The Tournament of Heroes - What Will It Be? Your Flag or Your Balls?

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“Did those idiots fucking wait for me?” Emmet growled, stepping into the CoCC base. “Goddamnit, we could have ended this stupid game forever ago.”

Emmet made his way through the winding halls, reaching the flag room shortly. He stopped in his tracks, glaring darkly around the room.

Just at the end of the hall, Astro and Foster were both curled into the fetal position, shivering and sobbing softly on the cement floor. Their hands were buried in their crotches, they looked like husks more than men. Small puddles of bile were beside their mouths.

And just ahead, in the center of the flag room, clattered on the floor, was the HU team’s flag. Just before CoCC’s flag podium, where they needed to insert it to win. There was no one around, not a soul. Just Emmet, his emasculated teammates, and the flag.

*Obviously a trap*, Emmet chewed the inside of his cheek. The little bitch must have survived Herald after all, and taken down the others. Emmet grumbled. The flag was inches from the podium, it would take him three seconds to reach it, and two to stand it beside their own. Then they win. Even if it was a trap, it was too good to pass up.

“Bring it bitch.” Emmet swept into the room, darting his eyes in every corner, but it was empty. There was no one. *Where is she?*

Emmet shrugged, it didn’t matter. He just had to score. He reached the flag, and stooped over to grab it. The air beside it was strange, Emmet frowned. It was… rounded. And shimmering.

Carly coiled her arm back, completely hidden in the environment. Emmet spread his legs to pick up the flag, his bulge was in a tight wad of flash, packed into his pants. Her heart skipped a beat, he unknowingly locked eyes with her.

Carly sent her fist screaming through the air, firing an uppercut with all her strength. Her knuckles met Emmet’s balls with a devastating *THUMP*, lifting Emmet to his tip toes and knocking his knees together.

Emmet shrieked, the high pitched, bitch shriek that men cried out when their testicles were being crushed. All of his breath rushed out of him, and his entire body trembled with white-hot agony. Carly suddenly appeared in front of him, and her fist was buried deep into his nuts, her knuckles making their imprint on his fragile flesh.

*Oh god,* Emmet whimpered internally, locking eyes with the brat that just decimated his insides. *Where did she-*

“You crying?” Carly asked, withdrawing her fist. Emmet shut his eyes, blinking back tears and toppled to the side.

“*Fuck… you bitch… fuckfuckfuck,*” Emmet sobbed into the cement, raking his face across the floor.

“Woah!” Carly scoffed, leaping to her feet. “Your skin… it’s cracking!”

*You just hit my balls, bitch!* Emmet snarled internally, hyperventilating in an attempt to force the pain out. His ability was the physical traits of an exoskeleton. And Carly had just shattered his power, the glossy film that he was encased in was rapidly fracturing.

“I’ve never seen a boy literally break from a hit to their nuts,” Carly muttered, she crouched beside him. “You doing okay?”

Emmet dragged his face across the floor, staring daggers at Carly. She blushed and darted her eyes to the side.

“I guess not, sorry,” Carly grunted meekly. “I hope your balls feel better. I’m just gonna take your flag-“

Carly sprang to her feet, walking over to CoCC’s flag. She did feel bad crushing these boys like this, but now it was over. She just had to carry the flag back to base and win. She could assume since Melody wasn’t with Emmet, that she was taken care of. Arthur held true to his word.

“Hey-“ Carly turned to Emmet, interrupted by a roar from the crippled man.

Emmet jumped to his feet, and darted straight toward Carly. Carly squeaked, the muscular super was quite intimidating rushing at her. But, he was slow. Really slow.

*All you had to do was stay down!* Carly roared internally.

Carly sidestepped Emmet’s tackle, winding her arm back. She clapped her palm directly into his balls, flattening them against his pelvis. The glossy film that covered Emmet finally shattered completely. Emmet screamed at the top of his lungs, his entire body jolting from the impact and his eyes bugged out of his skull. The crazy bitch, she had closed her fist around his ballsack. She was squeezing his nuts.

“Say ‘I have tiny balls’,” Carly whispered into his ear.

“*What*\-“

*cruuuuunch*

“Say, ‘I have tiny tiny balls.’”

*“I have tiny balls- HEEUGH*\-“

Carly twisted Emmet’s nutsack in her hand, pressing on his fragile orbs from all sides.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I HAVE TINY BALLS!” Emmet cried out, he seized Carly by the waist, not to fight. But for balance and stability. She was crushing his testicles, his legs were wobbling. “PLEASE! STOOOOOOO-“

*cruuuuuuuuuuunch*

Carly increased the strength of her grip, squishing his balls between her fingers.

