“Scary, but Hot,” by Skdadleskodle

Every night was a toss up. Most nights he'd be world famous, the massive crowd cheering for him as he basked in his victory. His face on the giant screens. His arms raised high in celebration. His friends clapping for him. Those were good nights.
Tonight, though, he was on his back, tears rolling down his face. The Rhydon was grinning down at him, her heavy grey tail raised high, prepared to end his reproductive future. The Luxio attempted to beg, but his voice choked into a wail as the tail slammed down. Putting all the power she could muster into the attack, the colossal force was just too much for his testicles to take. With no room for them to escape, the poor spheres were instantly turned to paste, the thunderous SMACK completely overpowering the quiet double pop. His vision was already fading, but just to rub it in his face that there was nothing to save, her tail came up and down again, further mashing the mush that was once his marbles.
~Beep~ ~Beep~ ~Beep~
Leo awoke with a gasp, eye darting around his apartment. Blinking the sleep away, he was relieved to find himself safe and alone. The room was empty, half illumined by the sunlight starting to shine through the window, the busy sounds of the city knocking against the glass.
"What a nice way to wake up," he grumbled to nobody in particular, rolling over to slap his alarm off. 
Letting his arm hang off the bed while lying there for a lazy moment, his other paw absentmindedly moved to check his sack, confirming that he was, indeed, still a male. Fingers gently circling around each testicle with a sigh, he found them swollen and tender, but otherwise okay. Satisfied, his hand instinctively slid upward, fingers lightly wrapping around his flaccid length, only to instantly pull away like his dick burnt them. 
"Don't tempt yourself," Leo thought. He tried to avoid touching his cock as much as possible. He just didn't trust himself to not jerk off, should he do so.
The electric-type had never thought about his testicles that much before he joined the Underground League. He never had too, they just weren't important. But now, five months into his UL career, they were constantly on his mind. Through a combination of blue balling and whatever the fuck Abby decided to do to them that day, his nuts were perpetually sore. He even had to start wearing more baggy pants last month. His old jeans were just too tight for his balls to fit in comfortably anymore. An ice pack every night used to help, but as they'd inevitably swell right back up after every ball-battering training session, he didn't even bother anymore. He had a cute red dress he’d wear sometimes, but that provided even less protection from an accidental bump against a table, or a joking tap from his friends.
Even his dreams involved get ballbusted. Last night it had been the Delphox focusing on the right one. He could still remember the nightmare vividly. Bubbles of nutmeat squeezing between her toes for what seemed like hours. His ball getting flatter and flatter, until, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, her right foot was lifted off the ground, moving to be placed atop her left. Her chuckle echoed through the stadium as she pressed down on the rubbery blue bubbles, his nut somehow spreading out even more underfoot. His tail thrashed wildly and his back arched. That time it was the crowd's cheers that muffled the sound of the pop.
Stretching, Leo sat up on the edge of the bed, staring at his groin. Deep deep down, when he was in a match, a tiny part of him wondered if losing his nuts wouldn't be that bad. At least then they'd never get hurt again.
The thought always vanished once Hannah or one of the other gals wrapped their hand around his dick, though. Then he couldn't be prouder of those cyan jewels. Not to mention, he wouldn't be nearly as popular as he was becoming if he didn't have them. Perhaps Abby was right about them being made to be bashed around. The stubborn spheres had certainly survived far longer than he had expected.
Speaking of which, Leo's next match was only two days away. Two more days until his balls were going to be wrung dry. Two days until Hannah was riding him, moaning into his ear as she made him shoot yet another blast of cum into her heavenly wet pussy. Two days until his eyes were rolling back while Lexie and Blair pumped his length into the Gardevoir, making sure every last drop of semen was shot into her womb. He could barely wait, the thought alone was almost enough to get him off. Looking back down, he could even feel an orgasm building right n-
“Ah dammit." The Luxio's hand quickly removed itself from his penis, clinching into a fist. Frowning down at the erect cock twitching in the air, Leo shook his head. How long had he been jerking off? A minute? However long, it was enough to re-ignite the soreness coming from his balls, as if they were furious to have the opportunity for release denied when they were seconds away from being emptied. He needed to stop thinking about sex all the time, it was just making his blue balls even worse.
