched hands towards her, he saw a flash of movement and felt the unforgettable feeling of a boot making contact with his balls and crushing them against his pelvis. Except his balls were made of steel like the rest of him.

**CLANG**

Still hurt like a bitch though. He groaned but continued grabbing at her, knowing that his manhood wasn't at any risk. It might hurt, but even with her still toed boots she couldn't break his balls.

*Damn my toes!* Quicksilver thought as she took another rapid kick at Steel's groin. It felt like kicking, well, a pair of hard steel balls. There wasn't the usual satisfying feeling of a testicle compressing against her foot, nor the extremely amusing squeal and scrunched up face. Steel's grunts were still rewarding enough that Quicksilver felt her strategy was probably the best she could come up with, but she wasn't sure if she'd win this. In the time frame it took for Steel to move his arm half way towards her torso, she had kicked him in the steel nuts 10 times. Her foot was definitely going to be bruised by the end of this. Alarm bells rang in her head as none of her kicks stopped Steel's approaching arm, which would no doubt grab her and ensure her defeat. It was time to give this next kick everything she had. Super speed doesn't mean infinite stamina. That's why her usual "fast" movement was really more like a light jog for her. If she was actually sprinting all out she'd be drained after just a few minutes the same way a regular person would be sprinting. She didn't know how much time was left on the energy field, but she did know that she'd lose here and now if she didn't do something. It was time to show Steel her true top speed. Despite the danger, she could feel the grin on her face. It was always exhilarating to go all out. She reared her leg back and got ready to endure the guaranteed pain of slamming her knee / foot into metal balls over and over again.

Everything was going according to plan for Steel. His metal balls where throbbing in pain but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Yet just as his large metal hand was about a foot away from grabbing the cornered super villainess, he suddenly felt like someone was holding a Jackhammer to his testes. His eyes widened as Quicksilver's lower body became a blur of motion much faster than anything he had witnessed before. Gusts of wind blew past his legs from speed of her attacks. Every single second he took at least 10 shots to the nuts. No amount of training could have prepared him for this. Not just the speed, but also the power of the attacks was at least tripled. "GAHH FUCK!!" He exclaimed as he desperately tried to maintain his posture, but it was impossible even for him. He lasted about 5 seconds, or about 50 extremely hard nutshots, before he collapsed to his knees groaning from the pain in his throbbing balls just as a regular man would from a knee to the nuts.

It was a Pyrrhic victory for Quicksilver. She might've dropped Steel, but she was pretty sure her right foot was broken and her right knee was fractured. She'd actually been alternating legs each time to distribute the pain, but that only served to ensure her entire lower body was on fire. She had held back on her left side to ensure she had at least one usable leg. "I guess even balls of steel are still just balls in the end," she taunted Steel with a mask of confidence even as she was sweating bullets on the inside. If Steel was able to recover, or if there were other heroes around, she was fucked. She couldn't run on one leg. Just limp faster than a regular person. "I think you should get those metal nuts checked, the left one was feeling pretty flat," she continued to tease with a smile. It did feel good to know that even a man made of metal could be dropped to his knees from a well placed kick. Or about a hundred of them anyways.

Thankfully she had lied about lefty going flat. Both balls did seem to be a little dented though. *Fuck, this is worse than that sniper shot,* the thought somehow passes through Steel's pain filled mind. Every throb felt like another hard kick to the nuts and he was sure he'd need at least 10 minutes to be combat ready again. Good thing he didn't need to be combat ready. Steel inhaled deeply and tried to imagine he was exhaling all the nutpain along with the air as he breathed out. The super hero managed to overcome his male weakness and do something most men would never be able to accomplish in his situation. While recovering on his knees, he managed to move one hand away from his swollen (turns out metal balls can still swell up!) balls and grab Quicksilver's ankle on her right side, the one he could tell was broken from the way she was limping. "Finally caught you," he groaned as he pulled the ankle towards his body, enjoying the look of fear on the woman's face. She pivoted off her right foot to send her left foot crashing into his face, but that hurt her much more than it did him. It was over. He had won. All he had to do now was maintain his grip on her ankle and she was fucked. He watched with a smug smile as she desperately tried to peel away his large steel hand, but his grip was like steel too. "You should've packed a crowbar," he joked as she continued to try to flee. He was a little disappointed by her lack of response, but he supposed nobody felt like engaging in banter when they were still trying to grasp at any straws for freedom. Suddenly, he got a rather malicious thought. *Who said heroes always have to play nice?*

*No, no, no, no, fuck this can't be happening!* Quicksilver's thoughts were a mess as she continued to try to pry off the cold metal hand. Her panic was beginning to settle into despair as she realized she wasn't getting out of this. Just as that was sinking in, she suddenly felt Steel tug her ankle towards him and upwards. The unexpected movement caused her to lose her balance and she gasped as her back slammed into the concrete. One ankle was now held in the air while the other was under her body. Suddenly, hot, unbearable pain exploded in her groin causing her to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Doesn't feel so good does it?" Steel laughed as he brought his metal fist back to punch her in the crotch a second time. He rather enjoyed the feeling of her soft vulva under his metal knuckles. "Ooh right in the clit!" he laughed as he felt the little nub against his middle knuckle. He suddenly understood the appeal of nutshots a little. Only a little though.

Three minutes later, the energy field dropped and Steel's partner appeared. "Hell yeah, you got her!" He cheered as he walked over, before he paused in his steps. Steel was still on his knees wearing a wide smile with one hand still clutching Quicksilver's ankle, while the infamous speedster was sobbing curled up in a ball with both hands pressed against her crotch. He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Still, he'd seen much stranger things in the hero association.