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"Leon! There you are." Griff smiled as he spotted his roommate exiting the lecture hall.
"Hey Griff," Leon answered. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd find you before your next class. How's your first day been?"
"Surprisingly good, actually." He grinned. "I mean, it sounds like all this training for the Independent League's gonna be as hard as I thought it was gonna be, but everyone seems really nice so far. What about you, how's your day been?"
"Good, good," he replied, hoisting his bookbag up onto his shoulder. "I won a mock fight in Hand-to-Hand earlier today, so that was an ego boost. It's a little weird, taking classes on fighting, but I like it. Hey," he continued, raising an eyebrow, "you're taking Weak Spots, right?"
Leon nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"I've, uh...I've heard some interesting things about it."
"Why, bad professor or something?"
"Something like that."
"Eh." Leon shrugged. "Well, it's my next class, so I guess I'll find out soon enough,"
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"Obviously," the professor continued, "it's important to know your opponent's weak spots in a battle. This knowledge is often the difference between winning and losing, so you would do well to pay close attention." She looked out at the class. "Now, there are obviously a number of techniques that can be applied to various kinds of weak spots. Some techniques can be applied to almost any opponent. Others only work on specific individuals. We'll be learning a number of both kinds, but we will begin with a technique that is effective against almost half of all fighters, regardless of skill level: attacking the testicles."
Leon's mouth hung open in disbelief: it widened even further as the instructor advanced to the next slide. Blown-up on screen was a picture of an attractive blonde, her foot rocketing into the crotch of a brown-haired male. Leon unconsciously moved a hand to protect his groin, his own balls aching in sympathy at the sight of the poor guy.
"Men," the professor continued, "are often the toughest opponents in terms of sheer brawn, for a number of reasons. On the whole -- and this is a generalization, mind you -- men tend to be both more muscular and more aggressive than women, due to the production of testosterone by the testes. They are simply biologically predisposed to fighting, and this can make full-grown men very difficult opponents. In certain circumstances, however..." -- here she tapped the screen, drawing attention again to the photo -- "...you may be able to use their manhood against them. Now, this isn't easy. Virtually any man you face will have been hit in the testicles before, and understand how important it is to protect themselves. If you find yourself in the right position, though, you can deal very significant damage with even a fairly weak attack."
Leon's mouth felt dry. He'd assumed there was some sort of courtesy rule for things like this...no, he hadn't even assumed, hadn't even
considered it. Weren't low blows just...off-limits?
"Now of course, in attacking the groin, it's important to understand the physiology of the thing. As you all should already know, the testicles are located at the crotch, hanging outside the body in a sac of skin called the scrotum." The professor tapped the board and up came a close-up of someone's ballsac, two heavy jewels hanging loosely in their sack. "This is great for reproduction -- it keeps the testicles from 'overheating', and allows the man's sperm to develop healthily. On the other hand, it leaves the testicles very vulnerable to attack, particularly because they're so fragile. A mild hit to the groin will stun most men like this, and a solid blow may end a match entirely."
She tapped the screen again, bringing up the blonde woman once more. "Take this fight, for example. Several years ago in the national semifinal, Kingsley v. Jane. Both sides had taken a beating, and Jane here was definitely the worse off. She kept fighting, though, and in the end she managed to dodge Kingsley's attacks until she could hit him in the testicles with a solid kick." The professor tapped again and the board showed a follow-up picture, the man crumpled on the ground, clutching his balls in agony. The blonde stood calmly next to him, her arms folded beneath her breasts. "As you can see, " the professor continued, "she completely disabled her opponent and actually won the match, despite her initial disadvantage."
"Excuse me?" A woman near the back of the class raised her hand. "Can you use other attacks on a male's testicles than just kicking?"
The professor smiled. "Of course. The simplest techniques are kicking and punching, but if you're in the right spot, you can also knee, or slap if you want. In some situations you can squeeze the testicles, which is extremely effective, but is also fairly difficult unless you get a good grip, as it's rather easy for a testicle to slip between your fingers. What else...if your opponent is stuck on the ground, stomping or jumping can do a
lot of damage. In the past, some people have even been adventurous enough to try biting."
