Discipline

Parody : Arknights | Knowing the source material is recommended but not necessary
Content warning : >!weapons!<

Whether it was because hardly anyone read the last story that it was unsuccessful or due to it's poor quality, I am not going to stop, until I understand what I'm doing wrong. That said, I promised that I'll write both of the stories from the poll and a little sadness won't stop me. Please forgive my little rant, just had to get it off my chest.

Thank you all for your support and please enjoy!

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You were enjoying your free time in the dormitory, sipping on a cup of warm beverage when you were forcefully seized and brought to the training area, where you were put into an uncomfortable skin-tight suit that greatly resembled a straitjacket with how little mobility you were left with once it was on. It had the horrifying addition of a small hole at the bottom, perfectly sized to let your scrotum pass by pulling your nuts one by one.

“Operator Walnut, I assume you understand the reason for you being here, so let’s cut to the chase.” The whip-wielding perro looked down at you as if you were nothing more than trash and even her calm, professional demeanor did little to hide her resentment towards you.

“Please forgive me, Instructor. I couldn’t help it. It was Operator Schwarz’s fault-” you tried to reason with her, but each word that left your mouth only served to agitate her to the point of her gaze alone being enough to silence you.

“Your lack of manners will NOT be blamed on Miss Schwarz or her choice of clothing. You are lucky that she didn’t break your arm right then and there. That said, this is your first offense and to make sure you understand that such behaviour will not be tolerated, I assure you that what you’re going to experience now is a far cry from what happens to repeat offenders. Now get off your knees and spread your legs. Each time you fall we start over until you’re either done with this phase or a permanent addition to your medical record has to be made.” The amount of life-threatening information that was just presented to you was enough to stop any semblance of rational thought from occurring in your brain.

Screaming like a madman, you stood up and rushed to the exit.

**Whoosh-CRACK!**

Splitting air and landing squarely in the middle of your exposed ballsack, Instructor Dobermann’s leathern whip sent ripples of concentrated suffering across your whole lower body. It took you a second to realize what happened, but by that time your body had already given up on trying to balance itself. One would consider you lucky that it wasn’t the combat whip that she was using but to the you, who was rolling around on the ground with no way to defend the bright-red plums from further assault, it might as well have been the steel-tipped one.

Your incessant screaming might have drowned out any other noise that might have been present in the enclosed chamber you were in, but you could still feel the instructor slowly approaching you. It took all your strength to go against your reflexes and start wiggling towards the exit, but as her booted toe lightly pressed your swollen nuts into the stone floor, you realized that there was only one thing you could do. After taking a deep breath, you tried to squeeze your legs shut around her foot and try to throw her off of you, but that only resulted in her pressing down so hard you could feel her boot leaving an imprint on your poor spunk-tanks.

“That way is phase two, you don’t need to go there yet,” even though her tone hadn’t changed, you could feel a form of sadistic joy in her words. “Due to your misconduct, you will no longer be given the chance to take your punishment while standing up, not that you’ll be able to stand up without help in the first place,” only after making sure you understood your position did she lift her foot up, allowing a moment of respite before commanding you to “present” yourself to her.

With struggling leading to more pain than it was worth, you stopped your pointless resistance and lifted your butt up, allowing your bruised berries to hang freely. And then, there was nothing. Moments passed and stretched into an eternity as you awaited her strike. You couldn’t even look back from this painful position to see if Dobermann was even there, so you shut your eyes and waited.

“*Is this some sort of sick joke? No wonder she’s still single. I bet if she approached someone they’d ins-*” too preoccupied in your slanderous thoughts, you relaxed a bit and it was just the moment she was waiting for.

**SLAM! THUD! THUD! THUMP! BAM!**

Her foot didn’t miss the mark, equally harming both of your precious testes. Like a well-oiled machine, she made sure to inflict as much pain as possible with each consecutive strike, leaving you breathless and on the verge of losing your sanity.