"Just two more days, you can do it."
With his genitals more or less constantly being the center of attention in one way or another, sex was on his mind a lot. Those girls sure knew how to soothe his nut-ache. Sometimes even his damn dick was sore from being sucked so hard. To think, he had actually almost turned down Abby's offer of introducing him to the trio, assuming that she was joking. After such a humiliating defeat, it had been quite a surprise that there were still ‘mon that wanted to fuck him. The Luxio wasn't used to others being that forward or adventures with him. Of course, two of the three gals also wanted to bust him in addition to the fucking, but hey, it was worth it.
Walking to the bathroom to get ready to head to the gym, Leo wondered what Abby had in store for his nuts today. Thankfully, the match being so near meant today's training session would be a little lighter than usual. Apparently, he was going to be battling against a Greninja named Brooke. An easy match up, he thought. With his type advantage, he could probably knock her out with a single zap. She didn't stand a chance.
Slightly bouncing on his heels while brushing his teeth, he took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. His black mane, which he had always wished was a little bigger, stuck out wildly. After combing it straight, his gaze moved downward. The light blue fur of his chest and arms ended abruptly at his midsection, turning black just under his belly button like a pair of pants. The male wasn't that muscular, though his body was still well defined. Getting his nuts kicked in on an almost daily basis was quite the workout!
His dick, still angry at being ignored, stuck straight out, leaving his cyan testicles hanging by themselves. He couldn't help but chuckle every time he looked at them, they were just slightly too big for his size. According to Blair, the left one was the plumper of the two, but he couldn’t really tell just by looking at them.
Walking out to get dressed, he stole a sideways glance at his firm ass in the mirror, playfully spanking himself with his own star-tipped tail. It was a move he’d done during his last match, and boy, had the crowd loved it.
Despite the near constant threat of getting neutered, Leo's confidence had never been higher. Mid-match he was usually, quite frankly, terrified. But outside of that, the girls, and the crowd, made him feel alive. Though aching and tired, he was motivated. He felt strong. He felt sexy. A simple nightmare wasn't going to damper his spirits. Especially when it was a nightmare of a match that he had won.
Stepping out of his apartment, he saw that a Sceptile was coming down the hall towards him. Paying her no mind, he began to lock his door. It was then that he heard her gasp. 
Turning, Leo found the grass-type staring at him like she was trying to figure something out. She seemed surprised to see him for some reason, even though he had no idea who she was. He thought he might have seen her before around the apartment building, but he couldn't be sure. She was clearly expecting him to say something, though.
"... Can I help you?"
Her eyes got bigger as she heard his voice, "Oh shit! I knew I recognized you! You're Leo, aren't you?"
The male blinked in surprise, "Yes? ... um ... I'm sorry, have we met before?"
"Huh? Oh! No, sorry, I'm just a really big fan!" she answered, hopping in place.
"Like, of the Underground League?" Leo questioned in a somewhat hushed tone, in case anyone in the nearby rooms overheard them speaking about the UL. He wasn't ashamed of his career, necessarily, but he didn't feel the need to let everyone he lived near know that he regularly got naked and kicked in the plums for money. That would be quite the awkward subject at a family reunion, his older sister would undoubtedly mock him relentlessly about it.
"Uh-huh! I've watched all of your matches multiple times! That one against that Noivern gal was super hot!"
That there were 'mon that got off to his jewels getting cracked didn't shock him anymore. Lexie and Blair were very open about that fact (a little too open, actually), but it was still kind of jarring to have a random 'mon admit that they found his near castration sexy to his face. Still, for whatever reason, a small part of him enjoyed her compliment.
"Oh! Heh, thanks. I always try to put on a good show. Gotta keep the crowd entertained and all that!"
Taking a step closer, she looked him up and down like a piece of meat, "Oh, your matches are very entertaining! I swear, you got balls of fuckin' steel! It's like they're unpoppable or something!"
"Hah! They certainly don't feel that way when they're getting squished against the floor," he replied, with a slightly uncomfortable smile. His life really did revolve around his nuts now.
