Attack On Testicles

Attack On Testicles

By SoleMann

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Intro

After months of getting poked and prodded by Hange, here I sit in the grand hall as Hange approaches the royal council with her findings.

“Greetings Queen Historia and royal council members,” Hange says more formal than her usual self. “Today I’ve come to announce that we’ve finally come up with a way to gain the advantage over our enemies. By comparing Eren Yeager’s blood to that of the titans and average citizens, I’ve come up with a serum to prevent our enemies from transforming into sentient Titans.”

The sounds of shock and awe, along with murmurs of disbelief fill the hall.

“Everyone settle down!” Queen Historia proclaims. “Let’s hear her out before we jump to any conclusions.”

“Hange, you have the room. Please continue.”

“Thank you Queen Historia,” Hange replies graciously, and then continues with her announcement. “This serum will not permanently remove their Titan abilities, but will give us up to a 24 hour widow to capture and interrogate them before we decide their fate.”

No sooner does Hange finish her opening statement, when various council members start shouting out their concerns.

“How can you be sure the serum even works?”

“We’ve already done some preliminary tests on Eren, and he was unable to change into his Titan form,” Hange replies.

“Does it remove their excelled healing abilities?”

“Based on our test so far, it does not interfere with their regenerative properties, so even if drastic measures are taken in their capture, we shouldn’t have to worry about losing one before we have a chance to get them back to base to interrogate them.” She states.

She is then hit with a barrage of questions from the council before she even has a chance to reply them.

“What if we need to hold them longer than a day? Will successive doses work? If so, for how long?”

“We’ve heard that one can hold off its transformation for awhile. How do we know if the serum really works, or if Eren was just holding off his transformation? Whether that be intentionally, or subconsciously?”

“With that in mind, I hear that if one is too severely injured or in Titan mode for too long, they can’t transform anyways. Have you accounted for that in your tests?”

“Gentlemen, gentleman, give her a chance to address your questions one at a time please.” Queen Historia shouts over the concerned council, trying to get a handle on the situation before motioning for Hange to continue.

“Esteemed council members, I understand your concerns. If things were to go south when using the serum in real life applications, the situation could quickly get out of hand causing numerous casualties. That is part of the reason why I requested a meeting with you all today. I would like permission from the council to take Eren and a few trusted Survey Corps members to an undisclosed location outside the walls where we could safely do more in-depth tests of the serum on Eren.”

“How long do you think you might need to do this extended study?”

“I believe at least a week would be required to properly test the serums sustainability, along with any resistance the subject might have to the serum or the tests.”

“And just how will you be able to definitively prove that it really stops him from transforming?”

“Rest assured councilman, we have devised a way to affect minimal damage while causing maximum pain, so as to be sure the test subject isn’t holding back.” Hange states matter-of-factly.

Wait, hold on. That test subject she just coldly referred to is me. Hange had mentioned leaving the walls to do an extended test of the serum, but I don’t recall her ever mentioning anything about excessive pain tests.

Queen Historia looks to the council, who all nod unanimously. “It’s settled then. You have the council’s approval to go outside the walls for extended testing of your Anti-Titan serum.”

Before I have a chance to voice my concerns about these tests, Hange turns towards me and nods her head. Then the next thing I know, I feel a needle being stuck into my neck and my eyelids start to feel heavy.

“We couldn’t have you backing out on us at this stage of the game, so I mixed a little sedative in with your Anti-Titan shot. By the time you wake up, we should already be at the test site.” Hange whispers in my ear.

(Some time later…)

What happened? Where am I? The last thing I remember was being in the grand hall in front of the council. Why am I now lying on this cold stone floor?

As I go to rub my eyes to clear my head and get a better view of my surrounding, I notice that my wrists are in metal cuffs and chains. As I start to regain my sense, I discover I’m in what seems to be a brick cell and that my ankles are in chains as well.

“WFT is going on here?”

“I see you’re finally awake.” I hear a chair slide across the floor and then footsteps coming up behind me. It’s not long before Hange comes into view.

“You’re probably still a little groggy from the sedative. Sorry about that, but like I said, we couldn’t risk having you backing out at the last minute, or worse you voicing your concerns about what these test are going to consist of. The councils is made up of a bunch of pompous male fools who wouldn’t understand what it takes to keep our country safe from the Titans. Luckily, Queen Historia use to be one of us grunts and knows all too well what goes on in the field. So she uses her influence to manipulate the council into what needs to be done.”

