Spy Training in a Matriarchal Society, Chapters 3 and 4

Spy Training in a Matriarchal Society, Chapters 3 and 4

By korbona69

Chapter 3

The rest of the day was taken up by more classes. The painkillers helped a lot. Jason’s balls stopped aching as badly by the time they left the cafeteria for their next class, but the pain came back on his way home. He lived a short walk away from campus with his sister and he did his best to not let his gait be affected. When he came home, she was out, probably in one of her classes. 

He didn’t really have any homework to do, so he ended up just playing some video games and trying to brainstorm ways to help deal with the pain. Unfortunately, his search came up fruitless. He knew it would; he, like most men in Gyland, had looked it up before. The best solution was to just take those painkillers, which unlike those of the past didn’t cause any liver damage after long term use. However, not only did he know part of his training would require him to survive without them, but they didn’t help during his fights. 

Jason had fairly extensive combat training from high school, though there it had been more like a sport than training for a real life or death fight. Even still, he knew there were few women in his weight class and this would give him a large advantage. The problem was that the women knew that too, and they would receive specific training on attacking his weakness. He assumed that when they were working in smaller groups, he and the other men would be taught more about how to defend themselves, but having another target to defend made life much harder. 

He had long tried to get over his unease at attacking another man’s balls during a fight. This was, as he knew, a dangerous weakness that could get him killed one day. But unlike all the women in the class, he knew exactly how much it would hurt. Men often subconsciously tried to avoid attacks of that nature, and this was something that would have to be trained out of them. An FIS agent needed to be the best of the best in everything. 

Eventually, Lily came home from her classes and he came out of his room to go talk to her. She was very interested in the Male Weakness Mitigation class and made him describe in agonizing detail what had happened. His balls throbbed with pain again as he did so and she smirked at his discomfort. She went to her room to change and he stopped outside the door, but she looked back over her shoulder and pulled him in. 

“Stand right there while you keep telling your story,” she said, and he obeyed. He was facing her, talking about the doctor’s examination of him, while she took off her shirt and threw it in the laundry basket. He didn’t even pause at this, something he had experienced for a long time now. Then, she took off her pants, revealing long shapely legs and a firm ass. When she took off her bra, revealing her perky C cup tits, he stumbled over her words at the way they bounced when she turned to throw it on the laundry basket. She smiled at him again, teasingly. Finally, he finished his story while she pulled on an oversized t-shirt that she often wore around their apartment. Her breasts were outlined in them and, braless, jiggled as she moved. 

“I think I should examine you,” she said. 

“I was examined by an actual doctor already. What would you even know anyway?” He joked. Then, as she got a predatory gleam in her eyes, he backpedalled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I’m sure you know a lot!” 

“Drop. Them.” She demanded. She walked up to him and he pulled off his shorts, revealing his swollen testicles and semi hard penis. She looked up at him and said, “Glad you enjoyed the show.” As part of his personal training, he had given her control of his orgasms, and as a reward for making it in, she had given him a long blowjob the night before, edging him for most of an hour before finally letting him cum deep in her throat. 

She knelt on the carpeted floor, eye level to his waist as she lifted his cock out of the way. It stiffened to close to full arousal at her soft touch. “Hold this,” she ordered, and he held it up against his stomach. “Hmm,” she hummed to herself while rolling his balls around in her hands. Each hand grabbed one testicle and squeezed. He let out a short cry of pain and tensed at the attack. 

Lily kept squeezing, not hard enough to cause injury but enough to hurt his already damaged jewels. “I guess I don’t know enough to know what this is doing to you. Maybe I should squeeze harder? Do you think that’s covered in my medical education?” She mocked. 

“No, no, you’re very smart and well educated and you’re going to be a great doctor,” Jason gasped out frantically. The hand that wasn’t holding his cock out of the way for her was balled into a tight fist. 