The female giggled, her hand suddenly shooting down to grab her phone from the pocket of her grey hoodie, "Speaking of your balls: could I knee you in the crotch?"
The feline's hips turned slightly, his smile instantly turning into a confused frown, "E-e-excuse me?"
The Sceptile noticed his eyebrows raise, and covered her mouth, "Oh, fuck, I'm being creepy, sorry. It's just, my friend ran into that Tyranitar champion dude, Rex-what's-his-name, the other day in the city, and he let her kick him. Her video got a ton of likes, and I just wanted to, y'know, do it too, to brag, I guess. It’s not every day you run into a UL fighter!"
Leo had a feeling that the Tyranitar had agreed to the kick only because he was huge and had armored skin. The question surprised him so much that he stuttered, "Uhhh..."
"Just once? Please?" She cupped her hands together, begging him to say yes like she was just asking for an autograph. At least Blair and Lexie got him off a few times before asking for a kick.
He expected himself to blurt out "Fuck no," but he didn't. Maybe he wanted to show off that he could take it, maybe he wanted to get some of that social media fame, or maybe just because he was in a good mood about his upcoming match, but he actually, strangely, said yes. He'd been loving how sexy the gals made him feel, and though he obviously hated ballbusting, it made them excited, which got him excited, which usually led to his dick getting played with. He wouldn’t have even met them if he hadn’t put his balls on the line. In a twisted way, the threat of his sex life ending somehow led to him getting more sex.
Plus, he had a feeling that this kind of thing was probably normal for the higher ranking male fighters. Probably. Might as well get used to it.
"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the female happily squeed, cutting Leo off before he could say anything else. He shuffled in place as the female took a long step forward, making their size difference very noticeable. Standing uncomfortably close, she motioned at his groin, "Could you thrust your hips out a little more?"
He did so after a short pause, ears flattening back when she placed her free hand on his shoulder. He tried to imagine running into a female fighter and asking to punch her in the tit. Probably wouldn’t go over that well.
"Here, let me start recording!" She held her phone up between her claws, extending her arm to try to get both of them in frame. Luckily, she was quite a bit taller than him. Unsure if he was supposed to look into the camera or not, he settled on staring directly ahead at her chest. It only seemed fair that he got something nice to look at in return. Not that there was much to look at, her giant hoodie was not at all form fitting. Still, she was clearly turned on, which his dumb horny brain felt was a good thing.
She said something else he didn’t catch. Glancing up, Leo wondered aloud, "So, am I just supposed to- OOF."
~Thump~
Wasting absolutely no time, her thigh sailed up between his legs, momentarily pancaking his nuts against his pelvis. A strong hit, but he'd taken much worse before. A quiet moan escaped his mouth as they re-inflated, teeth clenching shut so as to not make too much noise and wake everyone up. His fan also moaned, though for a different reason.
Then came a second hit, which, though not as forceful, was still enough to make his feet leave the floor briefly. Thank Arceus he was wearing his gym clothes, else his balls wouldn't have been able to squirm out of the way as much. Unfortunately, she didn’t know his limits like the gals did, and just hit with what she assumed was the correct amount of force. A force that, to him, felt more like a freight train than the friendly smack she intended.
Huffing and bending over slightly at the waist, the Luxio frowned up at her. "T-that wasn't one!"
The grass-type shrugged nonchalantly, stopping the recording, "Heh, sorry, got a little carried away. But wow! You didn’t even fall down! That felt really nice, I could, like, feel them squishing through your pants!"
"How nice. Is that all you wanted?" Leo stood back up straight, rubbing his abdomen to ease the pain. He noticed she seemed out of breath somehow. 
She nodded enthusiastically, pulling up the video, "Yup! Oh, that was a rush! I've always wanted to hit a guy there! None of my exes ever let me for some reason."
"Gee, I wonder fucking why." Leo pondered to himself. 
Her face beamed as she pressed play to watch the video back, licking her lips. He couldn't see the screen, not that he wanted to.
"Ew, is that really what I sound like when I get hit?" he wondered as he heard the ​thump-thump of her knees. Looking down at this watch, he began to worry about being late, but he was too insecure to be rude and run off. Besides, this was his first encounter with a fan (aside from the trio), and he wanted to make a good impression. The idea that her recording might also get more people to tune into his matches also crossed his mind.