“So what exactly do these tests consist of?” I ask hesitantly.

“I’m glad you asked, although you might not be,” she chuckles.

“We’ve already established that pain is the catalyst that triggers your change into a sentient Titan. Yet as you know from your own experience, if your body has been excessively damaged, despite how much pain you’re in, you can’t transform until you’ve regenerated those areas. We also know that one can willfully hold back ones transformation. So in order to be sure the serum works without a shadow of a doubt, the trick is to cause such excruciating pain that the subject has no choice but to transform in order to escape from it, yet not to cause much damage that it prevents one from being able to transform.”

Hange reaches up to adjust her glasses to let that last statement sink in.

“Lucky for us, all males have such an option naturally build into them.” Her eyes now focus down to my groin area.

As my eyes follow hers, I now realize something I hadn’t really noticed until now, my Survey Corps uniform had been removed and I’m lying here in just my underpants.

“Now in order to make these tests are varied as possible, I’ve enlisted a few of your female companions from the Survey Corps troop to assist me. And now that you’re awake, no time like the present to get started.”

Hange then waves her hand motioning for someone to join us in the room. As the door opens, in walks…

“Mikasa?”

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Chapter 1

Seeing Mikasa walk into the room was quite the shock. It also felt a bit awkward to be sitting here on the cold hard floor in only my underpants, while the two towered above me in full dress uniform. But that didn’t matter right now, since I was sure my lifelong friend was here to save me.

“Thank god you’re here Mikasa, do you have any idea what kinds of so called test Hange wants to perform on me?”

“Well of course I do. Why else would do you think I would be here.”

“Wait, what?”

“You see Eren, some of your actions over the years have made you not as popular with your female comrades as you might think.” Hange replies, giving a nod over to Mikasa.

Mikasa then takes a few steps over to some type of handle on the wall and starts to crank it. As she does, the slack starts to lessen on the chains attached to my wrists pulling me up off the floor. It’s not long until I’m lifted into full standing position with my arms pulled tightly above my head. The chains on my ankles keep my feet attached to the floor and spread out about shoulders length apart.

“As you can see, we’ve been preparing for this for awhile now, and have spared no expense to insure your comfort for our little tests.”

They both laugh at Hange’s little joke at my expense.

“Now this is how things are going to go for the next week or so,” Hange starts. “Every day at the same time I’ll be joined by one or more of your female comrades, and we’ll administer the Ant-Titan shot to you. Then I’ll leave the room to give you two a little privacy, and just observe the testing from behind that one way mirror over there.”

Hange then motions her hand to the wall off to the side of the room.

“She’ll then be free to attack your testicles in whatever way she can come up with for no less than an hour, and may continue to do so until she tires or the test is no longer causing you a sufficient amount of testicular pain.”

Wait, what the heck does she expect these girls to do to me that they’ll be too warn out to continue, or that would cause the pain to subside… OMG, she couldn’t mean?

“At this point she’ll leave the room, and I’ll come back in to check out your vitals and over all condition. You’ll then be lowered to ground, given some food, and pretty much left by yourself to recover and rest up until the process starts all over again the next day.”

She then turns to head out the door.

“Oh, and one last thing, don’t be concerned if the formula happens to fail and you feel yourself starting to transform. We’ve reinforced the walls in the observation room to withstand anything, plus anyone in the room with you should have ample time to get inside there before your transformation wreaks havoc on the rest of the building.”

As she starts to leave Hange places her hand on Mikasa’s shoulder, “Alright you’ve already been briefed on what needs to be done, I’ll just leave our little test subject in your strong capable hands.”

Hange then disappears out the door closing it behind her, and I’m left all alone with Mikasa in this cold dreary grey brick room. Hanging here in front of her in nothing by my underwear while she stands there fully dressed is quite an uncomfortable feeling, so much so I can’t even look her in the eye.

Suddenly I feel immense pressure in my balls as Mikasa’s hand snaps forward to grab them in her fist. In shock and despite the awkward circumstance we meet eyes.

She just smiles, “Hange did say she’s leaving you in my strong cable hands,” and continues to increase pressure.

“Why, Mikasa? Why?” I squeak out in a high pitch voice. “We’ve know each other since we were little. My family even took you in after your folks were killed. You’re almost like a sister to me, how could you do this?”