“That’s right,” she said, finally letting go. “Stay at attention!” She barked as he went to cradle his balls and slump over. He stayed standing straight and still holding his dick even though the pain in his balls and gut were making him want to bend over. Lily reached up and took his dick in her hand, displacing his own. Circumcision was not practiced in Gynland, except for medical necessity, so his slightly softer dick was still protected by the foreskin. She pulled it down, exposing his head, and grabbed it with her other hand. 

He gasped at the attention. It felt good but was also overstimulating as he was very sensitive. She swirled her fingers along his glans while the other stroked him up and down the shaft. After a minute or so of this, she stuck her tongue out and lightly licked it, drawing a low moan out of his mouth. She took the hand that had been playing with his head off and moved it to his balls, gently fondling them, while her lips closed over his head. Encapsulated, her tongue spiraled around him, driving him crazy. 

“Lily, I’m going to cum,” he gasped after a few minutes. 

“No you’re not!” She almost sang, teasingly, and removed herself from his genitals. He was left panting, his rock hard dick straining forward, but he had the self control to not finish himself off.

She turned around and walked the few steps to her bed, hips swaying excessively. Her ass was very round and firm, and the grey panties she wore were stained with her arousal. “Come eat me out,” she commanded. He came over to the bed and knelt on the carpet beside it. Her legs were splayed and she was already rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her left boob with the other, so he kissed his way up her inner thighs and stuck his tongue into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to cum, and she screamed out her pleasure before pushing him away as she was too sensitive. He lay down next to her while she recovered, her hand absentmindedly playing with his cock that had remained fully erect. 

After a couple minutes, she sent him back down and he gave her two more orgasms in quick succession before she pulled him back to her side. He nuzzled into her breasts, unable to help himself. He had softened somewhat after all this time without stimulation, but his balls were so full that it was another source of his testicular pain. 

He didn’t say anything but just looked up at her. She looked at him and giggled. “No, baby, you are not going to cum today. I’m not like your instructor. I’m not going to be proud of you just because you didn’t collapse after a single kick. If you win an actual fight tomorrow, you can cum. If not, I’ll edge you for even longer and then deny you.” 

Jason groaned but didn’t move away from her. “You’re evil,” he mumbled into her chest. 

“If you’re going to make it as a man, you need to learn to be in control even when your male parts are unhappy,” she reminded him. “You knew this, which is why you asked me for help. As your loving big sis, I’m helping you achieve your dreams, so don’t complain to me!” Her voice was gentle and sympathetic throughout most of that, but it became sharper towards the end. She flicked his right testicle and he let out a pained grunt. 

“Fine, you’re right,” he grudgingly agreed. After a few minutes of cuddling and talking about more lighthearted things, he left the room. That night, he lay in bed, balls aching from pain and denied pleasure, knowing that he had no choice but to keep going. He knew he would have to work hard to make it. And he was damn well going to win his spar tomorrow.

Chapter 4

When Jason woke up with a dull ache in his balls and rock hard morning wood, he was once again annoyed at his body. But he got up nonetheless, his dedication pushing him forward. Lily came in while he was eating breakfast and sat across the table from him. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone while eating until he felt her bare foot glide up the inside of his left leg. “Come on, Lily, you know I’m already suffering!” He complained. 

“Suck it up,” she replied. “What do they say in Manopolis? Be a man?” Manopolis was a nearby, but luckily not neighboring, patriarchal nation. They had a long history of enmity and many women from there tried to flee to Gynland for better treatment, something that heightened tensions between the two countries. 

Lily’s foot crept up the rest of the way to his groin and lightly rubbed it. His cock shot to attention immediately. He was wearing a loose pair of shorts and she massaged him briefly, causing him to shudder in pleasure. Unfortunately, she soon brought her foot a little lower and pressed his balls into the chair. Jason groaned in pain as they were crushed, but he didn’t try to stop her. He had given her control over his genitals to help him prepare and he trusted her to know when to stop. 

His trust was borne out as she lifted her foot a minute later, leaving him aching but functional. “Hmm,” she hummed, pretending to think. “I guess that might be the problem, though.” She laughed a little. “Good luck in your spars today!” 

