This story has a part of another story I read awhile ago! Link here for the original. (Most of my story is orignial, but a flashback comes from here.)
ATLA: Critical Hit 2 - Lessons and Fun
“Come on, Zuko!”
“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. No.”
“But it’s for Aaang!” Sokka pleaded.
“I’m saying no for Aang! That isn’t what he needs. And that’s why I’m going to go back home to confront my Father!” Zuko exclaimed with a serious expression, up in Sokka’s face.
“Dude. Sparky.” Toph spoke up. “Do you really think what Twinkletoes needs is vengeance? He’s a vegetarian!”
Zuko raised his eyebrows and took a step back.
“Yeah!” Sokka jumped on. “He needs to move on! We’ve all been hit in the junk before. But Aang needs to know it’s nothing to cry about! It’s something to laugh about!” Sokka said with a smile, hands at his side.
“Smile about.” Zuko grimaced, looking down. “That never led to a smile back home.”
“Looks like it’s something you need to learn to smile about too, Sparky.” Toph said, approaching Zuko. “With a sister like yours, a memory like that might be one of the few things you can smile about!”
Zuko grimaced. “Me and Azula used to get along really well. But… things changed.” He said, looking away. Then turning back with a renewed determination, “But that’s not important right now! I’m not playing!”
“Come on! Aang will have more fun with you!” Sokka pleaded. “And I’m gonna do it with or without you.”
That seems to have caused Zuko some hesitation, looking down and considering. Sokka and Toph looked at each other with a shared grin. We got him!
“But… it’s so stupid.” Zuko said, looking up.
“Listen. That’s why it’s fun.” Sokka said with a smile, an arm around Zuko’s shoulder. “Plus. Don’t you want to get me back?” Sokka said.
“Get you back? For whaUGH!”
As Zuko looked confused, Sokka rocked a hand in and up towards Zuko’s lower midsection, swinging from down below. Sokka’s knuckles made healthy contact with Zuko’s meat and potatoes. The Exiled Prince Zuko’s eyes went out as he bent back and clutched his groin with a shocked expression. Then his mouth clenched with pain as he lowered towards the ground as pain rocked his core, and he felt it difficult to stand.
“Oooh! I’m soOOoO getting you back!” Zuko groaned, going through a wave of pain as he exclaimed his discontent. He stumbled and moaned out a little sickly before putting his head down and curling it in. With a grimace, he looked back up at Sokka, who was smiling and sharing congratulations with Toph.
Zuko yelled out as he jumped up and started to chase Sokka with a hand still clutching his crotch. Sokka shrieked out and ran away from Zuko, who was much quicker than Sokka thought he would be, post nut-tap. Then as Zuko started throwing fire bolts at Sokka’s feet, Sokka kicked it up a gear and screamed out again.
“No bending, no fair! No bending, no fair!”
“How does this even work?” Aang sounded nervous and confused. He was drawing in the sand with his bare foot.
“Okay, so…” Sokka said, sitting cross legged across from Aang. Zuko was standing a few feet away, a hand cupping the underside of his crotch. He was grimacing and looking away.
“Since there’s three of us, we have a few ways we can do this-”
“I vote for nutball!” Toph said, sitting back with her feet sticking towards the middle of the 4 of them.
“You’re not even playing.” Zuko said, across from her.
“So? I want to watch!” She said, pulling her legs in and holding them with a smile.
“...We could do nutball. It’s a classic, and skill dependent. And as the only non-bender here, I think I’d be the favorite to win!” Sokka smiled, with his proud logic.
“How does that work?” Zuko asked.
“Well, one of us would throw the ball at the other’s-”
“No, I get that. But, how would you be the favorite!? I’m a prince and he’s literally the avatar.”
“Oh! Because since I need to master my physical body and battle tactics, because I can’t rely on the elements like you guys, I have the advantage in a game of throwing, a game of physical skill!”
“Okay, hotstuff.” Toph teased. “Use these rocks to play.” She then tossed a few rocks towards Sokka to catch. He weighed them in his hands and seemed to be convinced.
