[Daredevil] A Fond Reunion

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Daredevil was in the middle of his nightly patrol of the city. He lept from rooftop to rooftop with ease, occasionally using his wire to swing when there was a particularly large gap. He loved these acrobatic displays - they were one of the times he felt most alive. He loved the rush of the air around him, the cold wash of it. He loved the shifting perception of the city that his senses afforded him. He could hear the traffic, the people as they spoke. He could even hear the heartbeats of those around him, the way some picked up as they headed out on their dates. He could smell their arousal, their giddy fear.

He tried not to let his abilities distract him too much, but in truth he was already distracted. He was on his way to meet with Elektra - his beautiful on-again-off-again lover and rival. He had not seen her for months, had thought her dead for a while. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, and for a moment his boot slid across the top of one as he landed. His legs spread, but he sprung back before the stretch became too much. As he walked across the rooftop, he massaged his inner thigh. That had been a close call…


He reached the edge of the warehouse, and leapt to the next. Mid-leap, he became distracted. There was a woman below, a woman he knew. It was a relatively recent ex, and he could smell the sex upon her. Punisher? Really? He fumbled as he flew through the window of the building - one he had indeed aimed for, but his legs were too far apart.


Daredevil, at full speed, went through the window and rather than landing on the bed on his back, or the floor on his feet, he came to a less than graceful stop courtesy of his groin. He landed nuts first, the open door to the closet not something he had taken into account due to his distraction.



His balls took the brunt of the impact. He groaned in agony as his balls deformed around the wood of the edge of the door. He could hear the minute crack in the frame as the door took all two hundred ten pounds of body and muscle, his testicles in vain attempting to absorb that impact. He rolled to this side, leather gloved hands sliding between his legs to try to soothe the agony as he panted. Tears sprang to his eyes as he massaged his bruised and battered groin.



Oh god, why was I so reckless? The thought was doing nothing to alleviate the pain. He laid there, leather gloved hands fumbling over his groin to try to massage away the agony. After a minute he managed to move to all fours and crawl away from the door. He should have worn a cup. He knew he should have worn a protective cup. The fact of the matter was, such equipment restricted his movements when fighting more often than not… and if he was willing to admit it to himself, he kind of liked the pain.


He crouched on all fours as he massaged his groin, the leather sliding over the minimal black protective material between his thighs. He could feel his cock stirring to life as the pain throbbed in his balls. Maybe landing poorly… wasn’t the worst thing. He knew he’d have to examine himself when he got home. Ice. Painkillers. He knew he’d be meditating, but for now he could feel each individual testicle minimally. Nothing felt too badly damaged. He could make his… date.



He moved through the warehouse, his slight limp something he thought he hid relatively well. He could hear Elektra moving down below, the heartbeat as familiar to him as his own. He steeled himself for a moment, straightened, and then did a dramatic flip down to the warehouse floor. There were no greetings, no need for them. They fell into sparring, Daredevil feeling the bruises with each movement.


He could predict Elektra’s moves, knowing her well. She broadcast some. She couldn’t help it. He was feeling overconfident, even with his own injuries. He was in top form, but what he didn’t account for, was the fact that Elektra was as well.


She was frustrated with his overconfidence. She could read it in his features, and soon in his voice as well as he taunted her.


“You enjoy your time off?” He asked as he ducked a punch and playfully brushed his knuckles over the firm rise of her breast. “You got some good rest.”


He flipped back, and Elektra moved forward. She did a low sweep with her legs, and he jumped forward. He retaliated with a punch that sent her flying back. She landed in a pile of boxes, groaning for a moment at the pain to her back. But she’d learned something. She’d been watching him, and she’d been learning. He was favoring his right leg. There was something wrong.



She guessed that he was vulnerable. He rarely wore a cup, and she tended not to take advantage of the fact but tonight it was too inviting a target. She waited for her opening, and feigned a weak punch to his midsection. He raised his hands, taking the bait.


But Elektra had a plan of her own. She knew that Daredevil was vulnerable in the genital area, and she wanted to make a point. So as they fought, she feigned a weak punch to his midsection, hoping to catch him off guard. Daredevil, thinking he could easily block the punch, let his guard down. She took the opportunity, and landed a hard snap-kick to his groin.



Daredevil doubled over in pain instantly, grabbing for himself with a cry. Elektra moved in, catching a punch to his jaw. He cursed as he moved to block a second punch to the same spot, only for Elektra to slide down to the ground.


She launched an unforgiving uppercut at Daredevil’s unprotected groin. He was a split-second too slow, and her knuckles connected between his thighs. She felt his balls beneath the reinforced fabric as they were forced up. She felt his thighs move to close, a howl of breathless pain escaping him. She moved to her feet as he fell, only to slam her boot back down upon him. She pressed down, her lover writhing beneath the pressure.


She knew his balls were bruised, she knew they were swelling - imagined she could see them as they strained against the skin-tight suit. But more than his testicles were straining. She could see the bulge where his cock was, hard and erect beneath the thick leather as she pressed her boot down.



“Oh fuck,” he moaned as she twisted her boot. He grabbed fruitlessly at her ankle, and Elektra smirked.

“Beg.” She ordered, not knowing if he’d beg for release or further punishment still…