Emmet howled, his hands squeezing on her ass tightly for dear life. His fingers dug into her ample butt, but he didn’t get to enjoy it. He could only feel his entire world crumbling inside her delicate palm.

“You know,” Carly sneered. “In the last few months I have crushed a lot of boys balls, and I do gotta say. You do actually have one of the smaller sets. I’m sorry.”

“LEEET GOOOOO!” Emmet howled.

“Is that why you’re a jerk?” Carly asked.

“PLEAAAAAASE!” Emmet broke out into sobs, he couldn’t put up any sort of fight. Carly had complete control over him, with just one hand.

“You could have stayed down you know,” Carly said. “I just wanted to disable you. But you wanted this. Your nutties getting squished is your fault.”

“YES YES!” Emmet cried out. “IT’S MY FAULT! I’M SORRY! NOW PLEASE! LET GO OF MY BALLS!”

Carly twisted his nutsack once more, letting go at the end of the sudden torque of his soft flesh. Emmet wailed, collapsing in a heap on the cement.

“Great,” Carly huffed. “Okay, now I’m going to capture your flag, got it?”

Carly picked HU’s flag off the ground, and then lifted CoCC’s flag from its podium, putting both poles in one hand. As she turned around she felt a sudden tug, she whirled round and scoffed. Emmet was grabbing the end of the flag poles, holding on.

“I- I can’t let you-“ Emmet moaned. “I can’t let you win-“

“UGH!” Carly groaned, stomping over to him. “FINE!”

“WAITWAITWAIT!” Emmet’s eyes went wide.

Carly dug her fingers in his waist band, just above his surprisingly ample ass. And then she yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees, revealing his round butt and ballbag.

“NO!” Emmet tried to fight back, he tried to twist his body and reach back for his clothes. But Carly was too fast.

Carly shot her hand between his legs, snatching his balls. She held them in a fierce grip, and locked eyes with Emmet.

“So you really care about winning huh? You really care about your school?” Carly asked, Emmet bobbled his head, his eyes filled with horror. “Then I’m going to give you a choice.”

Carly let go of the flags, they were completely in Emmet’s grip now. And he was inches from the podium.

“You can score the point and win the game for your team,” Carly continued, tugging lightly on Emmet’s testicles. “But then, I’m ripping these off.”

*Dear god, no,* Emmet squealed, his jaw dropped and his eyes went even wider.

“Or, I’ll spare your pathetic balls, and we go to my base,” Carly concluded. “And give the win to my school.”

*cruuuuuuunch*

Carly pressed her fingers into Emmet’s nuts softly, just causing the simplest divet in his flesh.

“You can win right now,” Carly nodded at the podium directly in front of them. “I’ll let you. It’s up to you.”

Emmet choked on spittle, his mind was splitting.

“So, what will it be?” Carly asked, a gentle smile on her face. “Your flag? Or your balls?”

*In the Jungle*

“Ugh, stop *falling*,” Carly hissed yanking Emmet’s ballsack up to her hip, twisting it in her grip. The flags were in her other hand.

Emmy howled, digging his fingers into the dirt and grass, coughing out globs of spittle. He had already puked from the pain, and his cheeks were stained red from sobbing wildly. Carly was dragging him through the jungle, she squeezed Emmet’s balls like they were a leash. His pants were around his ankles, and he was shuffling backwards, compelled by Carly’s even stride. His bare ass was in the air, he couldn’t believe the absolute pain that was tearing his insides to shreds.

They were nearly halfway to the base, Emmy had given the predictable answer to Carly’s ultimatum. His team’s flag, for his balls. The whole trip he had moaned and whimpered the same thing. There may have been an extra few words thrown in occasionally, he may have switched the order around, but it was the same sentiment.

“*My balls… please… you’re crushing my balls…”* Emmet cried. Carly rolled her eyes, she knee that. She was the one squishing his fat nuts between her fingers.

“NONONONO! PLEAAAAASE!” A shrill voice howled further in the forest, causing Carly to jump, involuntarily clenching both of her fists.

“CARRLLLLLYYYYYY!” Emmet wailed, spasming from the sudden crushing grip on his balls.

“Shit!” Carly loosened her hold, still keeping a steady pressure on his weak testicles. She had almost splattered them with her squeeze. She glared at the direction the wail came from. More screaming echoed down the way. “Who is that?”

“I’M BEGGING YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! NONONONO!”

The voice continued to scream, it was scratchy and desperate. Carly dragged Emmet towards the source, and her heart fell into her stomach. A well of pity and disappointment erupted inside her.