The Sceptile rapidly tapped on her phone like she was typing something, “Oh man, the forum is going to love this! Your face looks so cute! Thank you so much!”
Leo looked back up at her, confused, “You have a whole forum about hitting fighters in the nuts?”
“I meant the UL forum?”
“The what?”
She cocked her head, lowering her phone, “You don’t know?”
“Should I?”
“It’s a website for people to chat about matches and stuff. All the fighters have their own page, and I was gonna post this to yours.”
That was news to him. Leo didn’t interact that much with the UL outside of training and his and Abby’s matches. Did he really have a whole forum thread just about him? Was that even a good thing?
He asked the former, and she nodded, “Of course! Pretty much every fighter has one! Smaller fighters don’t have that much on them, obviously, but the higher ranked ones have, like, dozens to hundreds of pages of comments and videos! Here, I’ll pull up yours!”
The male moved to her side, still rubbing his stomach. He didn’t care if he was late now, he was too curious. Sure enough, she had a (surprisingly professional looking), website pulled up, and was typing his name into a search bar. Scrolling to him, she clicked on his thread, holding the phone down for him to see better.
“See, you have twenty-two tribute videos on yours! Oh! And look, someone posted a new video half-an-hour ago!”
She tapped the video, which began playing as he wondered aloud, “Tribute video? You mean like someone jerking off- Woah!”
Leo almost had to place his hands over his eyes to stop them from falling out of his skull. The video was split into two separate sides by a black bar. A zoomed-in recording of his match against Roxie the Delphox played on the left. Specifically, it was the part where she was bouncing on his right nut, the sight of which made him queasy. Abby had tried to get him to watch replays of his matches, but he hated it so much he refused. Getting his balls almost popped was one thing, but to see himself in the third person being busted, it was just too much.
But that wasn’t what surprised him, rather, it was the naked female Ampharos attempting to balance atop two cyan stress balls on the right side of the screen, seemingly attempting to replicate Roxie’s actions. As the Delphox stepped down, she stepped down, trying to get the fake ball just as flat as Leo’s real ball. Her face couldn’t be seen, but the camera was zoomed out just enough for her pussy to be visible in the frame. She was holding a small vibrator to her clit, and began grinding her foot with Roxie, clearly wishing she was in the fighter’s place. The sound was muted, but judging from the way she was shaking, he had a feeling she was being quite loud. It looked like she was about to make herself cum, but the Sceptile paused the video.
She grinned in approval, “Pretty cool, right?” 
Taking a long moment to comprehend what he had just seen, Leo blinked up at her, “That’s one word for it. Just … wow. Don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Kind of a, uh … odd thing to see.”
“I mean, when you watch porn, don’t you fantasize about being in their place? It’s basically the same thing.”
Leo opened his mouth to disagree, but that actually did make at least some sense. He’d watched a BDSM video or two himself, after all. It was kind of flattering, in a way? It was freaky, yes, but weren’t they still getting off to him? They found him attractive enough to record themselves masturbating to his match? Scary, but hot.
And if he was going to keep competing, he should at least try to embrace it, right? Give the people what they want? Better than mopping about and hating everything. And surely if all these people liked seeing his balls get squished, that meant they didn’t actually want him to get popped?
“And you said I had twenty-two videos like this in total? That means my matches are pretty popular, right?”
“Well, twenty-three once I post this, thank you so much again by the way! And, heh, actually, it looks like six of the videos here are from someone named, uh, ‘Lexshocker42.’ Guess they’re your number one fan!”
“Ha, well, that’s … something.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. The gals knew about this? Why hadn’t they told him? Them posting to it wasn’t that surprising, but he’d at least like to have known. They hadn’t been recording their training sessions, had they? Had Hannah posted to it? Had Abby? If so, was that good or bad? 
It was a lot to take in all at once. Fighting in the Underground League was so completely different from his previous career, a thought he voiced: “Heh! You know, before I joined the UL, I never really got that much attention from people.”