He groaned again and then set off for class. He was able to pay attention properly in his classes; it wasn’t his first time being in Lily-imposed chastity. However, he still struggled a little to not stare at some of his classmates when they wore skintight or lowcut outfits. Finally, it was time for the class he was waiting for. Hand-to-hand combat. 

Taylor lifted an eyebrow at him and smirked when they walked in, obviously thinking back to her comments from a few days ago, when she had threatened to destroy his balls. They stood next to each other, as the instructors walked in. One was Sofia Santiago, the beautiful teacher of the Male Weakness Mitigation class. The other was younger, in her mid 20s, with black hair and a slim but not flat body. While women in the military were required to have relatively short hair, FIS agents were expected to fit into regular society in sometimes misogynistic countries, so they were allowed to keep their hair long. This was to a reasonable extent, of course; waist length hair was obviously not allowed. Along with them came Dr. Megan Bower again, this time with a large bag with medical equipment.

“Good morning class,” she said. They had met her the previous day, when they had practiced with firearms. Her name was Kaylie Wallace. “Today, we’ll begin by evaluating where your combat skills are. Everybody here has had some combat training, so show us your best. We’ll help you improve from there.” 

The hand-to-hand combat classes were broken into smaller groups so they could be properly supervised, so there were only a dozen or so people there today. Eventually the groups would be shuffled again. Somehow, two of the other men in the cohort were there: Aiden Bell, a short but still muscular man, and Caleb Hawk, who was about average height.
Those two were assigned to be the first fight, and while Jason didn’t want to admit it, he saw a major flaw in their fighting style. After a minute, Instructor Wallace blew her whistle and they broke apart. There would be some bruising at the least for each of them, but they were smiling at a bout well fought until they noticed the unhappy looks on their instructors’ faces. “Do you two want to die?” Kaylie Wallace asked. 

“No ma’am!” They barked, standing at attention.

“Then why the fuck were you two holding back?” She yelled at them. The two men looked at each other, confused. “Oh, I see,” she said, losing some of her aggression. “You idiots don’t even realize what you’re doing.” She beckoned Santiago over, and the taller brunette smiled ferally. 

“Why don’t you try fighting against me, the same way you were fighting against him?” She asked, looking at Caleb. He gulped, but got back into his stance. Wallace blew her whistle and they started. He had the advantage in reach, so he threw some punches trying to keep her away. She dodged around each of them, her movements impeccable from 15 years of experience. After just a few seconds, it happened. 

Everyone was wearing their exercise gear, so she was in skintight clothes that prevented any bounciness while showing off her curves. Jason refocused on the actual fight just in time to see her attack. Santiago slipped under one of his punches, her tall lithe frame moving quickly, and from a crouching position launched her fist between Caleb’s legs. There was a loud THWACK as her blow landed, followed quickly by a squeal of pain from the man. He collapsed backwards, but struggled to his feet after a few seconds. Santiago stood tall and glared at Aiden, saying, “This is what we were talking about. Each of you had at least one opportunity to hit the other in the balls. I know you - and Jason over there - are feeling some empathy for Caleb right now, but that weakness will get you killed in the field.” 

Wallace stepped back in, her evil smile having only slightly lessened. “Now, Aiden, your turn.” Caleb limped out of the ring while Aiden nervously came in, followed by Wallace. Their fight lasted longer. Aiden had learned his lesson and protected his balls zealously, but this left him open to other hits. Wallace pounded his torso and face with two hits, forcing him to abandon his guard. Then, while his vision was partially blocked by his guard, she stepped back and slammed her foot into his balls. At the last minute, he tried to dodge, but the only effect was that the kick went full force into just one testicle. 

He let out a cry of pain and collapsed, much like Caleb had, but didn’t get back up. “Oops,” Wallace said. Several of the women in the class were giggling, while Jason’s balls clenched in sympathy, but the instructor wasn’t smiling. “Megan -” she stopped, as the doctor was already on her way. 