The student giggled. "Ouch...really? That must hurt."
"I would imagine so, but I couldn't tell you." She shrugged. "Now, before we go any further talking about testicles, I think it's important that you all, especially the women, have a chance to examine a real pair. So with that in mind, I'm going to need a male volunteer."
By this point Leon had his head down on his desk and his hands between his legs, trying not to visualize the awful things the professor was saying. He rubbed his balls gently in an attempt to soothe their phantom pain.
"Leon?"
He looked up, startled. "Wh-what?"
"Would you come to the front of the class for a demonstration?"
His face went white, "B-but I...I mean, I, uh--"
"Don't worry," the professor reassured him, beckoning for him to come forward. "This part is entirely safe."
"I..." He blinked a few times. "O-...okay. Okay."
"Very good." She smiled. "Now, if you could come sit on the desk, please, and strip down."
Leon swallowed nervously.
Well, I knew what I signed up for. He blushed, but padded slowly toward the front of the classroom, stopping in front of the professor's large, oaken desk. He took a moment to unbutton his jeans and slide them off his legs, also removing his boxers before turning and hoisting himself onto the table. He hesitated briefly before drawing his legs apart.
"Thank you," said the professor, crouching down beside him. "Now class, as you can see..." -- Leon inhaled sharply as she took his balls into her hands, gently lifting his cock out of the way -- "...Leon here has a very normal, very healthy set of testicles. Right now, the scrotum is somewhat tight, and they are very close to his body. This is a natural defensive reflex -- the testicles will begin to withdraw into the abdomen if the body thinks they are in danger, or if the temperature is very cold. If the man is relaxed, however, they hang much lower in the scrotum."
Leon shivered; the professor had begun massaging his testicles over the last few sentences, slowly coaxing them down into his leathery sac.
"Here we are." She held Leon's testicles so that the class could see them. "Leon here isn't totally relaxed, but you can see that his scrotum is much looser, which allows his testicles to hang lower and makes it much easier to examine them. You should be able to see the pair of orbs very clearly right now, but keep in mind that most opponent's testes will be smaller than this. One of the reasons I chose Leon is that he has an unusually large pair of gonads for a man his size, which makes all this much easier to demonstrate."
A light titter went through the classroom. Leon wondered how the hell it was possible for her to know that, before thinking back to the physical exam he'd taken upon enrolling. The doctor
had taken a lot of measurements. He blushed for a moment, somewhat pleased, until an adjustment of the female's grip brought him back down to earth. He grunted and felt his leg muscles tighten as she lightly pressed into his testicle, her thumb just barely indenting the rubbery sphere. He rolled his head back with a soft moan as the professor adjusted her grip, the agony slowly spreading from his kidneys.
"Right now," she continued, "I'm hardly exerting any pressure on Leon's testicle -- about as much as it would take to squeeze a new tube of toothpaste. Leon, however, is already in considerable discomfort. If he were standing right now, he would probably still be able to keep his balance, but he would be noticeably shaky."
Leon had recovered enough to look back down at his own crotch. The sight of the older woman carelessly manipulating his balls in her hand was almost as bad as the nausea crawling through his abdomen.
The professor was looking down at his testicles, too; she gave his nut a light pulse, earning another moan from the male. "Also, at the moment, I'm only squeezing one of his testicles, between my finger and thumb. This is not a great technique for two reasons. First: it only attacks one of a male's testicles. Second: it is not a secure grip. As I mentioned earlier, it's rather easy for a man's testicle to slip out from between your fingers, especially if your opponent is not as cooperative as Leon here. So..."
Leon exhaled as she let go of his one ball, but his chest tightened again as she wrapped her fingers around his entire ballsac, trapping its tender contents in her fist. He let out a louder, shuddering moan this time as she tightened her grip, causing a few in the class to giggle quietly.