“Wait, aren’t you an earth bender? Can’t you control those rocks!” Zuko pointed out, in an accusatory tone.
Toph grimaced and stared bullets at Zuko. “...You’re ruining my fun.”
Zuko looked proud that he got one over on Toph.
“I wasn’t even going to use it against you.” Toph added on. “Now, maybe I will.”
Sokka tossed them away. “Well, we won’t be using them so… wait. Who were you going to use them against!?” Sokka asked, already knowing the answer.
Toph looked up at Sokka with a smile. With precise and quick motion, one of the rocks that Sokka threw away, she sent careening at Sokka’s own pair of meaty rocks between his legs. But, Sokka barely caught the rock in time. He had a frightened expression on his place, but when he felt the rock in his hand and not smacking into his testicles, he let out a sigh of relief.
“Good try! But you lose!” Sokka taunted, sticking his tongue out as he threw the rock at Toph’s feet. She shrieked and got her feet out of the way, looking at Sokka with furrowed eyebrows.
Then, she smiled and looked proud. Sokka grimaced as he wondered what she was smiling about. It wasn’t until Zuko raised his foot up betwee Sokka's legs, and slamming it with vengence, did Sokka understand why Toph was laughing. Sokka then understood that he should’ve been cupping his boys from underneath, and not just holding a hand from the front.
It wasn’t a hard kick, thankfully for Sokka. Truthfully, it wasn’t even as hard of a smack as Sokka gave Zuko before, but this one was from behind and hit both of Sokka’s balls dead-on. There was even a perceptible sound of meat clapping emerging from between Sokka’s toned legs.
Zuko felt Sokka’s orbs on the arch of his foot as he raised it up, and knew then was the right time to pull his foot up a little harder to really add emphasis.
Sokka’s eyes went wide as he felt a foot pull up into his tenders from behind, then jam them up into his body without any tenderness intended. Instantly, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, bringing a hand down to his groin.
Aang, watching across from them, laughed at the teasing and fun his friends were having around him. At first, he grimaced, but then he started laughing and holding his own balls at Sokka’s misfortune.
“Ohh! Ah, dammit!” Sokka whined out, turning around and seeing Zuko sneaking away and trying not to laugh. Sokka groaned and let his head fall with the gravity of the pain, holding his groin with one hand, legs spread wide. One of his feet moved out, toes stretching out then curling in as the young water man from the water tribe shifted around. From a lounging position, he rolled onto his side and sighed out.
“Ahhh…” He had an almost smile on his face, before he twisted his legs and it turned into a frown. “That was a good one.”
“Haha, he got right up behind you. I even heard a little thwack too!” Aang laughed, which made everyone laugh. Sokka got up and looked around. He made eye contact with Zuko and made a bond in the moment. They both helped Aang feel better and appreciated the other’s part in it.
“Nevermind, let’s see more of that! Kick each other!” Toph exclaimed excitedly.
The three were wearing what they normally would wear, but with a little more skin showing because it was warm. Zuko had on a short robe over his bare, fit upper body. He’d usually have a red shirt underneath, but took it off before starting. His pants were baggy and, like everyone else, was barefoot.
Sokka had on his traditional blue outfit from his water tribe. Short blue tunic with his arms bare and wrists taped. Underneath, tights that weren’t too tight and nothing else. His body was also strong of course, but surprisingly, the least ripped of the three for the only non-bender. And Aang, his usual monk outfit with one arm bare and muscled, despite his bodily youth. He had baggy pants underneath, and nothing under that either. His barefeet were bouncing around the ground, a little excited for this. But also a little nervous.
“So. Each of you will go around and kick each other in the nuts.” Toph said in the middle of the three. “You can kick whoever you want, your only goal is to win the battle. You lose by giving up. Let’s have a fair, friendly battle. Only kicks below the belt and above the thighs. Aang. You’ll get to kick first.” Toph backed away and got to a fun vantage point. She sat in front of a rock and smiled as it began.
Aang sighed out and looked around at his two friends. They both had a strong face on and tried to look tough, as to not give any indication to Aang that they wanted to be kicked first. Aang looked between the two of them and sighed out.