The short curvy woman ran into the ring and pulled down his pants. The instructors grabbed a portable divider and blocked their vision. The thoughtfulness of this would have surprised Jason, but he knew they weren’t cruel, just trying to prepare the men for the harsh realities of the world. Taylor, who had been laughing before, had quieted down, as had the other women. After a minute, Dr. Bower announced that he would need immediate treatment but shouldn’t need regrowth, and the instructors tasked two of his classmates with putting him on a stretcher and rushing him to the medical facility. Because the designers of the school weren’t stupid, they were very close to it already. 

Santiago looked specifically at Jason and Caleb when she seriously said, “Injuries like this will be pretty common, but we’re going to teach you how to defend yourselves better. Normally, we instructors are in better control, able to give out pain as punishment without doing serious harm. However, there is no such thing as control in a fight; it is an inherently chaotic environment. As the sharp-eyed among you may have noticed, Aiden actually had a good instinctive response and attempted to dodge that final kick. Unfortunately, he doesn’t yet have the reflexes and skill to pull it off, and instead trapped just one testicle between Kaylie’s foot and his pelvis, causing severe damage.” 

Jason gulped, imagining it. Taylor, next to him, gave him a surprisingly sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Wallace took over. “However, this doesn’t mean that we’re going to stop our practice for the day.” She called in two more students, both women. Jason carefully kept watch of their fight. The women were encouraged to hit each other in the groin as well, though they generally were able to shrug it off as easily as a kick to the thigh. It was good practice since in real life, they would mostly be fighting men. Occasionally, a hit to a woman’s groin might cause pain, but that was just an incentive to keep their defenses up. 

Jason knew, if he didn’t have to carry those balls around, he could beat most of these women in a fight. They were all stronger than the average woman, even than the average man, but he was larger than most of them. Unfortunately, he had to work with what he had. Soon enough, it was his turn, facing off against Rachel Chase, a muscular and flat chested woman about 5’6. Her brown hair was in a shoulder length braid. 

When they got in the ring, Jason started off on the defensive. She obliged him, launching into a vicious punch towards his face that he blocked with the outside of his arm. She was expecting that, and her knee moved swiftly towards his groin, but he twisted his hips and the hit skated off his thigh. This unbalanced her, and he took advantage, hooking his leg around hers and tripping her. Rachel was quick enough to avoid falling flat on her back, and while he got a kick into her abdomen, she used that to propel herself into a roll that took her back to her feet. She was panting a little, likely having had the air knocked out of her by his blow. 

The class was a little surprised after having seen what happened to the last two men who had tried to fight a woman, but Rachel was nowhere near as skilled as the two instructors, and Jason was much better than Aiden or Caleb. She launched another kick at his side. He tried to grab her leg but she was too fast, so he only succeeded in knocking her attack off to the side. They backed off, circling each other for a few seconds, before she tried to rush him. He thought she was trying to take him to the ground, where his strength and reach advantage could be nullified by the fact that she would have easier access to his balls, so he dodged to the side, bringing one hand down in a blow to her back. 

In fact, the rush was a feint; her real objective was to punch him in the balls. The attack only grazed him, so Jason winced but wasn’t taken down. However, he knew this put him on a timer; the pain from the hit would spread through him soon enough, slowing him down. That would give her the advantage she needed to actually take him down. These thoughts went through his head in a split second after he felt the impact on his family jewels, coming from long experience. He went on the attack, surprising her. She was slightly behind him, but he grabbed her braid, stopping her movement quickly and drawing a short cry of pain out of his opponent. 

He used his grip on her to pull her back onto the ground, and kicked her hard in the stomach. She curled into a ball at the impact, and right before he could kick again, the whistle blew. He barely stopped himself from hitting her again, but managed to do so and leaned down to offer her a hand up that she took after a few seconds. An added benefit of this was that he could bend over in pain without anyone suspecting. The graze wouldn’t have been too bad, but it was just the latest in a long list of blows his balls had suffered recently. 

“Well done again, Jason,” Santiago said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go have Megan check you over.” The doctor had examined each fighter afterwards, making sure they were okay to go on; while most injuries could be healed, being out of commission for weeks would be unfortunate. “What did we learn from that?” She asked, turning towards the rest of the class. 