"This way, both of the man's testicles are trapped in your fist, which makes it very easy to apply pressure. If he tries to squirm away, a quick yank will usually stop him, but don't try too hard: a light pull is usually sufficient."
He felt sick now. Her fingers were digging into his balls, prodding the trapped testes and sending stabs of pain into his gut.
"If you manage to get to this point, though, you ought to be squeezing away." The professor adjusted her grip, and Leon's hips gave an involuntary jerk as she pressed down again. "A man in this state is extremely vulnerable, and a hard squeeze should provoke intense pain and a strong reaction...like this."
Leon hardly had time to register her comment before she clamped down, his testicles squishing out from between her strong fingers. He let out a squeal, hands flying to his crotch, trying to dislodge the female. "My balls!" he shrieked, body shaking in pain. "MY BALLS!"
"As you can see," the professor shouted, "he's completely helpless while I squeeze his testicles. And now, once I let go..."
Leon collapsed to the floor in the fetal position, clutching his ballsac in his hands. "My baaaalls," he moaned loudly, rocking gently on the floor. "Oh my god, my...
annngh..."
The professor folded her arms across her chest, unable to hide a little smile. "As you can see, he's completely incapacitated. If for some reason he tried to get up and fight again, I could do something like this."
Leon was in too much pain to defend as her foot came crashing down between his legs, crushing his nuts against the floor. Leon squawked in agony, another spasm of gutpain shooting through his body. He tried desperately to curl up and protect his poor gonads, but before he could do so she delivered another stomp, flattening his aching balls. Leon could only gurgle as she rested her foot on his ballsac, pinning the spheres in place with her weight.
"Clearly, any fight would be over at this point," the professor continued nonchalantly, pressing down firmly on her pupil's bare scrotum. "If, through some miracle, he was still able to fight, from this position I could easily bear down and crush his testicles until he surrendered."
The students had fallen into an awed sort of silence after watching such raw brutality unfold in front of them, uncertain of how to react. Fortunately, they didn't have to: at that moment the bell rang, mercifully interrupting the display of pain.
"Already?" the professor said, surprised. "Well, alright. You've seen enough of a demonstration for today. Dismissed."
The roomful of students quickly began filing out, grabbing bookbags and pushing in chairs. "Remember your homework!" she shouted over the noise. "Chapter 8 and the handout I gave you at the beginning of class; they'll go into more detail on what we discussed today."
Several students paused on their way out to glance at Leon, who was still writhing at the front of the classroom. A few women giggled; a few men looked somewhat queasy. The last girl to exit stopped at the door. "Um...?" she asked uneasily, biting her lip. "Is he going to be alright?"
"He'll be fine," the professor reassured. "I'll see to it personally that he's taken care of."
"A-alright. See you in class tomorrow, professor," she said, exiting the classroom and leaving the two alone.
The professor sat down on the front of her desk, folding her arms in her lap as she watched Leon writhe beneath her, still crumpled on the floor. She listened to his agonized groans for a few minutes before prodding gently at his side with her toe. "So, uh...how are you doing?" she asked tentatively.
"
My nuts," Leon croaked, doubled over around his aching crotch. "Oh my god, what did you do to my
nuts?"
"Yeah, listen," she said sheepishly, scratching at the back of her head, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but it's important that the class see a genuine reaction from someone who isn't expecting to be hit. For learning purposes and all. It happens every year, you just happened to be the unlucky guy this time around."
"Oh god, why me," Leon wheezed. His hands were still wrapped protectively around his testicles, which judging from the feel had swollen to at least twice their normal size. "This is sick."
"It's a legitimate part of fighting in the Independent League," she countered, watching the man curled up at her feet. "If you're going to be battling in the League someday, you need to know what you're up against and you need to be ready for it. Also, for what it's worth, this whole thing was safe -- I've never actually popped anyone's balls. Er. Well." The professor blushed. "I've never popped somebody during that demonstration, anyway."
Leon simply groaned in response.
