Below the Belt

It sounded simple enough: get in, steal some panties, and get out.

Over the past month, the guys at Jonas’s gym had been taking turns raiding the all-female boxing club down the street. Conrad had come back with a pair of sports bras last week, and a few days ago, Terrence had been so bold as to snap a cellphone pic of a naked doberman in the showers. (Her ass was now a common topic of locker room conversation.) Infiltrating the boxing club was an initiation of sorts — a way to prove your mettle and manliness to the rest of the guys. After all, sneaking into the ladies’ room took some serious balls.

Now it was Jonas’s turn to prove himself. The snow leopard was the newest member of the gym, and rather weak compared to most of the other men: slender and small, with a soft white stomach and gentle hips. His fur color — a very pale lavender, with bolder purple spots — was not particularly masculine either. If he wanted to earn the respect of all those stronger, fitter males, this was probably his best chance to do it.

Jonas wasn’t the quietest feline in the world, but he was quiet enough, and the “Bare-Knuckle Broads” building was not a particularly well-guarded location. According to Conrad, the “Employees Only” door in back was usually unlocked during the day, and from there it was just a short trip to the locker room.

Sure enough, the back door was open when Jonas tried it. The snow leopard padded cautiously down the hallway, his heart thumping in his chest. He paused by the entrance to the locker room to listen for any sounds, then slipped inside, tiptoeing past the empty showers. He could hear the faint sound of pop music from muffled, distant speakers, but thankfully the locker room itself seemed to be empty.

From there, all he had to do was open a locker, and ta-da! A heap of women’s clothes. He rifled through the pile, quickly locating a pair of bright pink underwear and stuffing it into the pocket of his black gym shorts. He closed the locker, taking care not to make any noise, then turned to make his exit—

—only to come face to face with a burly lioness in a towel.

“AH!” Jonas flinched, stumbling backwards into the row of metal lockers. His mind went blank with panic. “I, I—!“

“Who the HELL are you?!” the female demanded with a growl. The white towel wrapped around her midsection was enough to cover her body, but only barely. She was tall for a female — especially compared to the shorter-than-average Jonas — with a generous bust and wide, sturdy hips. A swell of cleavage poked out from above the top of her towel, and two strong legs poked out from the bottom, exposed from the mid-thigh down.

The snow leopard stuttered in surprise as fear and adrenaline coursed through him. “I—…I-I’m not, I mean—!“

“And what the hell are you doing in here?!” she continued indignantly. “Men are NOT allowed in this—…?“ The female trailed off mid-sentence as she noticed something unusual. She leaned forward, squinting at his hip.

For a moment, Jonas didn’t understand what she was looking at — until he looked down and remembered the bit of pink fabric still sticking out from his pocket.

Oh no. Oh no oh no OH NO.

“Is that…?!” the lioness asked, her eyes going wide in recognition.

Jonas’s stomach dropped. He considered bolting, but the towel-clad female was standing between him and the door, and he couldn’t see another exit. “Nonono,” he insisted, scrambling to come up with an excuse. “That’s not—…this isn’t what it looks like. I—“

“Are those my panties?” The lioness pulled her towel tighter around her naked body, glaring down at the trembling male. “Wait. Are you the pervert who keeps sneaking in and stealing our shit?!”

“No!!!” The snow leopard wanted to disappear, or maybe just to die right there. Either one would work. “I SWEAR, I’m not—…p-PLEASE let me explain?!?”

The female folded her bare arms across her chest. “You better have a DAMN good explanation.”

Jonas wilted under her gaze. “I—…I’m so, SO sorry! I just…the guys at my gym, they dared me, and—“

Shakily, he began to explain why he had snuck in, the words tumbling from his mouth in a jumbled stream. He was afraid to meet the lioness’s eyes, so instead he just stared at the floor, his cheeks burning with shame and fear.

The lioness listened suspiciously, but her body language softened a bit as the male told his story. It sounded like typical male behavior: ballsy and stupid, rude and reckless. Stealing panties was an obviously dumb idea — but hey, that had never stopped a man yet.