“Reach and weight matters?” Taylor guessed. 

Wallace nodded. “Indeed. On top of that, we learned that you can’t focus entirely on hitting a man in the balls; just like he still has to guard his face and body, you still need to attack them. It’s another weakness for him to defend, one that could be devastating if exploited properly, but not something for you to focus exclusively on. In this case, because Rachel wasn’t able to hit her target -” she was cut off by Jason. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but she did hit me in the balls.” 

Rachel nodded next to him, saying, “I knew I felt something!” 

“The thing is, she just barely grazed them. This hurt a little, but it was the kind of hit that I knew would be more painful after a few seconds, so it forced me to go on the attack to try to end the fight early.” Jason didn’t like talking about his weakness or how to better attack it, but it was his patriotic duty to help his classmates be the best they could. 

“I see,” Wallace responded. She bit her lip while she thought for a second, then continued. “This is something we’d cover later, but since it happened already we might as well talk about it now. What Jason described is something that happens occasionally, especially during a fight when a man’s adrenaline is pumping. Even for you women, sometimes you’ll notice injuries afterwards that you never felt during the fight itself. This is another reason why you should always keep your guard up.”

Santiago said, “This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t aim for the balls, mind you. They are still his biggest weakness. For most men, it also causes a great deal of fear to have even a near miss to their testicles, which will give you other opportunities to attack. In fact, come here, both of you.” 

With great trepidation, he approached her, Rachel at his side. “Jason, stand still. Hold his wrist, Rachel, and feel his pulse. How is it?” 

“It’s pretty fast,” she commented. 

Santiago nodded. “It will be. He just came out of a fight, so his adrenaline is up, and he’s undoubtedly nervous about what’s about to happen to him. Don’t worry, Jason, you’ll be fine.” Under her fingers, Rachel felt his heart rate begin to slow. Then Santiago suddenly tapped him on the inside of his thigh, close to his groin. He didn’t jump, too well disciplined to flinch, but she could feel his heart rate climbing. She smiled a little at his nervousness and called it out to the class.

“Exactly, class. Even though such a light blow would have only caused minor pain for a short time,” of course, she doesn’t know how bad it would really hurt, Jason thought, “he still became very nervous. In a fight, a less well trained man would suddenly fixate on protecting his testicles. Outside of a fight, for example if you were intimidating someone, he would become very aware that you are in the position of power there. Alright, you two can sit down,” she told them.

Jason’s ball ache eased quickly, since he hadn’t been hit that hard. After a few more fights, he was assigned to another, this time against Drew Larson. She was almost his height, about 5’10, and had large breasts and dark brown skin with short hair in a bob. 

Their fight began explosively, with Drew launching a flurry of attacks at him. She was fast, so he had a harder time dodging and deflecting her hits. He took a punch in the left arm for a chance to get a retaliatory hit to her stomach, after which she fell back for a second. He moved to capitalize on her weakness, but she launched a kick towards his balls that he jumped backwards to avoid, putting him back on the backfoot. 

Drew sent two more attacks aimed at his lower body, attempting to draw his attention there. But he had heard the instructor’s lecture too, and he had experienced this type of fighting in the past, so he didn’t let himself be drawn out of protecting the rest of his body. After a few more attempts that he was able to punish with body blows, Drew seemed to give up on the idea. She knew that she needed to do something drastic in order to win; Jason was slowly but surely taking the advantage. 

She came closer to him and tried to knee him in the balls; when he blocked with another twist of his hip, she did something risky and jumped off her other foot, bringing it up into his crotch as well. 

Jason wasn’t expecting something like that, so her knee burrowed deep into his balls. He cried out in pain and backed up, hunched over, trying to get space and time to recover. Drew didn’t give him any time, though, and tackled him to bring him to the ground. He was unsteady on his feet and fell. She landed on top and straddled him. When he tried to buck his hips up to dislodge her, she leaned back and punched his balls several times, causing him to writhe in pain. The whistle blew, and Drew got off. Jason curled up for a few seconds, but then laboriously got to his feet and limped out of the ring.