"Hey," she continued after a moment, climbing down from her desk, "I, uh...I imagine you're not particularly fond of me right now, but I need to take a look at you and make sure everything's alright, okay?"
"Mmrrgh," he grunted, "please, no."
Her eyes softened. "Really, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. If there /is/ something wrong, we need to find it now or you're going to be in trouble."
Leon was still less than thrilled to be letting the female have at his balls again, but he saw her point. Reluctantly -- and with great effort -- he rolled onto his back, slowly ******* his hands away from his crotch.
"Thank you," she said, smiling as she dropped down the floor to join him. "I promise I'll make this as pleasant as possible."
Once again, Leon shivered as the professor lifted his member out of the way, and let out a deep, tense breath as she gently cupped his nuts in her hands. This was probably going to hurt. He tried to ignore the small pangs of pain running through his torso as she began to roll his balls between her fingers, her hot breath on his groin, her thumb rubbing in slow circles against his cockhead...
"W-what are you...?" he stuttered confusedly, craning his head to look down at his professor, her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.
"Hmm?" She looked up from his crotch and grinned. "Ah. Well, I figure you deserve some kind of reward after what I put you through, and seeing as how I need to make sure everything's still working down here anyway, I might as well make it enjoyable, right?
"B-but whaaaaaoooohhhhhh," Leon moaned, caught by surprise as she ran her tongue up the underside of his stiffening member, the length giving a healthy throb in response. "Fu...
fuuuuuuuck."
"Relax," she purred, giving his length another gentle pump. "Your body's been through a lot recently -- it doesn't know
what's going on right now. Give it a minute to adjust."
Leon started to protest but was interrupted by another slow, meandering lick up the side of his cock, his companion's tongue sliding along the sensitive flesh. His head dropped back to the floor as she gave his straining rod a few short strokes, squeezing the length between her fingers. Leon shivered and let out a quiet groan as she took him briefly into her moutth, suckling on the tip of his cock for a moment before letting it slide back out.
"Now," the professor asked softly, pausing. "Feeling any better?"
"Mmmmmm..."
"Should I keep going?"
"Please," Leon moaned. He shivered again as she ran her tongue along his shaft once more, coating the rod in a layer of saliva. He could feel her hot breath on his cock as she gave him another long stroke, her fingers brushing against his balls at the base.
"Y'know, I wasn't lying earlier, about the big balls thing," she grinned, looking up briefly from Leon's throbbing member. "You're pretty hung."
"Th-thanks," Leon stammered, fighting to keep his tone steady as she continued to slowly jerk him off. His cock twitched needfully in response to the woman's strokes, unaccustomed to anything but his own right hand. Leon gave a quick glance down at his groin and gave a shuddering groan at what he saw: his professor gazing hungrily at his crotch, one hand fondling her breasts as the other continued to pump his impressive length. He tossed his head back and growled ferally as her tongue played across the end of his shaft, his body spasming in response.
However, he was brought quickly back to Earth as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his ballsac. He let out a startled yelp as she gave the twin spheres a rough squeeze. "Oh
fuck be careful with those," Leon groaned, an all-too-familiar wave of nausea rising in his gut.
"Oh stop complaining, they're just fine," she replied teasingly, rolling his nuts in her palm as she gave his shaft another lick, this time earning a small spurt of pre for her efforts. "Besides, here's something to make them feel better."
Leon inhaled sharply as she took his nuts into her mouth, sucking gently on the swollen orbs. Carefully she lifted one on her tongue, pressing it lightly to the roof of her mouth before repeating the action with the other testicle. Leon let out a throaty moan as she worshipped the twin spheres. In contrast to the agony he'd been through earlier, this treatment seemed almost unbearably pleasurable.
She continued to suck for a few more moments before letting his nuts slip from between her lips with a wet pop. "Did that help?" she purred, leaning in and rubbing her nose up against his balls.
"Yes," answered Leon dazedly, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad," she breathed, leaning in to swallow the his shaft once again.