“I’M SORRY!” Arthur screeched, he was clawing at a sneaker, pinning his walls to the earth. “I WAS WRONG! YOU WIN!”

“Man you might be the most pathetic of the bunch,” Melody cackled, digging her heels into Arthur’s balls. He howled in agony. He was completely curled around her leg, burying his face in her thick thigh. Behind them, a giant tarp was tossed against a tree.

Melody’s hands were detached from her body, and were holding Arthur’s ankles, fixing them to the ground. They kept his legs spread out and open, the strength of her disembodied grip was so great he couldn’t kick his legs out. Only spasm, essentially hump and gyrate, against her leg. Melody began grinding her heel, twisting and turning her knee, squishing Arthur’s balls into the mud. Melody grinned maliciously, raising her head and catching sight of Carly. Melody scoffed, looking back down at Arthur.

“Hey, bitch,” Melody snickered, nodding forward. “We got company.”

Arthur craned his neck over his shoulder, his face falling when he saw Carly. He broke down into full sobs. “Carly??”

Carly shook her head, so Arthur really did fail.

“MELODY!” Emmet screamed from behind Carly’s grip, looking over his own shoulder. His voice shook with desperation. “GOOD! YOU GOT OUT! HELP ME!”

“Got out?” Carly asked.

“No thanks to you, Emmy boy,” Melody cooed, the humored cantor in her voice betrayed by the dark glare in her ebony eyes. “Had to fucking chew my way out, you dick. You though- you look a little stuck. What happened, your balls get caught?”

“MELODY!” Emmet wailed. “PLEASE! SHE TOOK OUT ASTRO AND FOSTER TOO, GET ME OUT OF THIS! WE CAN- AIIIIEEEE!”

Carly twisted his nuts in her grip, rotating her wrist a hundred and eighty degrees. Emmet choked on his words, the sheer pain sent him to his knees, but Carly still held his balls at the same level. Because of this, his ass shivered and waved high in the air.

“You’re kidding right?” Melody snarled. “You little bitch, you talked all that big shit to me five minutes ago when broke-nuts here caught me. Now, you get your little ballsies trapped, and now you want me to save *you*?”

*Trapped*? Carly’s eyes went wide, falling back on the tarp behind Melody and Arthur. *He really did catch her!*

“CARLY!” Arthur screamed. “RUN- AIIIIIIIII-“

Melody pistoned her foot into his balls, flattening them into the mud.

“Shut up, dumbass,” Melody snapped. “The grown ups are talking.”

She looked back at Emmet and Carly.

“Notice something douchebag?” Melody asked Emmet. “Little bitch here isn’t begging his girl for help, he’s trying to protect her. Unlike your sorry ass.”

“MELODY!” Emmet screamed, his heart pounding in his skull. “SHE CAN’T BEAT YOU! JUST TAKE HER OUT, THEN WE WIN!”

Carly locked eyes with Arthur, big tears streamed down his face, he was shaking his head. Carly’s eyes fell on his situation, his balls pinned beneath Melody’s sneaker and the ground, every second they got closer and closer to popping for good. *He’s in so much pain,* Carly’s chest started thumping. *He can’t take it. He’ll lose them soon.*

“Hey,” Carly interrupted the two of them. Maybe she could trade them? Save Arthur’s balls. That was better than winning… right? “Why don’t-“

“Look hotstuff,” Melody replied. “I don’t really care what you got going on over there-“

“MELODY-“

“Far as I’m concerned, you got your play-doh, and I got mine,” Melody winked at Carly. “Let’s call it a girls agreement. You walk your nice ass over to your base and win this for HU, and I’ll squish this dorks balls until our big loss. I don’t care about the game anymore, not after I got backstabbed.”

“DOOOOO IT!” Arthur begged. “GOOOO! CARLYYYYY!”

“See,” Melody snickered. “Even he’s fine with it. Go win, I’m gonna have some fun-“

“Arthur!” Carly stepped forward, her eyes welling up for his well-being. He was so different than before, he was so pathetic now. And still…

“GOO!” Arthur cried out, Melody twisted her heel deeper into his balls, eliciting a squeal out of him. “HURRRRRYYYYY!”

“MELODY!” Emmet begged. “DON’T DO THIS!”

“You’re not a team player Emmet,” Melody shrugged. “This is what you get. I hope she destroys your nuts. We don’t need losers like you representing CoCC.”

Emmet stared at Melody in complete horror. She was really going to let them lose. She was really going to let him get his balls crushed by this girl.