The female ogled him again, leaning back to get a look at his butt, “Really? I would’ve thought a guy like you would have all kinds of crazy sex stories!”
He chuckled, oddly starting to grin, “You mean like fans wanting to fuck me? No, I never had that happen before. My life was pretty boring, actually. I mean, I’ve had some short term girlfriends and boyfriends and stuff like that, but nothing particularly story worthy. Although, well ..."
Her eyes shot back up to his face. With any luck, she’d have a sexy story from the Luxio himself to add to her video, "Yes?"
"Well, before I joined the League, there was this one time I was waiting for my match and I started talking to this Floatzel guy. We were discussing how we prepare before a fight, and he said that he found having sex right before a match made you fight better because of, like, testosterone or something. Looking back, he was probably just making stuff up, but I was a little nervous for my match, and we had plenty of time, so I thought, ‘fuck it, why not?'"
She nodded approvingly, wanting to record his story, but also not wanting to be rude, "Nice! Was he cute?"
Leo shrugged, slowly feeling more comfortable, "Heh, he wasn't really my type, but yeah, he was pretty good looking. We just kinda awkwardly hid in one of the showers. I thought we'd just, like, jerk each other off, but then one thing led to another and handjobs turned into blowjobs."
She giggled, "You guys did it in the locker rooms? I would've been way too scared of being caught! Did it really help you fight better?"
His head cocked to the side, "Uh, I guess? I wasn't nervous anymore, but it didn't, like, make me stronger or anything."
When he turned back, he found her close enough for her breath to wash over his face.
“Well, I’m sure you could easily find someone willing to help you with that nervousness before your matches!”
“Haha! I actually already found three!”
His comment turned her into a giddy schoolgirl, “Oh! Lucky them! My cousin dated a UL fighter once, Arceus, the stories she told me! UGH! So fucking jealous!”
Slowly, but surely, Leo was coming around to the idea that this was all slightly more hot than scary. A worry did suddenly occur to him, however.
“Hey! Uh, you’re not going to tell anyone about me, right?”
Her huge smile pouted, “You don’t want me to post our video?”
“Oh, no, that’s fine. I just meant about me living here. I’d honestly rather not have my address pasted all over the internet.”
“Ah, yeah! Yeah, I gotcha. That'd pretty shitty, having a crowd of people at your door, bothering you all the time. There are a lot of weirdos out there!”
Laughing, both ‘mon’s smiles returned, though his shrank a second later as a large Golduck suddenly waddled into view. He’d completely forgotten they were still standing in the hallway! Fuck, there was no way everyone on the floor hadn’t heard their conversation.
Unable to bear the thought of looking at any of his neighbors right now, he took a dramatic look at his watch, stepping to the side to allow the water-type to pass. “Oh, um! I uh, I actually, uh, got somewhere to be, if you don’t mind.”
Nodding, she reached out to shake his hand like she was trying to rip his arm out the socket, “Oh of course, of course! Thank you so so much for that knee! Check that thread later, maybe I’ll put up my own tribute!”
The object of her affection turned at the bend in the hall. With a wink, his cute ass rippled like a wave from the soft smack from his tail. He made up his mind about the forum as her moan caused the Golduck to glance at her in bemusement.
It was really scary, yes, but, Arceus, if it wasn’t really hot too.

…Two Days Later…

Brooke's aim was perfect. Spinning through the air faster than Leo could react too, the Greninja's water shuriken splashed directly in the center of the Luxio's left nut. Not sharp enough to do any damage, but still solid enough to send his pouch swinging, twisting almost a complete three hundred sixty degrees before spinning back around. Wincing, his hand shot down to shield himself from another attack. It was surprising how much it stung, being that it was just compressed water, but then again, it was his balls. It was rare for something to touch them and not sting at least a little. It almost felt like getting hit with Abby's drills, just with less force. Still, Leo didn't even bend over, his other fist raising to let loose his own attack.
Watching the electricity channel down the male's arm, the female's reflexes guided her into a sideways hop, her own arms replying with a second shuriken. Protected by his hand, his spuds were unharmed, but only for a moment. No sooner had his arm flinched away was she throwing another attack, this time aimed at his right ball. Fortunately, Leo was able to twist just in time for it to strike the inside of his thigh instead, leaving a damp spot on his fur, but failing to knock him off balance.