“That’s exactly why I can do this to you,” she exclaims with fire in her eyes. “I’ve had feelings for you for years now, so much so that others in our group have noticed it and even tease me about it. Yet you’re oblivious to my advances and keep me friend zoned.” She then wraps her one hand around the other, now using both hands to crush my nuts. With brute force like this, I can see why she’s always been one of the top cadets in the corp.

“So I’ve decided what better way to take out all my anger and pent up frustration then on your balls. And the best part is it’s all done under the guise of protecting our society from other sentient titans like you.”

Eventually she releases her death grip on my sack, and takes one ball in each hand. At first she squeezes them in unison, and then she starts alternation her grip back and forth from one hand to the other. Once this pulsating action seems to no longer be as effective, she places a ball between each of her thumbs and two fingers and starts to squeeze them.

This new pain is so intense that my eyes start to water. This reaction seems to be exactly what she was looking for, and she continues to increases the pressure, while simultaneously rolling each ball around between her thumbs and fingers. And I’m now begging her to stop her assault on my testicles.

“Please, Mikasa give me a break. I’m begging you.” I plead with her.

“I guess, since you asked so nicely, I can give you chance to catch your breath.” She then gives each nut one last pinch before releasing them. “Besides, that doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, so onto the next test.”

I barely get two full breaths out before she crouches down on one knee, and draws her right fist behind her back. In a flash she quickly stands back up, swinging her fist forward and slamming it full force into my balls. Before I have a chance to react, she lunges back down on her other leg, then uses her left fist to launch another upper cut into my unprotected nuts. She then continues to alternate driving her fists into me one after the other.

With arm strength like this it’s no wonder she’s able to slice thru a Titans nape with so much ease.

I want so badly to close my legs to protect myself from her powerful blows, but with my arms and legs chained spread eagle, I have to choice but to take whatever she dishes out. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I see a bead of sweat form on her forehead and she stops her barrage of punches to my privates.

At last, Hange mentioned they should go until they’re tired out, and I just might have caught a break.

“Wow! That made for great workout.” She says as she rubs her arms. “But my legs seem a bit tight from all those lunges, so I better do some leg stretches to loosen them up at little before we go any further.”

She then faces away from me and takes a step forward. “I think a few donkey kicks should do the trick.”

Mikasa then swings her leg out in front of her, only to bring it back behind her causing the hard heel of her boot to crash into my already abused testicles.

“Well, there’s not much force in that, but I’m sure you could use a cool down as well.”

Maybe it doesn’t seem like much force to her, but after the number she’s done on me already, the pain is still quite intense.

“Now let’s see, how about three reps of ten for each leg?”

What the heck, has she turned her daily workout routine into some perverse way to abuse my nuts?

Mikasa then swings her right leg back and forth like a pendulum, driving her boot heel into my nuts on every back swing. She repeats the same process with her left leg, before taking a minute break then doing two more reps with each leg.

“Now for the grand finally and the real fun to begin,” she says as she turns around to face me.

“What do think another three reps of ten for each leg?”

I just hang there a sweaty aching mess, no longer able to fully stand, and too worn out to even speak. I feel like I’ve been put through the wringer already, yet she wants to do more to me?

“What? No thoughts on your end? Not that I actually cared it was more of a rhetorical question.”

She then brings her left leg back and swings it forward full force. My groin explodes into pain as her booted foot slams into my balls. Over and over she hammers her boot into my balls with such force as to bring me back onto my feet.

Finally her count reaches ten and she goes to switch legs. By this time tears are already streaming down my face and my groin feels like it’s on fire.

“Wow, you look like you’re in pretty bad shape, and that was only my left leg. Wonder how are you going to handle my more powerful right one?”

Mikasa then draws her right foot back and swings it forward, “And One.”

OMG, she wasn’t kidding, the force of her right leg lifts me to my feet on the first swing. By her fifth swing she’s actually lifting my feet off the floor. She then fires off the next two kicks in swift succession. The second shot hitting its target before my feet even have the chance to touch the floor again.

POP! My ball explodes under the intense force, and an unbelievable gut wrenching pain forms in the pit of my stomach.

Our eyes lock as the sound echoes throughout the room. Both wondering if this will be the moment my pain threshold is maxed out overcoming the serum, and triggering my natural response to transform and alleviate the unbearable pain in my shattered nut. But no such luck for me, instead I just start dry heaving.

“It’s a good thing Hange thought ahead and decided not to have you fed until after the tests. What a mess that would have been to clean up later.” Mikasa chuckles at my expense.