“I don’t like doing this. But I know it’s gonna be fun! Sokka, spread ‘em!”
“Ugh, me?! But I’m your bro!” Sokka whined, but spreading his legs.
“You told me before though! When you’re with bro’s it’s all okay!” Aang said, not taking much time to practice or set up his kick, lifting his foot up off the floor and sending into Sokka’s groin without hesitation. It wasn’t a perfect kick, his toes hit Sokka’s backside first and foremost, but his arch felt Sokka’s hanging pieces as his foot went up there. Sokka grimaced but realized Aang missed his kick a bit. He still held them just to be safe; then appreciated how much less it hurt than he expected it to. He laughed.
“Ahaaa! Good one, Aang!” Sokka said. “Everyime you kick me, kick just like that!”
“Ugh.” Zuko was going to say more, but then realized he didn’t really want to bring Sokka’s attention to him. But it didn’t matter, Sokka turned to him and Zuko groaned and spread his legs.
“This is going to be payback, Zuko.” Sokka said, not making the same mistake Aang made and prepared for his kick.
“But my kick was already payback! A-and what happened to no vengeance!?”
“Toph said that, not me! I always just wanted to do this!” Sokka said, his foot flying up into and making clean contact with Zuko's balls with his kick from underneath. It wasn’t a rough kick, but it wasn’t soft. Zuko grunted and took a step back and held his balls as they rebounded from getting kicked up into his pelvis. His face shifted as he bent slightly then stretched his legs out. His hair fell over his eyes and the usually moody face pouted some more.
“Owww… ugh. This sucks everytime.” Zuko groaned, feeling the pain in his stomach. It wasn’t too bad though. Just a deep sickness, that made him want to rub it away. He pulled a hand up to his belly and pushed carefully.
“Ah, only sucks if you suck!” Sokka smiled, smirking at Aang. Aang giggled and nodded his head.
“Ugh. Alright. Now this is payback, for your payback!” Zuko said, still staring towards Sokka. Sokka groaned.
“Really, man?!”
“Haha, this is great stuff! Keep on kicking Captain Boomerang! He’ll keep on coming back for more!” Toph cheered.
“Shut up!” Sokka said. Then he sighed and shook his head, laughing a little. He held his hands over his head and continued. “This better not end up being a back and forth between me and you!”
“As long as you can be the bigger man.” Zuko said after setting up, and then swinging his foot up into Sokka’s groin. This kick was a little harder and more intentional. Sokka groaned out and bent over pretty quickly, breathing out as he squinted his eyes. One hand clutching his balls and the other over his stomach, knees bending as he tried to bring his upper body straight up. He stumbled on the hard ground, his legs crossing as he groaned out, moaning and fake crying a little. Then his knees hit the floor in defeat, hanging his head low.
Zuko couldn’t help but laugh. “That was a good one, huh?”
“Yeah… really good…” Sokka complained, sounding sick. The pain was dragging up into his stomach.
“I felt them!” Zuko exclaimed, smiling more than he thought he would. He also thought I know now I’m definitely the bigger man… but he knew better than to antagonize Sokka, when it was his turn to pick someone’s nuts to kick. Plus, it’s not like Sokka's size was anything to sneeze at anyways. It did make Zuko respect him some more.
“I felt your foot… you never get comfortable with feet...” Sokka said, leaning forward and groaning before pushing himself up. His knees were still bent in as he turned to Aang. He smiled as he looked up at his friend. “Alright, your turn.”
Aang nodded and spread his legs a bit. He breathed out and tried not to look nervous.
“Don’t worry, Twinkletoes.” Toph said, sensing how fast his heart was beating. “It’ll be fine, then you get to kick Sokka in his nuts again!”
“Or Zuko! It doesn’t have to be mine…” Sokka whimpered as he prepared his kick. Aang smirked and shook his head.
“You’re always the center of attention, Sokka. It’s not our fault, hehe.” Aang said.
“Yeah, well I’ll pass this time… unless Suki’s the one doing it…” Sokka said with a smile. Then he thought about it, and shook his head. “Err, maybe not. She can get pretty angry sometimes.”