A small static charge stayed over his arm, but wasn't released. The female was way too agile for him to attack head on. He needed to wait. Abby had shown him a video of the Greninja's last match, where she had used her long tongue to lasso the guy's ballbag. Hopefully she would try that on him. If he could grab it, a single zap would undoubtedly make her faint. To do that, though, he'd need to expose himself again.
His mind tried to replace her form with Abby’s, someone he trusted to have access to his privates. Fighting all his male instincts, the feline removed his paw, leaving jewels hanging, unprotected. "Come on, you know you want to," he thought.
The end of his opponent's tongue flickered at the sight, but she stayed motionless.
"Does he think I'm an idiot?" she wondered. No guy would ever leave himself open like that, unless it was a trap. Her coach had trained her for this.
“All right, kitty. If that’s how you want to play this.”
Traveling just slow enough for his eyes to follow, Brooke’s tongue uncurled around her neck towards him. Hands surging down, they found the pink appendage snap away with a whip-like crack. Keeping their momentum, his hands swung down to protect his gonads, almost hitting the orbs themselves in the process. When no splash of water hit them, he instantly realized he’d fallen for her trick. 
Her webbed feet had already left the ground when his eyes darted back up. But she’d underestimated his reaction speed. Snatching her wrist to block her grab, his free right hand replied with a punch.
Whether or not he intended to aim it at her left breast, she didn’t know, but it didn’t matter anyway. The feline was surprisingly quick, but it was like comparing a racecar to a jet. Hitting nothing but air, Leo’s fist only managed to just ever so slightly graze her jiggling underboob as her body shifted to stand perpendicular to his.
Moist and slippery, her arm wrenched itself from his grip as the Greninja spun on her heel. The other leg was raised high, the foot smacking into his face with a wet slap.
Knocked to the ground, the male had little time to stand back up before a sharp pain burst from his ballsack. While he was busy fighting his limbs to pull himself forward, Brooke unleashed a second shuriken at her target. The solidified mass of liquid exploded on contact, yet again twisting the pouch around, then around back the other way when a third shuriken shattered against his left ball.
Locked into a primal, all fours stance, Leo was simply unable to crawl fast enough to get away from the barrage of painful attacks trying to turn his berries to jam, his arms turning to jelly.
Right. Left. Right. Left. Ten hits in totals.
“GAA!” His breath left him when his chest met the arena floor with a smack. Another two blasts of pain kept him from pushing back up, giving his opponent the opportunity she’d been looking for.
Snapping and curling around the base of his sack with practiced precision, her tongue yanked him up at the waist with a snap back of her head. Releasing, her hold was replaced by her left hand, locking him ass up, face down.
Fists clenching, the enraged male prepared to send a current of electricity over himself, small yellow sparks beginning to crackle over his black and blue fur. A second way from zapping her, his concentration was ruined by a powerful new sensation that was ... 
Pleasant?
The pleasurable feeling caught him so off guard that his brain locked up for a moment, the charge he was building up dissipating harmlessly. So focused on his balls, it took another moment for Leo to realize this new sensation was coming not from his nuts, but from his dick. Turning back, he found the Greninja's tongue was fully unwound from her neck, hanging down between his legs. He could see it moving, and there was something sliding over his dick, almost as if-
 ... wait ... 
Was ... was she ... jerking him off with her tongue?
A wink from the female confirmed the theory. Slithering over his shaft like a wet frenzied serpent, her tongue tightened its curl, earning a glob of pre-cum from the head.
"Enjoy?" Brooke asked. The feline couldn't help but let out an embarrassing purr in reply, legs involuntary spreading to push his butt higher into the air. In an instant, Leo had lost all composure, allowing her free access to his genitals to do with as she pleased.
Up in her private seat, Abby sighed, seemingly the only female not loving the show, “Dammit Leo, fight her!" 