“Now where were we?”

And before I have even the slightest chance to recoup, she cocks her leg back and swings it forward bringing fresh waves of pain into what’s left on my manhood.

“Eight… Nine… Ten!”

She then reaches down and grabs my sack, rolling her fingers around.

“Yep, definitely shattered one of them, I guess I don’t know my own strength,” she laughs.

“Since I don’t want a repeat of that before I have a chance to finish off my reps, it might be best if I remove my boots first. That way, not only won’t I be ramming my hard boot into it, but I can also get a better sense of how much force I’m using.”

Mikasa then looks around the room, and seeing the chair Hange was sitting in earlier, drags it over in front of me. She takes a seat and the slowly removes both of her knee-high boots.

“Hmm… socks or no socks?”

My head just bobbles around a little in my groggy state, not really registering what she saying.

“I said…” shoving her socked foot in my face, “sock or no socks?”

The stench from her sweaty socked foot fills my senses and snaps me wide awake. I now twist and turn my head as much as I can to avoid the foul smell coming from her foot.

“That’s more like it, there’s still a little life left in you after all.” She chuckles.

She then places booth her feet by my groin and start poking and prodding my sack with her toes.

“Socks seem good enough.”

She then removes her feet from my crotch, stands up and shoves the chair across the floor and out of the way.

“Now back to business before I lose my momentum.”

Mikasa continues her reps by driving foot after foot into my sack. Not only causing me more pain in my already batter ball, but turning what is left of my popped nut to mush. At this point all I can do is hang there and take it as my body gets jolted around by the force of her kicks.

“One last rep with my right leg and we’re done, so let’s make it count.”

She now goes back to full force with her right leg, once again lifting my feet off the floor with each swing of her powerful legs. Kick after kick the top of her socked foot makes contacted with my sack. Despite my only having one ball left, her aim attacking that ball is as accurate as when she’s attacking a Titan, and she hits it with every shot. Suddenly she changes her foots angle, and the big toe of her right foot drives my unprotected ball directly into my pelvic bone.

POP! Echoes throughout the room again.

I wail in excruciating pain as she continues to grind her big toe into what’s left of my exploded nut. She then follows up with two no holds barred full force kicks to my sack that lift me to the limits of the chains around my ankles, pulping anything that might be left of my balls.

I now just hang there, convulsing in agony, while out of the corner of my eye I can see Mikasa doing a little victory dance. As the intense pain washes over me, I start to thankfully lose consciousness. Just as the darkness starts to fill in around me, I’m shocked back life by the foulest stench. Mikasa has picked her boot up off the floor and shoved my face into it.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” she cruelly laughs.

I struggle wildly as my senses are now being assaulted by years’ worth of wear and built up sweat in her old boots. Finally, she removes it from my face and I gasp to get in some fresh air. Meanwhile, she causally sits back down on the chair and starts putting her boots back on.

“That’s better, can’t have all my hard work go to waste by you passing out on me, now can I.”

Mikasa then gets up off the chair and signals to Hange that she can rejoin us in the room.

“He’s all yours now,” she says giving what’s left of my pulverized testicles one last squeeze, to check her handy work before leaving the room.

*

Chapter 2

Now that Mikasa has gone, I’m once again left alone in the room with Hange. My wrists are sore from being hung by my arms for the last who knows how long, but it’s nothing compared to the searing pain from Mikasa pulverizing my balls with her kicks.

Hange casually strolls over to me and places her notebook on the chair. She then removes a thermometer from her pocket and shoves it in my mouth. She pulls out a stethoscope and starts checking my vitals.

“Your pulse and heart rate seem a bit elevated, but that’s to be expected after what you’ve just been through.”

Pulling the thermometer from my mouth, “What’s odd is you don’t have the elevated temperature that usually occurs when your healing kicks in. Nor the steaming emanating from the damaged area as it heals.”

“I think this requires a closer look at the affected area,” she says as she grabs a hold of my waistband, and tears my thin undershorts from my body. The force from this shakes my whole body causing a shockwave of pain in my privates.

“By the face you just made, I can assume you’re still feeling quite a bit of pain down there.” Now poking and prodding my loose sack with her pen.

“This just won’t do. If one of the side effects of the serum is that it negates your regeneration abilities, then we’ll have to be more careful when trying to capture a sentient Titan. Not to mention it limits what interrogation options we can use on them.”