“Shut up, weirdo and kick Aang in the marbles!”
Sokka scoffed at Toph then looked back at Aang. “Alright. Ready, Aang?”
Aang nodded and moved his hands up behind his head and closed his eyes. Sokka was going to mention to Aang, it might be better if he keeps them open, because it’ll hurt less… but, he wasn’t going to stop Aang from doing what he feels comfortable doing.
Sokka swung his leg up softer than how he kicked Zuko earlier. More comparable with how Zuko kicked Sokka before, but a little bit softer to be safe. Aang grunted then bent over slightly, stumbling a little then clutching his boys… and was glad to feel that it wasn’t going to get much worse than that. His face relaxed and he laughed lightly. Then he bent a leg inwards. It was still a kick in the nuts.
“Haha… owwwhaha…” Aang let out, clutching his parts and twisting his body a bit. The pain was there, but it wasn’t that bad. It was a little funny, he admitted to himself.
“See!” Sokka said with a smile. “It’s not so bad! Especially now that you get to kick Zuko too.”
“Hey! He can kick you again, you know.” Zuko replied.
“Yeah, but I’m not.” Aang said, turning to Zuko. “You’ve tried to capture me for a long time, you know.” Aang teased, smiling now.
Zuko swallowed hard and spread his legs. “Haha, yeah but… it’s all water under the bridge, right?” Zuko forced a friendly smile. His head tilted and his hair fell with him.
Aang smiled harder and nodded. He also learned from his mistake before, and prepared before going through with it. “Yeah, Water under the bridge.” Aang said, reaching out to Zuko for a handshake. Zuko took it with a more genuine smile, then let go. Then Aang, continuing where he left off, sent a leg up between Zuko’s legs with more force than what he received from Sokka. In fact, this kick was the hardest kick so far. A decently loud clap could be heard as Aang’s foot clapped Zuko’s balls up against his body.
Zuko gasped out in shock, not expecting the kick to be too hard. He was forced to bend over and clutch himself in instictual concern. His boys were already a bit sore and this kick immediately sparked more pain than he prepared himself for.
Sokka made a loud noise in shock, and Toph laughed loudly as she rolled back, but made sure to keep Zuko in her sights.
Zuko, ever broody, whined as he leaned towards the floor, a hand between his legs. Then he breathed out, like something were burning inside him and he let out a long, low “uuuuuu…” with his head firmly against the floor.
Then, his groan increased and he fell onto his side, looking up and yelling out in pain. It made his eyes squint.
“Ahhhhh…. mmmm… d-dammit! This hurts!" He said, before pulling his head back in and curling over himself on his knees. He shook back and forth, clutching himself and Aang giggled.
“I heard that! Did you hear that!?” Aang asked the Gaang.
“Of course, damn! That was a good hit!” Sokka said, supporting Aang and rubbing his back.
“Ugh…mmm, okayy... nnugh… alright. If that’s how it’s gonna be...” Zuko said, grimacing as he looked up. He forced a smile and started to stand up, clutching his balls tenderly. He rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, then stretched his legs. This pain was getting pretty bad, but he wasn’t going to give them anything. He felt like he had to prove something.
“Spread them again, Aang.”
Aang sighed and understood. He spread his legs and held his hands over his head again. This time, he kept his eyes open.
“Do your worst, Zuko!” Aang cheered.
“Oh, you wish Avatar!” Zuko exclaimed went to set up. He hesitated for a moment, frowned then took a healthy step forwards as he kicked between the Avatar’s legs with a forceful determination. He felt Aang’s balls weigh on his foot as it flew up between his legs. Zuko did make sure to kick a little bit less than what Aang gave him, despite his initial intentions. But even still, he heard a louder clap smack the area as his foot slammed Aang’s balls against his own pelvis.
Aang jumped a little bit and stumbled back, intaking loudly and looking down in shock. Zuko stepped forward and went to reach out towards Aang, and Sokka grimaced as he clutched his berries, hoping that wasn’t too much for Aang.