“So…that’s it,” whimpered the male as he finished his tale. At some point, he had apparently started sniffling. “I’m really, really, REALLY sorry. Listen, I—“ He reached into his pocket, pulling out the pink underwear and holding it out in front of him. “Please, I didn’t think about what I was doing. I’m an idiot, I know, I just—!”

The female sighed. “Listen, kid.” She reached out and grabbed her panties back, tucking them under one arm. “I believe you, okay?”

“…You do?” he answered, almost in disbelief.

“Yes, I do.” She frowned sternly. “But even if you’re telling the truth, that’s STILL not much better. And maybe I’m wrong, and you’re not telling the truth at all! You COULD still just be a perv who gets off on used underwear.”

“No!! I swear, I’m not—…” Jonas blushed hotly. There was no way to prove he wasn’t a pervert, of course…but he genuinely wasn’t! This was just a stupid prank. A stupid prank gone very wrong.

God, he felt SO embarrassed.

“…I’m really sorry,” he repeated meekly, staring down at his feet.

The lioness looked at him for a long moment — then exhaled. “Alright, look. Actions have consequences. You’re not getting out of this without a serious punishment.”

Jonas bit his lip, but he nodded. “O-okay.” He looked up at her. “Just…just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

“Well, I’ll give you two options.” She held up a paw and lifted one finger. “Option one: you turn yourself in to the police.”

“WHAT?!” The snow leopard’s ears flattened against his head. “N-no! Please, ma’am, I don’t think that’s—“

“Option TWO,” the lioness interrupted, raising another finger and frowning at him again. “You volunteer to help all us girls with our boxing practice—”

Jonas blinked, visibly relaxing. “Oh! Uh, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“—by being our punching bag,” she finished. She looked down pointedly at the male’s crotch. “And when I say ‘punching bag’, I mean that every girl gets to take a turn punching your bag.”

“Um.” The color drained from the male’s face, and suddenly he was acutely aware of his male parts. “Like…my balls?” he asked incredulously.

The feline smiled. “Yup.”

He hesitated, one paw drifting in front of his groin. “But…but they’re my balls.”

“Don’t care,” she replied shortly. “You’re a guy in a women’s gym. Your balls shouldn’t be here in the first place.” She cracked her knuckles. “And honestly, I would be justified doing a LOT more than just punching you in the nuts.”

“But that’s…that’s…nnn.” Jonas bit his lip, squirming and looking down at his groin. Option #2 was clearly insane — what male would willingly offer up his nuts for that kind of punishment? But if the alternative was a visit from the police…fuck. He had been caught stealing panties. Would they register him as a sex offender? Oh god. Maybe…maybe the punching bag thing was actually the better choice?

He was so nervous, he failed to notice the female’s towel slip to the floor.

The lioness was 50% curves, 50% muscle, and 100% naked. She took a measured step towards Jonas, like a predator stalking her prey. Her furred hips swayed. By the time Jonas finally noticed her, she was only a step away.

“Orrrrrr,” she purred, sliding even closer to the stunned male. The front of her bare body pressed against his. “There’s also a third option…”

Jonas gasped as the taller lioness rubbed up against him, her breasts almost in his face — then he eeped in surprise as she thrust a paw down the front of his gym shorts. Instinctively, he grabbed her waist to steady himself, one of his paws finding her ass.

The female fished for a moment, exploring the length of Jonas’s stiffening cock before probing deeper to his fuzzy balls. She closed her fingers around his left testicle, giving the orb an indelicate squeeze to test its give, and the male jerked in response, groaning into her cleavage.

She grinned down at him, tapping a claw against the side of his gonad. “See, the problem is that men aren’t allowed in here. But maybe if you were half a man…“ Her claws tightened dangerously around the hefty little kittenmaker, starting to squash it out of shape. “Well, maybe then I could make an exception and pretend you were never here.”

Jonas squawked in surprise, eyes starting to cross as agony bloomed in his gut. “N-n-no that’s okay!” he squeaked, the words somewhat muffled by her breasts. His voice rose in pitch and volume as her grip grew even tighter. “O-option two sounds good!!!”

The lioness held her squeeze for a second longer…then reluctantly let go. “Fair enough.” She stepped back, separating herself from the trembling male.