Leon had been fighting the impulse for a while, now, but couldn't resist any longer: a hand strayed to the back of his professor's head, holding her in place as she serviced him. She moaned approvingly around the cock in her mouth, sending a pleasant wave of vibration back to Leon and eliciting another shot of pre from the male.
The professor pulled back for a moment to catch her breath and looked up at Leon, smiling. "Y'know," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice, "there's nothing I'd like more right now than to ride the fuck out of you, but I think your balls have probably taken enough abuse today without my ass, huh?" She stuck her tongue out. "Ah well. Maybe some other time."
"It's a daaaaaaaaaate," moaned Leon, arching his hips as she slurped at his shaft again, licking from base to tip.
"I'll hold you to it," she replied with a wink, before moving to suck on one of his nuts again. She rotated the orb in her mouth, coating it with saliva before letting it fall out into her hand. She gave it a light pulse, earning a soft groan and a shot of pre that splattered across her face.
Leon could feel an orgasm starting to approach: even with all his balls had been through, he felt ready to blow. The feeling intensified as something warm but unfamiliar enveloped his shaft: he looked down to find his cock sandwiched between the professor's bare tits, her tongue still wrapped around the head.
"Lyke whachou see?" she mumbled around her mouthful, grinning.
"Ohhhhhh god yes," he groaned, head falling back to the ground as she began pumping in earnest. His rod slid smoothly between her mounds of flesh, his spurts of pre and her own saliva lubricating the passage. Gently he guided her head, bobbing up and down on his aching cock. He was close to the edge; any second now...
The professor too could sense that he was close: with each stroke she felt his shaft throb between her breasts, threatening to explode. She redoubled her efforts, gripping her generous melons around the rock-hard flesh. "Come on," she growled playfully, spitting on Leon's cock, "we don't have all day." Again she took him into her mouth, suckling on the end of his length.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned, head rolling back in pleasure. "I...I'm gonna--"
"Mmmmm," rumbled the female in response, sucking hungrily on his throbbing member and stroking that which remained outside of her mouth between her breasts.
"I...oh
god," Leon panted. "Ahh...
ahhhhh...
ANNNGH!"
Leon's hips spasmed as his cock let loose, firing spurt after spurt of red-hot ejaculate down the woman's throat. The professor wrapped her tongue around the rod and gulped down the first few shots as Leon moaned something unintelligible, his hand gripping her head tightly. She continued to suck for a few moments before letting the length slip from her mouth and back into her hand, continuing to pump the rod as another several ropes of Leon's cum splashed across her chest. With her free hand she rubbed the warm seed into her tits, leaning in lick up what had dribbled down Leon's cock.
Leon moaned softly as he fired off a few more weak spurts, painting the professor's face with his spunk. His eyes were wide open, unfocused, staring at the ceiling as the woman lapped at his member. Her tongue sent post-orgasmic shivers through his body, his toes curling at the sensation.
The professor rumbled pleasantly as Leon's cock continued to spasm weakly in her grip, the male stiffening slightly with each contraction. She looked down at herself and grinned at her partner's load splattered across her chest, slowly dripping downwards towards her already cum-stained blouse. "Now," she asked, taking a moment to lick the cum from the back of her hand. "Feeling any better?"
Leon simply groaned in response, torn between the lazy bliss of afterglow and the residual ache still lingering in his balls.
She smiled. "Yeah, I know they still hurt. It takes a while, unfortunately."
The two rested in silence for a few moments, the woman content and the man exhausted. The professor lay down alongside Leon, her breasts pressing up against his side.
"Listen," she said, finally. Her hand continued to drift up and down slowly, absent-mindedly stroking the length still in her hand. "I know you're in no condition to move yet, and I don't have anywhere to be, so why don't you just...hang out here, for the time being?"
"Sounds...sounds good," panted Leon, still quite dazed and disoriented from his experience.
The professor smiled. "Good. And besides," she added playfully, shifting closer, "I believe we have a date..."
Leon let out a moan as her lips closed around his cock once again...
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