“MY BALLS! YOU’RE CRUSHING THEM! PLEASE! MY BALLS!” your nonsensical screams fruitlessly echoed and before long turned into nothing more than background noise.

“Five more to go! If you wall, we’re starting over!” for once you heard her excited and your mind couldn’t quite process that sensation, what it could process, though, was the inordinate ache that was radiating from your beanbag, so much so that if pain could generate electricity, you alone would be able to power the entirety of Rhodes Island.

**SQUISH!**

There was something wrong with how her foot landed, you couldn’t tell why it was, but as the pain more than doubled just from it alone, your trembling knees almost gave out.

**CRUNCH!**

You had a hunch that she was planning something devious for the last few strikes, but you didn’t expect her to have such good aim, especially considering the force she was exerting. The last two as well as the remaining three strikes which she executed in rapid succession were aimed just at your right nut, leaving you unable to fall even if you wanted to as your muscles started convulsing uncontrollably.

Endurance was supposed to be your strong point, but it sure didn’t feel like it anymore. “Please… no more...”

“You fell after the tenth hit connected,” she said calmly. Your heart racing, you sheepishly raised your backside once more, showing her how destructive her attacks were. At that point even if one was to try and force your nuts back through the hole in the suit, they wouldn’t be able to do it without breaking something, especially the right one, which was hardly contained by the purplish ballsack. She moved in closer, sending shivers down your spine as you felt her leg rise ever so slightly. “Now, how should you treat your fellow operators, regardless of their gender, race and personal choices that don’t involve you?”

With the looming feeling of her powerful foot just inches away from your damaged manhood, you couldn’t afford to give a wrong answer. “W-with respect.”

**STOMP!**

You flinched at the sudden noise, but since it wasn’t followed by the feeling of having your balls blasted into oblivion, you couldn’t help but let a nervous laugh escape your lips.

“Go back and change,” even with her help it took a great deal of effort to stand up and get to the open doorway, after which you were left to reach the exit alone. The last stretch was direct as can be and so you couldn’t help but smile as you slowly limped towards safety, forced to keep your legs apart to not accidentally squish what was left of your berries.

Your tunnel vision, however, quickly became your downfall as you felt something graze your swollen nutsack followed by a stinging pain. The second phase of your punishment started the moment you stepped out into the open.

“Over here!” you heard Senior Operator Kroos’s taunt as she unloaded her weapon into the two large targets hanging between your legs. Luckily, the ammunition she used was a slow-flying plastic ball, but that was all that was in your favour as her aim was deadly as ever and with how mangled your plums were, it wouldn’t take many of those hits to do some permanent damage.

**PAM!**

Distracted by Kroos, you missed another sniper’s shot to the backside of your nutsack, which made you double over in pain and almost lose your footing. Thrown into a battlefield, you couldn’t afford to slow down and so you rushed to the exit, hoping that the adrenaline rush would be enough for your balls to survive.

**PAM! PAM! PAM!**

Even if one missed, three more would hit their mark, leaving not a moment for you to collect yourself if you would fall.

With only a dozen or so steps left, with the ache in your bruised nutsack making the first phase seem like a paradise, you couldn’t help but stop in shock of what happened.

Landing right in front of the exit with catlike agility, the very same operator that you tried to assault was standing with a cannon-like weapon in hand. You’ve seen what she did to even the strongest of enemies, and with her sight locked on such a large target, there was no way she’d miss.

**THUD!**

Barely in time you dodged the high-velocity slug, falling face-first into the stone floor, right in front of the feline’s feet. You couldn’t look up to see her, but her murderous aura was enough for you to understand your helplessness.

You laid motionless as she slowly positioned herself behind you. “No, please…I’m sorry! I-I still”

“Shut it.”

**Click**

And just like that the restrains that held your arms behind your back were removed.

“Get out of my sight before I change my mind,” her cold voice was got stuck in your mind as you rushed to stand up and walked towards the exit with no strength left to even consider looking back. That day you learned a very important lesson, one you wouldn’t forget even if you wanted to.