“I…ohh,” Jonas moaned, bending double as he clasped his wounded ball in both paws. It had only been a few seconds, but somehow his whole left side ached. Fuck she was strong.

The female let him recover for a few moments, but her patience was limited. “Yeah yeah, it hurts, I get it.” She tapped her bare foot against the wet floor. “Now come on, are you ready to be a punching bag or am I calling the cops?”

“Nnnrgh.” The snow leopard forced himself to stand straight, trying to ignore the throbbing in his nut. “Y—…yeah. Okay. Okay. I’m ready.”

“Good.” She looked down at him expectantly. “Then strip.”

He froze. “I…w-what?”

“You heard me.” The lioness folded her arms across her chest. “Now.”

—

“Ohhhhhhhh—!”

Jess glanced back over her shoulder. “How was that?”

“Better, but you’re still not putting your lower body into it.” Leona demonstrated, moving into an athletic crouch before throwing a right hook into the empty air. “Remember, power starts at your footpaws.”

The tigress nodded, turning back to her targets. “Right.” She adjusted her stance. “Line ‘em up, and then…”

WHUMP.

Jonas moaned plaintively, his eyes watering.

As it turned out, there were four females at the boxing gym this afternoon. Jonas supposed it could have been much worse — he had expected even more women than that — but that was a small consolation when he was tied up naked in the corner of a boxing ring, his balls already throbbing in agony.

The lioness who had caught him — Leona, her name was — had watched him strip, then paraded him out to meet the other girls. Understandably, there had been some confusion and alarm when a scrawny male snow leopard had come waltzing out of the locker room without a shred of clothing on, but Leona had been quick to explain, dangling her panties from one finger as she educated her fellow female fighters. Jonas had stood silent, blushing fiercely as he tried to hide his junk behind his paws.

It didn’t help that the three other women looked just as intimidating as Leona. First was a tigress, Jess, who looked at him with an amused curiosity. If Leona was “curvy with muscles”, then Jess was “muscular with curves”. Strength training had trimmed the excess fat from her body, but a hint of softness still remained. Her white tanktop left a bit of her midriff exposed, showing off a strip of solid sixpack.

Beside Jess was a doe named Stephanie, the smallest of the bunch. She was a hair shorter than Jonas, and lithe like a yoga instructor, but well-toned like a marathon runner, too. A woman built for endurance. Her eyes were a sharp blue — the same color as the headband she wore. Unsubtly, she kept trying to peek past Jonas’s paws, making him squirm as he tried to stay modest.

And finally, there was Tamyra, who towered a full head over everyone else. The brown mare looked like she could punch through a brick well. Her body radiated power from head to hooves, and she looked down at Jonas with a mix of boredom and condescension.

Standing in front of so many fit women made poor Jonas feel even more scrawny by comparison. They were all clearly in excellent shape, whereas he was…well, he wasn’t in BAD shape, but he wasn’t in good shape either. He was short and skinny and not very strong. Maybe it was just because he was standing in a women’s gym, but he felt almost feminine.

However, the snow leopard’s nakedness made his maleness VERY clear. He had yelped when Leona grabbed him by the balls and led him to the corner of the boxing ring, forcing him to stumble along behind her. Fear and adrenaline had battled in his chest as the lioness had strung him up in the ropes, sitting him on top of the corner pole to make sure that his twin targets were at an accessible height. His thighs were spread wide, unable to close, and his footpaws dangled off the ground. He looked down at his junk, hanging vulnerably in the open air, and swallowed nervously.

And then the tigress had punched him in the balls for five minutes straight.

“Hh—…Haaaah!” he gasped, quivering in agony. “My NUTS!”

Leona tut-tutted. “Hey,” she warned, “you agreed to this.”

The snow leopard watched Jess’s fist come up between his legs yet again, driving his rapidly-swelling testicles up against the hard bone of his pelvis. A split second later, a new burst of nausea exploded in his gut. He wailed helplessly, legs trembling as he tried unsuccessfully to close his legs and shield his kittenmakers from further trauma.