Toph was watching, leaning forward and studying Aang intently. She found it so interesting to hear everyone’s heartbeat as they kicked and got kicked. The spike in heartbeat before the kick and immediately after the kick. And Aang’s heartbeat jumped up the quickest and highest so far. She hung in eager anticipation. Was she gonna see Twinkletoes cry?
Aang moaned out, bent over and clutching his orbs. Then he cringed, and laughed out.
“Owwwhaha!” Aang twisted as he fell to his knees and started laughing louder. Zuko started laughing too and holding onto Aang’s shoulders for a moment, in quick embrace.
Sokka started laughing and of course so did Toph. Everyone found this absolutely hilarious.
“Owwowowwww my baaalllls dude!” Aang said, laughing and whining in pain as he rolled onto his side. He whined loudly, then curled towards his knees and kicked his feet rapidly. That made Sokka laugh louder and fall towards the floor.
“Duuhude that was sooo loud!” Sokka barely got out.
“I felt that!” Toph added to the laughter.
“Me too! Avatar, are you okay?” Zuko asked, going back to Aang.
“Oooo! Yes but no! Owww!” Aang said, dramatically laughing and rolling around. On his stomach, clutching his balls, he lifted his feet up and kicked them rapidly again. Then, crossed his feet and tightened his legs.
“Oooo! This hurts so bad!” Aang whined out as friendly as he could while still being in pain. His smiling was twisting into a grimace.
“Well, do you give up!?” Toph asked Aang.
“Haha, no! I gotta get him back!” Aang said, rolling onto his knees and looking at his target, Zuko.
“No Avatar, wait. It was an accident to go that hard, I swear!”
“Oh, it’s over for you!” Sokka added fuel to the fire.
The four laughed as Aang was able to get up soon, and get himself prepared. The mood of the Gaang shifted after this, as all 4 of them were having a great time. Even as Aang swung his leg up towards Zuko’s harder than before, and Zuko fell back and kicked his legs softly, while moaning everyone was having a good time.
“Oh God, this one hurts deep!” Zuko groaned out with a hoarse voice. His knees were up as his hands were cupped over his crotch. They gently swayed as the pain radiated inside his princely, fit body. He’s grateful he hasn’t felt this recently, especially during an intense battle. Even still, he was having a good time just be silly and just being a boy.
Aang was laughing a bit still and Sokka was smiling too.
“I think that was the hardest one, yet!” Aang said, almost proud.
“Definitely was!” Toph said, on her stomach and kicking her legs up and down.
It took Zuko a moment to get back up, but he was able to. He was smiling still and ready to kick Sokka.
“Don’t think I forgot that you’re the one to drag me into this!” Zuko said. “Never thought I’d willingly get kicked in the balls. And that’s your fault!” Zuko said, not kicking Sokka as hard as Aang kicked him, but noticeably raising the power of kicks they were bringing to the table.
Sokka felt Zuko’s toes slam up into his nuts, and he felt his eyes flash for a second before he gasped out. He wasn’t expecting this kind of hit, and he stumbled and felt a weird pain that just got worse over time. Rising up in him and giving him flashbacks; he remembered the first time Katara kicked him a few years ago. He groaned and rolled onto his side.
“Oh yeah, we’re getting to the good kicks now!” Toph exclaimed.
Aang smiled then sighed out. He was enjoying this and wasn’t even thinking about what happened earlier with the Fire Lord. He was hurting, yeah. But he was with the bro’s, so it’s alright.
Sokka rolled onto his knee and pushed up. He grimaced and looked up, “Looks like you’re having fun, Aang…”
“Hehe” Aang stood proudly.
“Alright… okay. Let’s see if you’re still laughing after this…” He groaned, getting up to his feet. He breathed out as he bent his knees inwards and looked up with a ragged smile. Then a more vibrant one as he got into position.
Aang smiled as he spread his legs and awaited another kick. Sokka obliged, swinging up into Aang’s balls hard, making sure Aang didn’t get off too easy.
Aang groaned and clutched his balls as the pain started to really fill him up. He moaned and fell to his knees, eyes clenching as his mouth puckered. He fell to his side and rolled around, moaning in pain.
“Oh, yeah! Nice swing, Sokka!”