Carly put on a brave face, looking one last time at Arthur. She couldn’t beat Melody, she knew that. If she tried to fight right now, they’d lose the game and Arthur would get his testicles crushed into paste anyways. The best way to save her friend’s manhood was to press on and win the game.

“Hang on Arthur,” Carly turned away, blinking back tears. “I’ll win as fast as I can.”

Arthur managed a meek smile as Carly stomped away, dragging Emmett with her.

“NO! MELODY! YOU CANT BE SERIOUS!” Emmet howled. “PLEASE! NOOOOOO-“

Carly crushed his nuts between her fingers, increasing the strength of her grip. Emmet screamed, unable to speak any longer.

“Now where were we?” Melody’s voice echoed from behind the trees, from behind Carly. “Oh yeah-“

*CRUUUUUUNCH*!

“MYYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLLLLS!” Arthur cried out, sending shivers down Carly’s spine. But she had to ignore his cries. It was the only way to save him.

*At HU’S Base*

Carly dragged Emmet the rest of the way, tuning out his high-pitched screams. He had changed tactics into full on negotiation, offering anything and everything he could think of if she would just let go. Eventually, Carly just ignore him, and squeezed his balls a little harder whenever he annoyed her too much.

Reaching the base, Carly finally got a first hand look at what Melody did to her classmates. Julio and Fred were in fetal heaps, still crying even though she had crushed their balls half an hour ago. They looked bad, but Saul… When Carly got to the flag room her jaw dropped. He was completely naked, and his nuts were swelling past the cage of fingers clamped around his balls.

Now that she had seen them all, Carly realized the only two super’s completely unharmed from the days match were female. All the boys were completely broken and defeated, and all of them in the same way. Carly sighed, she felt a little bad for how easy the match was for her and Melody. This was probably, collectively, the boys most awful battle of their lives.

By this point, Emmet had evolved into simple crying. He no longer begged or screamed, he just cried while Carly yanked him by the balls across the entire base and arena. She walked him to the podium, tossing the flags right infront of him, at its base. He looked at her with a questioning fear.

“Go ahead,” Carly nodded at the podium.

“Wha-what?” Emmet whimpered.

“Make the winning score,” Carly smirked. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was a little upset about the testicular torture Arthur was being put through. And she needed someone to take her anger out on. And Emmet happened to be an unfortunate owner of squishy balls that she needed.

“No,” Emmet cried. “Please, don’t make me- anything but that! I already gave up, don’t make me betray them-“

“*You* made the choice,” Carly snapped. “You chose to save your balls over winning for your team already. This isn’t different.”

“Please,” Emmet begged. “Just win the game-“

“Look,” Carly growled, “we’re here already. The flags are being stood on the podium and HU is winning, that’s happening. Now, either you make me do it and I make nutjuice out of these-“

Carly flexed her grip on Emmet’s soft balls. They folded like clay.

“Or, you save your boys and score for me. Up to you.”

Emmet sniffled, unable to respond he didn’t know what to do.

“You got five seconds.”

“What?”

“Five, four, three-“

“Okay!” Emmet squeaked, he snatched the flags and crawled over to the podium. He stood both HU’s blue flag and CoCC’s red flag together, a powerful chime resounded through the entire arena.

“*HU WINS!*” A voice echoed with thunderous force.

Carly breathed in deeply, letting go of Emmet. He wept softly, curling into a ball. They did it, they won their first game. Carly won their first game, she couldn’t believe it. But she couldn’t have done it without Arthur. He was the real reason they won. That storm of anger returned to her, just picturing what that crazy psycho was doing to Arthur even now filled her with rage.

“Hey, sooooo-“ Carly started, walking towards Emmet. Emmet snapped his eyes open, gawking at her.

“*No*.”

“Yeaaaah,” Carly shrugged, “sorry. Your friend is ruining mine. So I gotta pay her back.”

“She won’t care!” Emmet stammered, he scrambled to his hands and knees, trying to crawl away. “She hates me, I hate her! We’re not friends!”

“It’s really a principal thing,” Carly replied, she seized Emmy by the ankles. “It’s not personal.”

“NO! NO!” Emmet yelped, Carly yanked on his ankles, forcing him on his stomach against the cement and spreading his legs wide open. His balls, which were red and swollen, were flat against the cold floor.

“Sorry,” Carly shrugged, bring her knee to her chest.

“NOOOOOOO-“

Carly pistoned her sneaker into Emmet’s balls, crushing them against the floor with a meaty squelch. She grinded her sole back and forth, twisting and scrambling his testicles.

“MYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLS!”