The doctor examined him behind the barrier, something he figured he’d have to get used to. Her little squeezes hurt, but not as bad as the previous day. She gave him another painkiller to take. When he rejoined the class, Taylor smirked at him. His old friend had sparred with him plenty of times before and had hit him in the balls as often as she could, but she supported him afterwards even if it was teasingly. 

“Both still there?” She whispered. He nodded, and she patted him on the arm again. He didn’t get called up again, either because the instructors knew he wasn’t going to be much good in another fight or because of the luck of the draw. The rest of his classes weren’t too bad, though the dull ache in his stomach and balls wasn’t enjoyable. The painkillers did their job though, and he returned home with a 1-1 record. 

Lily returned to their apartment a little after he did, and he came out to meet her and give her a greeting hug. “I won one of my fights!” He exclaimed. 

She smiled widely at the news. “Great job!” She lightly patted him on the balls to get him to let go of her, and he winced far more than he normally would have. “Aww, how are the boys?” She asked. 

“Pretty rough, got hit a few times,” he said, and described the fights as she changed out of her school clothes and into more comfortable homewear. She was proud of him pushing past it in the first fight, but she laughed as he described being straddled by Drew as she punched him in the balls over and over again. Jason frowned, and she reached up to stroke his head sympathetically. “It’s okay, baby, it’s time for your reward.” 

He perked up at this and she made him strip before pulling him to the bed. She took off her clothes as well, revealing her perky and firm breasts. Unlike normal, Lily didn’t make Jason do any work, taking full control of his body. She kissed all across his body - after so long, she knew exactly how sensitive his nipples were and took full advantage - and he was soon squirming with anticipation. His cock was pointed straight at the ceiling and his swollen balls were throbbing with need. 

“Please, Lily,” he begged. She stopped what she was doing and smiled down at him.

“Please, what?” She asked, teasingly. 

“Please let me cum,” he said. His self control had been worn down. 

She lightly grazed his cock with one finger, up and down, before swirling the precum that he had already released around the tip. He thrusted upward, trying to get more stimulation, but she pulled her finger away. “Be a good boy,” she warned, and he subsided. 

Lily’s index finger went back, this time joined by her thumb to form a ring. She slid it up and down his cock as he moaned in pleasure. Her other hand was holding his balls, lightly supporting them. After several minutes of this torture, she finally grabbed his cock fully with one hand and began jerking him quickly. 

Even though he knew he would be allowed to cum, Jason had the presence of mind to warn her right before he exploded, and she let go. He whined in disappointment and began to buck his hips again until the hand that had been lightly fondling his balls tightened warningly, and he stopped again. Then, she moved down the bed and took him into her mouth. At first, she kept just his head in her mouth and licked it while stroking him with her other hand. When she felt his balls tighten, she began to deepthroat him. 

Jason groaned in pleasure as he spurted his cum into her throat. His balls clenched almost painfully as burst after burst of cum exploded out of him. Lily kept bobbing up and down on his cock, drawing out his orgasm for as long as possible. Finally, when he began to squirm from the post-orgasm torture, she drew back, releasing him. She went to rinse out her mouth while he lay on her bed, completely spent. 

When she came back and cuddled into his side, she whispered into his ear, “How about this? From now on, on each day of hand to hand training, if you win more spars than you lose, I’ll let you cum. If you tie, then I’ll flip a coin. If you lose more than you win, I’ll edge you and deny you until you do something to impress me.” 

Jason felt like he was floating in bliss, tired from the long couple days. “Sounds good, Lily,” he mumbled, drifting off. She looked up at his tired face and laughed quietly. Lily draped a blanket on his naked body before heading off to study. 

About a half hour later, she took the blanket off and aimed carefully before flicking his less swollen testicle violently. He jolted up, hands going to cradle his balls, with a cry of pain. He sighed when he saw her laughing face staring down at him.