Sokka smiled, flicking his finger and shifting into fingerguns. “You know it.”
Aang groaned and put his head down, kicking his legs softly as he moaned in pain. “Owwww… this is starting to hurrtt…”
“You can always give up, Avatar.” Zuko reminded him.
Aang opened his eyes and saw Zuko standing over him. Aang felt like despite the pain, he needed to keep this going.
“No, not yet… it’s your turn, Zuko.”
Sokka smiled as he heard that. He was feeling pretty sick and thought this game was reaching it’s end. He didn’t want it to be the first one to drop out. He didn’t want to take another one right now, and Zuko looks like he doesn’t have a lot left in him.
.
Zuko grimaced and spread his legs. He then runned a hand over his stomach from inside his robe, before going lowering and holding his boys.
Aang gave a decently powered kick, smacking Zuko’s balls against his stomach. Zuko moaned and fell towards the floor, the pain starting to really weigh on him. He didn’t feel so great anymore; he moaned in uncomfortable pain as he rolled onto his side and clutched his balls through his thin pants. His face was morphed with pain as he whined.
“Ahhhh dammnit, this is getting really bad.” Zuko's face was turning red as the pain weighed on him. He wasn't as red as his scar, but you could notice an obvious change.
“Yeah, it really is. You ready to call it quits?” Sokka said, hoping Zuko would agree.
Zuko shook his head and carefully rubbed his strong stomach. The oldest of the 3, his body was the most defined and mature. His strong frame was feeling at the end of it’s line, but he knew he could get up again. He rolled onto his stomach and pulled back, groaning and looking up. “Sokka.”
Sokka groaned and shook his head. “Man, you’re gonna kill me.”
Zuko laughed as he got up and then moaned and stumbled. He stayed on his feet but walked around and breathed out, getting the pain displaced. He lowered his head, hands to his knees and breathed slowly, looking up at Sokka.
Sokka spread his legs and put his hands over his head. He looked sick and Zuko couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for his fellow man.
Zuko stood up, set up his kick and sent a softer one to Sokka, a sign of peace. Sokka grimaced and bent over, grateful for the bone he was thrown.
“Booo! Go harder!” Toph insisted from the sidelines.
“Shut up! This stuff hurts!” Zuko insisted. “Plus, this is meant to be friendly…”
He grimaced and bent over. Aang was clutching his balls and sitting on a leg. He was smiling but massaging his balls through his pants as best he could. The pain was definitely getting to him too.
Sokka was still on his feet, a hand on his knees and the other hand in between his legs. He was pulling and pressing against his tights, getting his balls more room to breathe; but he felt them pressing against his tights. In times like this, he’s grateful for his tunic, because he definitely knows for how sweaty he is right now, his balls would be clear as day against his tights.
“You know, if I was thinking. Anytime we were fighting earlier Zuko, we could’ve just popped you right in the balls and taken you out.” Toph said.
“...Not that easily, kid.” Zuko reflected the comment, shaking his head.
Sokka smiled and nodded in agreement as he recovered. “Actually.” He looked up and nodded a bit. "Toph’s right. Especially if I decided to fight dirty! In the heat of battle, tired from battle and sore… one kick below the belt, Zuko… you would’ve dropped.”
Zuko grimaced. He shook his head, looking away and down.
“I’m not even going that hard… if I wanted to take you out?” Sokka commented. “Boom! Right in the nards! You’d have given up your search right there!”
Zuko grimaced further, feeling a bit sick. He felt like Sokka might’ve had a point. This is friendly and he's already contemplating giving up.
“Haha, I can see it!” Toph said, pushing Zuko a bit. “I think you’re the one taking these the worst so far, Zuko.”
“That’s why he didn’t want to play before, I get it.” Sokka said. Aang laughed with Toph. “Tell you what though. If you say please… I’ll go easy on ya now!” Sokka teased.
Zuko frowned and was hit by a sour wave of nostalgia. He suddenly felt small. With a grimace, he looked up angry and older. “Screw you!”
“Do you really think he’s taking these the worst?” Aang asked, unsure.
“Totally!” Toph agreed. “Which is even more funny, because you’re still recovering from a few days ago.”