After the first few punches, Jonas had tried to cover himself with his paws, but Tamyra now stood behind him, locking his arms behind his back. His whole body jerked with each blow, but the horse had no trouble ensuring that he stayed put.

“I want a turnnnn!” said Stephanie, watching eagerly from the side of the ring. The doe fidgeted, clearly eager to try out their new punching bag.

Jess took a step back, watching the snow leopard’s balls sway gently as they settled back into place. She flexed the fingers on her right hand, working out a bit of soreness. “Fair enough — I could take a break. He’s yours.”

“Yussss!” hissed the female, scampering forwards. “FINALLY.”

“It’s been five minutes, Steph,” rumbled Leona, amused.

“Well it FELT like an hour,” the doe countered. She shook out her arms, stepping forward to take Jess’s place in the corner of the ring. “I was starting to fall asleep.”

Tamyra chuckled. “He wasn’t.” 

Jonas groaned, his head swimming. He was grateful for a momentary break from the endless punching, but the tigress had already done a number on his aching sac. He could feel his sperm count dropping by the minute.

Stephanie prodded the male’s junk experimentally, lifting his limp dick for a moment before letting it slip through her fingers. She frowned. “Hmm….I really just wanna aim for the balls.” She looked up. “Tamyra, could you, like, hold his dick out of the way?”

The mare scoffed. “Uh, no. I am not touching some panty-snatcher’s little shrimp dick.”

“Tamyra!” Stephanie frowned at her. “Rude!”

“Not my fault he’s got a micropenis,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

Despite the agony in his gut, Jonas still blushed. Maybe he wasn’t hung like a horse, but he wasn’t THAT small.

Stephanie seemed to agree. “His dick is just FINE, excuse you very much. Kind of cute, actually.” She tilted her head, thinking. “Well then, maybe I can convince it to stay out of the way for me…”

The male gasped in surprise as the doe wrapped one hand around his shaft and gave it a few short strokes. Despite the throbbing ache in his ‘nads, he found himself quickly responding to the attention. If anything, the pleasure was somehow amplified by his precarious situation, as though his body was desperate to find an excuse to feel good in the middle of so much fear and pain.

“You know he’s just going to go soft again once you start punching him, right?” asked Leona.

“I dunno!” Stephanie looked up at him with a grin. “I bet he can stay hard for me. Can’t you, stud?”

Jonas groaned, watching her fingers dance on his cock. “I-I…ohhh…I—“

“Good!” The doe gave his erection one final pump and then let go. The stiff length now stood out proudly from his groin, twitching gently. “See, Tamyra? He’s got a great cock.”

The mare snorted. “Still pretty small, to be honest.”

“H-hey!” protested Jonas. “I’m not thaaaaaAAAAaaa—?”

The snow leopard’s voice caught in his throat as Stephanie suddenly turned her attention to his nuts. Unlike Jess, who had struck him with hard individual punches, Stephanie was instead using his scrotum like a speedbag. Her fists hit him in a flurry of light blows, one after another, each punch causing his balls to ricochet back and forth between his legs.

Any individual hit might have been tolerable — but dozens in a row, one after another? The pain just grew, and grew, and GREW, and by the end of the first minute Jonas was squirming in place and yowling wordlessly. At least when the tigress was punching him, he had had a few moments to recover between each blow. Now his poor plums were getting pummeled multiple times per second.

“Oooooh, this is fun!!” The doe kept up her steady stream of blows. “I wish I had a boyfriend that let me practice this stuff.”

“Well shit,” said Jess, “maybe you two should go on a date, see if it leads anywhere.” The tigress looked up at the ball-beaten male. “You got a girlfriend, man?”

It took a moment for Jonas to gather his wits, but eventually he replied. “N-no,” he groaned, trying to tune out the steady thup-thup-thup of little fists battering his ballsac.

The mare at his back snorted. “You got a BOYfriend?” she rumbled, a hint of a laugh in her voice.

Despite everything, the snow leopard blushed. “NoooOOoo,” he lilted, voice jumping in pitch as a particularly well-placed punch squashed his right gonad out of shape. Instinctively he tried to double over, but once again Tamyra forced him back upright, and the ringside ropes ensured that his tensing thighs were unable to close.