*In An Adjacent Jungle Arena, the battle between LU and ICC comes to its conclusion almost an entire thirty minutes before HU’s and CoCC’s*

Iris’ shoulders and chest heaved up and down. She and all her teammates were forced on their knees, into the dirt, beneath his feet. They were covered in scrapes and bruises. And he hadn’t lifted a fucking finger.

Iris’ chestnut hair was caked with mud. She and her teammates were all battered, the fight lasted less than a minute.

“We- we can’t beat him,” Willow whispered in shaky breaths. Her round cheekbones were stained with dirt, and her sleek black hair was frilled and matted. “He’s too… what the hell is he?”

The man before them stood over six feet tall. He wasn’t particularly buff, though his muscle was certainly observable beneath his blue and black spandex. He had a sharp jaw, and even sharper eyes. An impossible blend of white and black, like stars twinkling in the night. On display, fully vulnerable and for all to see, his bulge was crammed in a massive wad in his crotch. Yet he had not received a single blow to it during their entire battle. None of the girls even scratched him.

“We should have sent Blizzard,” Alice hissed, unable to even stand. Her strawberry blonde hair was dirty from the battle, and her clothes were torn, showing off her humble cleavage. “It’s just… who would have thought they’d send him?”

“Yeah,” Iris groaned, eying the man before them with fury. “LU’s strongest super… Damien… he lives up to the name.”

Damien cracked his neck, closing his eyes, a fatal mistake for any other man facing the women of Idol City College. But not for him.

“If you must know,” Damien muttered, his voice was soft. Almost timid. “The others weren’t brave enough to face you all. We all saw your performance in the Preliminary’s, most of my fellow men weren’t eager to face you.”

“*Bastard*,” Iris hissed, cocking her arm back. One last attack, it’s all she had in her. He was in range, her ability allowed her to phase her arm into any surface and have it emerge from any point in an instant. He thought they were all down, and he wasn’t paying attention she could do this.

“A shame,” Damien shook his head. “You weren’t worthy of my full power.”

Iris roared, launching her spatial attack. But she was stopped, by a mere look from Damien. His starlit eyes twinkled, and a fantastic force crashed on top of Iris, smashing her into the dirt.

Iris yelped, the might of his look alone was crushing. Iris pressed her palms into the dirt, roaring like a wounded animal, trying to break free from the weight of his glare.

“Understand this,” Damien continued gently. “We at LU are no fools. We hold back against no one, man or woman. No one is without weakness or strength.”

Damien reached out an open fist. A tiny ball of light, smaller than a pebble, like a speck of dust, twinkled above his palm. Damien looked at ICC’s base ahead, curling his forefinger behind his thumb.

He flicked the speck of light forward. It dragged by all the defeated girls, drifting like a miniature shooting star straight for their base. And then it exploded. Or more accurately, expanded rapidly and then collapsed on itself. With a flick of his finger, Damien created a black hole.

It shredded their base to pieces, swallowing it, the ground, trees, even the air. Lazily, Damien pointed to his side, sending the black hole hurtling through the forest, leveling everything in its wake.

Iris and the others stared in absolute awe. He was nothing short of a god. Damien strode forward, paying no heed to the woman crumpled at his feet. They couldn’t move, even if they wanted to. And beholding his power, they knew they stood no chance.

*Even Blizzard might…* Iris screamed sense into herself. How dare she even think it! How dare her confidence in their queen falter.

“You are all mistaken, by the way,” Damien emerged from the dust cloud, carrying their flag. “You assume LU wasted their greatest power on the first match of this tournament. A mistake you and the other colleges have all made.”

Damien curled his brow, Iris was forcing herself to her knees. He sauntered over to her, crouching to her level, his face was inches from hers. A proud smile crossed his lips.

“Often times, the next strongest of LU’s student body have always been assumed to be my sidekicks, the Four Horseman,” Damien began. “But this is wrong. The next strongest aren’t my friends. The next strongest are my younger sisters, both of them. And between me and you-“

Damien leaned in close, his breath was hot on Iris’ neck and ears. She could feel all the pride he had just from the way he spoke, the way he stood.

“I think they’re as strong as me,” Damien grinned.

Iris stared at Damien in complete horror. There were *three* of these monsters???

“You have great spirit,” Damien rose to his feet. “Stand proud all of you. You fought well.”

Damien disappeared into the side of the jungle that was still standing, marching his way to victory.

*HU pulls off a debilitating victory against CoCC! But this was just the first half of the competition! Now, the individual duels are made! Who will face who? Will the boys of HU and CoCC be humiliated by the girls? What do you think? Find out on the next Tournament of Heroes! Girl Power!*