“Recovering from Zuko’s dad no less!”
Zuko grimaced and spoke up. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“Alright, alright.” Sokka smiled, as he got himself ready.
Toph smiled as she felt Zuko’s heartbeat rising, his blood pushing harder. She was enjoying this more than she thought she would.
Sokka gave Zuko a substantial kick; the hardest kick so far, which was loud and almost immediately put Zuko on the floor. The kick hit his sore spuds hard and he couldn’t even breath as he fell to his knees. He rolled onto his side and looked up in awe as the pain rolled his eyes. Through watery eyes, he saw Aang smiling and Toph laughing at him. He didn’t hear what she said, but it made everyone laugh. Then he put his head down and felt the familiar pain as his own flashbacks came through. Back to the first time Zuko got kicked in the balls by Azula.
…
“If I win, you abdicate the throne!”
Zuko’s face went flush as he looked at his older sister in awe and concern. His mouth wide open as he stood tongue tied. No, no way he thought to himself. He felt like he was going to faint.
“Azula!” Both parents, Ursa and Ozai, yelled at the same time.
She laughed out loud, “Fine, fine… it’s just a joke, jeez.” She smirked, looking around. She saw how serious her parents’ faces were after that joke, and how scared Zuko was.
“Jeez, it’s just a joke! I don’t even want the stupid throne.”
“T-that’s not a funny joke!” Zuko cried out.
She shrugged. “Depends on from where you’re watching… for me, it was.”
“My princess… one of these days, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” Ozai said, settling into his chair. “Anyways, tell me, what’s the meaning of this.
Azula pointed at Zuko. “This one wanted to get his ass kicked.”
“I don’t, and you won’t!” Young Zuko exclaimed.
“Friendly Agni Kai?” Ozai asked his children. Both nodded, Azula smirking and Zuko angry.
“I don’t know about it being friendly anymore…” Zuko said, upset.
“There, there little brother… I’ll go easy on you if you ask nicely…say please.”
Zuko heard his parents laughing. He looked at them angrily, and he pushed Azula’s hand off him. She used to be so much nicer to him…
“No need to be so serious about it. This is friendly, right?” She continued to tease.
“Alright, no more talking. Begin!” Ozai commanded and the two siblings readied into position.
“Just remember, you two are siblings, okay?” Ursa urged them from a distance. “Go easy on him, Azula.”
“Mom!” Zuko said, getting riled up already.
“Sorry, son! It’s a habit.” She blushed and Azula laughed.
Zuko hated it, but he understands why his mother said it. Recently, Azula’s been really picking on Zuko, which he isn’t used to. She’s gotten very competitive and vengeful; she’s always been competitive, but it feels different now. He doesn’t know if he can trust her.
But he also knows that he’s made great strides recently and Azula doesn’t know about how far he’s come. Of course, he doesn’t know how far Azula’s come either but… he didn’t want to think about that.
“Scared?” Azula said, as the two got into positions again after they were derailed by Mom a minute ago.
Zuko grimaced and replied. “You wish!” And went in for an early fire blast. But it was countered, and thrown to the side. This continued back and forth, until Azula found an opening to fire a strike at Zuko, but Zuko dodged it just in time. He knows his reflexes have gotten faster, and he smiled at Azula’s frown at his dodge. He knows that would’ve hit him not too long ago.
Then the two fired a blast at each other, creating a loud explosion. Zuko stumbled back, almost falling from it. But luckily he didn’t as Azula rushed in through the smoke to take advantage of the confusion.
The two traded physical strikes equally, until Zuko caught Azula from behind and without thinking, as he was tired from the strikes, grabbed her head and put her in a headlock. Azula grunted and struggled, also somewhat tired, and confused by the sudden turn in events.
“Y-You put girls in headlocks, now?” She was struggling to escape and Zuko could hear it. It told him that he made the right move here. “That’s low, even from you…”
“We both know…” Zuko tightened his grip and felt a bolt of courage and inspiration flow through him. “...you’re not just any girl. And you’d do anything to win! So, I will too!” He said, roughing her into the headlock and tried to flip her over. Which he did, but she ended up turning and she fell on her feet again.