“Well, maybe you’ll find one after this! Go back to that all-guys gym of yours with a big ol’ bulge in your pants…” Tamyra chuckled in his ear. “Bet you could fool somebody into thinking that you’re actually well-hung.”

The doe rolled her eyes. “Enough with the dick-shaming! His dick is fine!”

“You’re just small, kid,” Tamyra retorted. “Everything looks big to you.”

Stephanie huffed, peering at the snow leopard’s cock. “Oh shut up, size queen. Though…he is starting to shrink a bit.” She looked at up at him, her fists still a steady blur. “I thought you were gonna stay hard for me!”

Jonas mewled desperately, beyond words. Unsurprisingly, his erection had wilted a bit after the first minute or two of speedbagging. It felt like the slender doe was slowly turning his nuts into peanut butter, one friendly punch at a time.

The female tilted her head, then nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, half-hard at most. Hmm.” She paused for a moment, letting his ballbag swing back and forth between his legs. “Bet I can fix that, though. Come on, cutie, look!”

Through a fog of agony, Jonas managed to open his eyes just in time to see the doe tossing her shirt and bra to the floor.

The female shimmied in place, her bare breasts bouncing on her chest. “Tiiiiits,” she crooned with a grin, reaching out to grab the addled snow leopard’s cock and give it a few more encouraging strokes.

It had the intended effect. As his libido twitched back to life, Jonas gave a confused, hopeful meow…followed immediately by a moan of despair as Stephanie resumed her testicle boxing. With each punch, her tits bounced, his dick bobbed, and his poor gonads grew ever more swollen.

Stephanie continued to practice for a few more minutes, earning an increasingly desperate series of squawks and squeals from her sparring partner, but once Jonas’s cock began to flag for a second time and her arms began to ache, she decided she had had enough.

“Geez, that’s a workout!” The doe shook out her arms, bouncing in place. “Man, I’m gonna get SWOLE. Not as ‘swole’ as you, though…”

Jonas let out a soft, submissive squeak as the female reached out to weigh his heavy nutsac in her palm. Her steady speedbagging had done a number on his kittenmakers, and even a gentle touch sent fresh jolts of nutpain racing up his spine. He shivered as she traced the outline of each sensitive sphere, poking and prodding.

Eventually, though, Stephanie smiled and stepped back. She was done. Thank god.

“…Can someone else hold this guy now?” Tamyra asked, annoyed. “I want my turn.”

Any remaining color drained from Jonas’s face. He had almost forgotten that the mare would still have a chance to bust his balls, too. Panic rose in his chest, so strong that for a moment it even drowned out the abject nausea coiled in his gut. The male felt frozen with fear.

Leona nodded. “Sure, I can hold him.” The lioness slipped through the ringside ropes.

As Tamyra stepped away and Leona took her place, Jonas found his voice again. “L-Leona…?” He tried to twist his head to look at her. “I don’t—…I don’t think I can—!“

“Shhhh,” whispered the lioness, toussling the tuft of white fur on his head. “Hang in there, kid. I told Tamyra to keep it short.”

The snow leopard whimpered.

If Tamyra was intending to take it easy on him, she sure didn’t show it. “So,” she began, pounding her fist into her palm. “You’re the fucker who stole my bra, huh?!”

“Sort of!” answered Leona, giving Jonas’s shoulder a friendly squeeze. “I mean…technically, he’s the one guy who DIDN’T get away with stealing anything. But same idea.”

Jonas tried to shrink backwards, but there was nowhere to retreat to. His gonads dangled between his legs, completely defenseless. He had never felt so exposed.

“I’ll make this quick,” Tamyra grumbled. She stepped forward, and suddenly her fist was—

WHUMP!

Stars exploded in Jonas’s vision. The mare’s punch had come so quickly that he hadn’t even seen it, but his body knew exactly what had happened.

Every male gets hit in the balls at some point, but very few are hit so hard that their nuts may not survive the blow. For those unlucky few, there is a moment of clarity when a ball reaches the breaking point — a final warning, instilled by centuries of evolution, to give the male one last chance to save his spunk-makers before they turn to goo.