Relatively speaking, this kind of thing wasn't as common a strategy. Most female fighters just went straight for nut popping, but some of the more clever one's found that cock teasing was also a viable approach. Horny, likely blue balled, and running on adrenaline, a good number of males could be frozen in place through any kind of pleasure that came their way during a match. It was hard to focus or want to fight back when your dick was being played with. After all, given that every match meant that you might lose one or both testicles, it could very well be the last time your dick would be played at all. If you got really lucky, your opponent might even let you have one last orgasm.
Of course, most males were not lucky, and Abby could tell that Leo was one of them. Brooke was the kind of fighter that liked to have fun with her opponent. She didn’t just want to beat him, she wanted to humiliate him. She’d drain him dry, then squeeze his berries until there was nothing but mush. And right now, he wasn't even trying to fight back.
An out of breath Gothitelle sitting next to the Beedrill chuckled, hand rustling under her natural black dress, "I think she broke his brain!"
Her Doduo friend nodded with both heads, "Doubt that's the only thing she'll break!"
Another purr escaped the Luxio's lips as his orgasm approached. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was weird, yet incredible at the same time. It was like she was, literally, trying to wring the cum out of him. Thrusting down with her rhythm, he needed just a few more seconds of stimulation and he'd-
~SLAP~
“Gah!"
The water-type's webbed hand impacted the top of his plums with frightening speed, the loud crack nearly covering his yelp. His cum immediately retreated back into his jewels, almost as if it thought that it would help his testicles absorb the hit better. Smiling at the way the feline's tail jolted from the meaty smack, her grip tightened.
~SLAP~
The female's hand sailed into the left spud, backhanding it with another crack. Hissing, he continued to thrust his hips as her tongue stopped, ending the wonderful stimulation. Grip tightening to prevent her quivering, rubbery targets from slipping through her fingers, she gave another slap to the side of his right ball. Despite her attacks not hurting as much as his past opponent's, this was somehow more humiliating. She wasn't that strong, he could easily overpower her, and yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. Her tongue felt so nice around his cock, he was willing to take a couple of slaps if it meant she might get him off. 
As if she could read his thoughts, the Greninja's assault on his berries stopped, her wet tongue starting to pump his length again. The sudden shift forced the Luxio's back to arch to allow her easier access.
“Aww, such a cute little kitty." Brooke giggled. Reaching out with her free hand to grope one of his ass cheeks, she flicked the end of her tongue around the rim of his sensitive cockhead. Pre-cum began drooling out from the tip, which she quickly smeared around his shaft, liking the taste. If only they had met outside the arena. The female would have loved to try out this dick in a more intimate setting. Judging from the way he shuddered with each lick, he thought the same.
"Ah well, this is fun too," she thought.
~SLAP~
"Aah! Stop fucking doing that!"
"Nah," she replied.
None too gently, her webbed hand moved to place the side of his right orb flat against her palm. Moving it away slightly, then bringing it back, she lined up her aim, pushing into her stance in preparation. Leo immediately knew what she was about to do, but his current position was too awkward to really do anything. Clearly Brooke's coach had taught her to put on a show, just like Leo's, as she carefully fell into a sack slapping pattern:
Swiping his balls from the right.
Backhanding his nuts from the left.
Then smacking them both from the top.
Using her knuckles to hit them from the left.
Slapping from the right.
Then walloping his jewels from above.
The meaty beat of her ball beatings became a steady rhythm. It almost would have sounded nice if Leo didn't ruin it by continuing to groan between clenched teeth: "Agh! Guh! Nrrg! Fu-uk!"
"Too quiet," she thought, the crowd could barely hear him. Maybe some more slaps would help?
~SLAP~ ~SLAP~ ~SLAP~
The answer, it turned out, was yes.
Unlike before, the female didn't stop pumping his cock, confusing Leo's brain with mixed signals. He could zap her, but that would mean the tongue working his shaft would stop. He just had to wait it out. The instant his orgasm ended, he'd grab her tongue and shock her with everything he had.
"Just a little longer," he told himself, shifting to stand on his toes.
Sliding and curling, the pink appendage gripped the male's length in its warm and wet hug so firmly that not an inch of the shaft could be seen. It was a move Brooke's significant others enjoyed quite a bit. Once she had perfected it, she had found that it was a great way to get them to agree to whatever kinky stuff she wanted to try out. Usually, this involved letting her get in some target practice with her water shurikens. Leo might have even accepted that trade if they hadn’t been opponents.