Hange starts pacing back and forth across the room, while I just hang there with an throbbing pain in what use to be my balls.

“This doesn’t make sense, in all the preliminary tests you were still able to heal yourself. Maybe it’s due to getting two shots in succession,” she queries while adjusting her glasses. “If that’s the case, then we’d only have 24 hours to capture one and return it to base for interrogation. That wouldn’t be…”

Suddenly steams starts emanating from my groin, and within a few seconds the pain starts to subside.

“YES!” Hange shouts jumping around the room in the usual overexcited way she gets when one of her plans work.

“I was worried there for a second.” She says with a sigh of relief. “It looks like there’s just a bit of a time delay with multiple shots, but we can work with that.”

“You also seem to be more at ease now.” She notices. “It’s almost as if along with healing, the steam is a natural anesthetic. This would explain why when severely injured your kind don’t flail around on the ground while you’re regenerating.”

Hange then picks her notebook up off the chair, but before sitting down she decides to drag over a stool and place it right in front of me, to rest her booted feet on. As she makes herself comfortable, her filthy worn boots are now mere inches from my mangled sack. A chill goes down my spine at just the thought of what Mikasa’s boots had done to me minutes ago.

“Now that we’re back on track, from what I observed earlier, Mikasa worked you over rather well, but I still might have a few follow up questions to ask you while I fill out my formal report.” She then joking flexes her ankle back and snaps it forward catching my loose sack.

My whole body tenses as a natural reflex after what I endured at Mikasa’s feet. Then I recall what Hange just mentioned about my pain receptors being turned off while I’m healing. When suddenly the steam stops, and the searing pain is once again back.

“Well that was unexpected,” Hange states matter-of-factly seeing the anguished look on my face.

A few seconds go by, the steams resumes, and the pain once again subsides. Hange gets a curios look on her face, and then taps her booted sole into my sack. Once again the steam stops, the pain is back for a few seconds and then the steam resumes. She taps me a third time, but now continues pressing her booted sole into me. As before, the steam stops, and the pain resumes, only this time it doesn’t stop after a few seconds. She gets another inquisitive look on her face and starts to grind the toe of her boot into my sensitive ballsack.

“Interesting, it appears that as long as there is still trauma being caused to the damaged area, it is unable to heal itself. That would explain why when Mikasa broke your one ball, it didn’t start to regenerate right away. And here I thought it was just due to an overall delay in the healing process. This could be very useful in our integration tactics later. I’ll be sure to keep better track of these things next time.”

Next time? OMG, I almost forgot this was only day one of my week of testing. How am I ever going to make it thru a whole week of this?

“Oops, I can’t image the pain this must be causing you right now,” and she slowly removes her foot from my groin, so once again the steam can resume and I can get some relief.

“How inconsiderate of me, here I am sitting down relaxing while you’re still half standing, hanging from those chains.” She then gets up, walks over to the handle on the wall and starts to crank it. My body begins to slowly descend until my knees are just touching the floor and she stops.

“That should do,” she says as she walks back and takes a seat in her chair scotching it a little closer to me. “But you know what, my feet get rather sore in these boots and I could use something a little softer to rest them on than this hard wooden stool.” She then leans forward, lifts my damaged semi-healed balls, slides the stool up close to me, and sets my balls back down on top of it.

No, she couldn’t be. But before I even had chance to fully think her plan through, she leans back, and lifts her feet. She then places a booted heel on each of my mangled balls, preventing their healing process. Instantly the steam stops and gut wrenching pain returns.

“So I figure why not kill two birds with one stone. I can rest my feet on your now semi-soft balls, while at the same time testing out my new discovery.”

She picks up her note book and resumes writing in it, while muttering to herself. “Second dose seems to cause delay in regenerative process. Steam emanating from the area seems to have an anesthetic effect on the affected area. Continued trauma or pressure to the damaged region will halt the healing process until an as of yet undetermined amount of time. As a result, the steam ceases along with the anesthetic properties is has.”

Hange then starts grinding her heals into my nuts, causing fresh waves of pain.

“Is that correct? Your pain receptors are no longer being blocked?”

“Yes!” I blurt out.

“For the record, yes what?” she asks putting more weight on her heels.

“Yes, I can feel pain down there again.” I say with a quiver in my voice.

“And would you say it’s equal to when Mikasa was squeezing your balls, kicking your balls, or when she pooped them?” she asks inquisitively. The slight delay in my reply causing her to bear down more on her heals again.