All of which is to say: Jonas was suddenly, acutely, viscerally aware that Tamyra might acually shatter his testicles.

“…FUCK,” the snow leopard gasped.

Then the mare punched him again.

“FUCK!!!!” Jonas squealed, his entire body spasming in place. He pulled at his restraints, trying to cover himself up before Tamyra could finish cracking his nuts, but there was no escape.

Leona fought to hold him still. “Tamyra, you’re gonna break something,” scolded the lioness. “Be careful!”

“Oh relax. He’s probably sterile by now anyway.” The muscled mare slammed her fist up into his groin once more, earning another shrill squeal from the snow leopard. “Besides, that’s why guys have a spare nut — in case you break one by accident.”

“Well,” the lioness observed, “I already offered to pop one when I caught him in the locker room, and he didn’t seem too into that.”

“DON’T POP MY BAW-HAWLS,” sobbed the male, unable to look away as Tamyra hammered another fertility-ending blow up into his basket. Every punch felt like it might pound his plums into jelly. His entire crotch was going to be one big mass of bruises tomorrow.

Leona winced. “Tone it down just a little?” she insisted.

Tamyra gave an exasperated sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Ugh, fine, whatever.” She squared up once more, then threw a quick combo of punches: her left fist smashing into the front of his naked orbs, then her right fist catching them from below and flattening them up into the solid bone of his pelvis. The swollen spheres deformed around her knuckles with each blow, forced to abandon their usual shape in order to survive the onslaught.

Jonas warbled in soprano, his mewls and moans lilting higher with each additional blow. The sheer agony of it all was too much to process. His legs and arms continued to twitch with each punch, but the snow leopard no longer seemed to be trying to cover his balls. Instead he spasmed randomly, as though each punch sent a shock of electricity through his torso. His nervous system struggled to process the flood of pain signals coming from his traumatized testes. His eyes began to glaze over as his reproductive future was bashed into oblivion, one haymaker at a time.

Leona murmured sympathetically in his ear, keeping the male propped upright as the mare continued to punch his family jewels into dust. “That’s it hon,” she cooed, over the meaty THUD of fist meeting groin. “Just relax and let it happen. You’re almost there!”

And sure enough, after what seemed like an eternity, Tamyra’s punches began to slow. Her final uppercut caught the snow leopard’s right nut so squarely that she nearly forced it back up into his abdomen — but by then, Jonas’s kittenmaker had grown so swollen that it wouldn’t fit. Instead the bloated orb got stuck for a moment, squeezed on all sides by the snow leopard’s own body before it finally squirted loose and escaped back into the safety of his ballsac.

“GAhhhHHhuuugnn,” gasped Jonas, trembling. His testicles felt like bowling balls. Bowling balls that had been shattered via sledgehammer, then run over by a steamroller.

“Done?” asked Leona.

Tamyra eyed her targets one last time…but finally stepped away. “Mm. I’m good.” The mare wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Man. I haven’t had THAT good a workout since I broke up with my ex.”

The lioness reached down to cup Jonas’s sac in her paw, earning a strained whimper from the ballbusted male. Gently she probed his ballbag, investigating its contents. “Well, you left him intact, so thanks for that.” She rolled the snow leopard’s grapefruit-sized orbs between her fingers. “Though I doubt they’re going to fit in his pants for the next few days.”

“Who says he needs pants?” piped up Stephanie. At some point during the past few minutes, the doe had apparently shed the rest of her own workout attire, and now the naked female was shimmying her way into Jonas’s own gym shorts. “Honestly, these look pretty cute on me. Whaddaya think, Jess?”

The tigress looked her over, nodding approvingly. “Yeah, that totally works. They’re kinda feminine, to be honest.”

“That’s what I thought!” Stephanie grinned. “Okay then, dibs on these. Do you want his shirt?”

“Hmm.” Jess held up the turquoise-colored t-shirt. “I mean, it’s cute? But I think it’s too small for me.”