“Oooh, oh fuuck!" the Luxio moaned, a warbling voice of pain and pleasure.
The water-type's onslaught of smacks suddenly stopped. His dick was twitching wildly. It was clear not even her slaps could prevent him from cumming now. She smiled as the male's eyes closed and his panting got louder. His testicles attempted to squeeze through her fingers, which she mercifully allowed after a few seconds.
He didn't care how embarrassing this was anymore, he just wanted that release, “Oh Arceus, don't stop!"
Seeing his balls tighten as they released a portion of the three weeks of pent-up cum stored in them, her tongue quit pumping. Loosening just enough to still have a grip without providing any stimulation, she stood agonizingly motionless. The feline's eyes shot open, thrusting his hips desperately to find some small amount of friction. Her slapping and stroking had gotten him into such a pose that he couldn't even reach to stroke himself. Instead, his claws dug into the arena floor, pushing his body to cum.
Their gaze met as he went over the edge. Flinching in the air, his cock let out several blasts of seed that splattered uselessly on the ground. His head quickly removed itself from underneath him, lest the semen splash into his eyes. With no friction to help, his dick almost had to force the cum out, providing only the smallest amount of pleasure. Awkwardly humping the air, looking for the lightest touch of her tongue, Leo felt even more embarrassed. After the fifth cumshot, his cock just hung there, disappointed. Even cumming from having the seed squeezed out of him felt better than that.
His orgasm successfully ruined, Brooke let him catch his breath while looking down at the white puddle that had splashed onto her webbed feet. A part of her wanted to taste it, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lick up his semen. Instead, her tongue drew back, giving his dick a teasing poke in the middle of the shaft like a striking snake.
"Wow, your coach got you really pent up, huh? How about another?" she asked.
The poke brought Leo back to his senses. She wasn't holding his balls anymore, clearly expecting him to be too distracted to not put up a fight. Her tongue was low to the ground, pointing upward to lick the tip of his penis. This was the moment he'd been looking for. He shifted onto his forearms, taking a deep breath.
Brooke cocked her head, "I'll even be nice! I'll only slap the left one this time!"
Starting to reach out to grab his gonads, her smug smile instantly turned into a surprised gag.
Body twisting to the side, Leo's leg moved around and above the Greninja's tongue before pinning it down against the floor. Pushing himself up to his knees, he heard her gag as she stumbled forward. Her hands moved to protect her face, but it was too late. Fueled by anger, Leo's elbow sailed back into her throat, her wet skin leaving his arm moist. A choked wheeze came from her mouth, while his leg released her tongue.
Stunned, Brooke's feet slipped on the puddle of cum, only to find herself saved from falling to the floor by the Luxio turning to grab her tongue, their eyes meeting for a split second before he pulled her forward again. Crackling with yellow energy, his left fist released her tongue and slammed into her stomach, forcing her to bend over so that his next punch could hit her between the eyes, the electricity traveling down her body.
The referee was already moving before Brooke even hit the ground. Greninjas weren't the physically strongest 'mon, and combined with the Luxio's type advantage, there was no way that hit didn't knock her out. He almost felt bad for her, she was going to be out cold for hours.
Panting on all fours, Leo looked back between his legs at his twitching cock and the puddle of white jizz on the arena floor. “Ah dammit. That one would've felt so fucking good," he sighed as the Banette announced his victory. That was one less load the gals would be able to get out of him.
Sitting up, he gazed up at Abby. The Beedrill had her arms crossed, shaking her head like a disappointed parent amid the roaring audience. Shrugging sheepishly while rubbing his orbs, he wondered what the girls had in store for him. He wished Hannah would fuck him again. Her oral skills were great, but nothing compared to cumming inside her last time. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be jealous of him blowing his load with someone else.
All things considered, today's match was probably the easiest one he'd had yet. Painful, sure, but much less so than normal. He could even stand up without stumbling that much!
“One match closer to being a champion!" he grinned, doing his tail spank again.