“Squeezing… when she was squeezing them with both hands,” I blurt out.

“Okay, and how about now?” She then lifts her right foot above my left ball about six inches, before casually letting her hard booted heel drop down on it. She does the same with her left foot on my right nut, and then continues with an alternating barrage of heel drops on my severely damaged balls.

“OMG! It almost feels as if she’s still in the room kicking my balls again.” I start wailing out with tears flowing down my face. “PLEASE stop, I beg you.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop, if only to shut your whiney ass up already.”

She then ceases her assault on my nuts and brings both heels to rest on top of them. The pain is still excruciating, but not as bad as when her heels were just slamming into them.

“Well, I believe that should be all the questions I have for you right now. You can just rest there for a little bit while I finish filling in all the details for my official report.” She then returns to writing in her notebook, without releasing my balls from under her booted heels.

Relax? How can anyone relax when they’re on their knees, while still hanging with their arms above their head? The least she could do is remove her cruel boots from my balls, so the pain would dissipate and they could start healing. But no, instead she slouches down to get more comfortable, burying her head in her book so far that I can barely even see her face now.

As time passes, the mere weight of her heels bearing down into by balls becomes more and more unbearable. I glance around the room to try and find anything to take my mind off the constant unrelenting pain in my balls. But as I look around, all I can see are four drab grey walls, one of which has the door and her desk with the one way mirror behind it. What is taking her so long to fill out this report, just finish it already.

Just when I feel my sanity starting to slip away from this never-ending gut wrenching pain in my groin, I’m brought back from the brink by a knock on the door. Hange seems to get startled dropping her pen to floor.

“Come in.” she slurs in almost a groggy sounding voice.

Suddenly Historia pops her head into the room. Sure as the queen, she’s had quite a few people bend the knee to her. But what a site I must be, kneeling down naked in front of Hange, while she rests her booted feet on my exposed balls. Of all people why her? Like almost all the men in our division, I’ve had crush on her since she first joined the corp.

“You’ve been in here for quite awhile, is everything okay?” She asks.

Hange removes her glasses from her face, rubs her eyes and stretches out driving her hard heels deeper into my groin. I wince as her simple motion causes me even more excruciating pain.

“Oh, sorry to have worried you, I guess I must have dozed off for a bit while filling out these boring forms.”

“Well, it’s been over an hour since Mikasa told us she was finished with him, and Sasha was wondering when you wanted her to bring him some food.”

What the hell? I’ve been on my knees suffering with her hard boots heels crushing my nuts for over an hour now waiting for her to finish her report, and this whole time she’s been just napping?

Hange sits up straight in her chair and places her booted feet back on the floor finally releasing my balls from an hours’ worth of agonizing pain. As she does this steam starts to emanate from my busted balls.

“What’s up with that?” Historia ask with a quizzical look on her face. “It’s been over an hour shouldn’t he have healed up by now, or did just the mere weight of your boots cause enough damage for him to have to heal from?”

“Actually, you’ll never guess what I discovered.” Hange says with a glint in her eyes. “Turns out as long as there is sufficient continuous damage to the area, it won’t start to heal and he can still feel pain there.”

“So this whole time you were resting, he could feel the weight of your feet on his balls?”

“Even better, not just the weight he might normally feel from the pressure of my heels on his balls, but the intense pain from his balls not having recovered after being pulverized by Mikasa’s kicks.”

“Watch this.” Hange says, as she leans forward. “You see how his sack is still looks soft and mushy, and you can’t see any shape from his orbs.”

She then places her index finger on my sack and presses down until the steam stops. Suddenly the excruciating pain from when Mikasa shatter my last nut returns and I squirm as best I can to try and get away from her.

“With just enough pressure, I can stop the healing process, which in turns stops the anesthetic effect it has on the area as well.” Hange says while still trapping my ball under her one finger. “And as you can see by the distorted look on his face and writhing about, that the simple pressure I can exert with just one finger is now causing the same sensation as just being busted.”

“Wait, so this whole time you were just casually napping with your heels resting on his balls, he was forced to endure the sensation of his balls being freshly ruptured? Damn girl, that’s cold!”

“All in the name of science,” Hange chuckles.

She gets up from her chair, releasing my ball in the process. Within a few seconds, the steam starts and my pain subsides.

“Let’s go tell Sasha she can get his food ready now. He should feel up to eating by the time she has it done.”