Despite the ungodly ache in his almost-certainly-ruined gonads, Jonas could sense the danger in this conversation. As Leona slipped out from behind him and began to untangle him from the ropes, he fought to string together sentences. “H-…huh?” he groaned. “But…but those are my only clothes…”

Tamyra laughed at him. “Uh, you stole a whole BUNCH of stuff from us. I think it’s only fair that we get to steal a few things back from you.” She looked back to the other girls. “I call his boxers!”

“B-but…but I need clothes.” The poor snow leopard was too exhausted to even be upset. “I-I can’t go outside naked.”

Stephanie pranced up to him, her bare breasts bouncing on her chest. “Well you’re welcome to these!” she replied, holding out a bright pink pair of panties. “As long as Leona’s okay with it.”

Leona chuckled. “Yeah that’s fine. Call it a souvenir.”

“Yusss!” The doe dropped to her knees, taking hold of the male’s ankle. “Here, I’ll help you put ‘em on…”

For a moment, Jonas looked like he was going to protest…but then the moment passed. Instead the snow leopard closed his muzzle and blushed as Stephanie dressed him: slipping his footpaws through each leg hole, then pulling the pink underwear up to his waist until it was nice and snug. The thin fabric struggled to contain his massively swollen package, so Stephanie tugged the crotch to one side, allowing the male’s junk to spill out into the open once more.

“Told you he’d look well-hung by the end of this,” said Tamyra.

Jonas looked down at himself for a long moment, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next. He felt broken. So did his balls.

“…Am I done?” he asked lamely, still blushing redder than a fire engine. Nausea throbbed in his gut. “Can…can I please go now?”
 
Leona tousled the tuft of white fur on his head. “Almost, kid. Tamyra, can you hold him again for a minute?”

“Sure thing, boss,” grunted the mare. She slid in behind the snow leopard, grabbing his arms once again. “Ready when you are.”

“R-ready for what?” asked the male, despair creeping back into his voice.

The lioness smiled gently. “Did you forget, hon?” She launched a practice punt into the air in front of her. “I haven’t taken my turn yet.”

“I…ohhhh god.” Jonas went pale, feeling freshly queasy as he watched Leona stretch out her legs. He watched with concern and confusion as the female stepped closer and raised one footpaw, tapping it softly against the bottom of his scrotum. He groaned inarticulately as she rekindled that uniquely male ache at the core of his battered spunk-makers, like his gonads had been stomped flat and then wrung inside-out.

“I’m nicer than Tamyra, I promise.” She winked. “Not by much, though.”

“What…but…” Jonas struggled to connect his thoughts. “Are you…are you going to kick me?”

“Well yeah! Did I not mention?” Leona wiggled her toes, making Jonas’s testicles bobble in their sac. “I’m a kickboxer!”

The snow leopard looked down at the length of Leona’s long, muscled leg. Even in their hugely swollen state, his nuts somehow felt very small and fragile by comparison.

He wondered if Leona had ever neutered a man before.

“…Just make it quick,” he croaked defeatedly.

“You got it,” grinned the lioness. She cocked her leg back with a grin, muscles bulging with energy, and then—

THUMP.

—

“…Do you think he chickened out?”

Terrence frowned, tapping his footpaw against the floor. “I mean…maybe. It’s been over an hour. And he does seem like kind of a pussy, right?”

A few murmurs of agreement went through the locker room.

Conrad rolled his eyes and stood up, slinging his gym bag over one shoulder. “Alright, whatever, I’m tired of waiting. Someone text me if the runt actually shows his face—“ 

But just then, as if on cue, the locker room door creaked open! A dozen heads turned in unison to face the sound, and in walked…

…a very disheveled-looking snow leopard wearing nothing but a pink pair of panties. The brightly colored garment was enough to cover his dick, but not his hugely swollen balls. One bruised gonad peeked out from each leg hole, exposed for the whole world to see.

“H-hi,” Jonas mumbled, beyond exhausted and beyond embarrassed, his head hanging in resignation. He looked at the floor, unable to meet any of his fellow males eye-to-eye. “Does…uh…does anyone have some spare shorts they could lend me?”

There was a snort of involuntary amusement from one of the men in back — then the entire locker room erupted into laughter.