“Good try!” She exclaimed as she held onto his arms tightly and used it as a balance to swing her leg up and kick Zuko in the back of his head with the tip of her foot.
This action was enough to force Zuko to shift and loosen his grip just enough for her to twist her head and arms enough to escape and pull Zuko’s arm behind his back at an unnatural angle. Zuko grimaced and held his shoulder, embarrassed at getting countered.
Then, Azula kicked Zuko in the back of his knees, putting him on one leg. “You’re not the only one who learned new stuff, you know? In fact, I invented a new technique…” Azula said proudly, kicking Zuko’s other leg out, forcing him to kneel completely.
“Ugh… n-no way…” Zuko said in shock. “What did you…” He said. A new technique!? How could she… what could it be?
“I call it…” She said in his ear. He looked around and saw the focus on their parent’s faces. His eyes locked with theirs in the vulnerable moment.
“...A hundred years of the dead.” She said, steadying a foot and pushing Zuko down, bending him over more. She used her other foot in a swing and raised it up. All while Zuko was stuck and having no idea what was happening, as he looked to his parents for help.
And then, he felt it. A foot, his sister’s foot, slamming up into his testicles. He felt his balls getting kicked up into his pelvis, and his mouth puckered as it felt like a lightning strike blasted through his body. His eyes went wide and he gasped loudly, before Azula pushed him to the floor and he hit the floor hard. But he didn’t even think about that.
Did she just… he thought to himself. There’s no way this could’ve happened right? But then a pain he never felt before started to explode in him. He gasped out and pulled a hand into his crotch as he looked down, not understanding this pain. The pain pushed up into his stomach, his eyes rolling as the pain lifted up his body as he choked out a pained cry. He pushed his feet into the ground hopelessly.
“Ahhh! OOooo!” He started to squirm as he clenched his body. “It hurts! Ouch, ow, ow!” Zuko cried out as he rolled around and gasped through the pain. He felt warm tears fall down his face as he rolled onto his side. He looked up and saw nothing but pain and tears then closed and rolled around for sometime. He felt the pain in his stomach and couldn’t help but whine on the floor. This was worse than anything he’s felt to this point.
And then finally, on his stomach opened his eyes and saw his parents sitting in their seats, across from him. They made no movements as Azula stepped on him from above, and kept him in place as he held his throbbing testicles, declaring victory over him. He closed his eyes again and begged for the pain and humiliation to be over. He was defeated so easily, and with such embarrassment, in front of his parents by his sister.
…
Zuko opened his eyes again and saw his friends laughing in front of him. This was meant to be friendly… and maybe it still is, but it feels more important than it did a few rounds ago.
Zuko doesn’t know how long he’s been on his knees, but he still felt the fresh pain and embarrassment. He moaned and moved forward, his head towards the floor and breathed out hard.
“I think he’s done! That hit was hard, haha.” Aang said, grimacing a bit and feeling a bit bad for Zuko.
“Yeah, I guess I was right. All it takes is one quality Sokka strike and he wouldn’t be able to get up anymore!”
“Nnnnn…” Zuko moaned from the floor, still in a ball. But he started to stand up, and look ahead. His eyes were watery but he was getting up. Sokka’s eyes went wide.
“Oh, damn… ugh, you don’t have to get up, man. We can call it here…” Sokka said, trying to extend the olive branch and save himself.
“No, I’m fine. Spread your legs.” Zuko said in a hoarser voice than usual, and more serious than before.
Toph laughed under her breath as she watched Zuko get up. She felt the pain in his body and bit her lip. This was getting good now.
Sokka groaned and held his balls in concern. This was getting a bit too much, he thought. He looked at Aang and saw that he was smiling still. At least that’s going well, Sokka thought.
“What’s going on here?”
Sokka turned his head and saw Katara standing across, watching them with a curious expression on her face.
But as he opened his mouth, he felt a loud pressure slam up between his uprights and slam into his body hard. He felt his testicles explode in pain and his eyes crossed. He collapsed onto his knees and curled his body in over the erupting pain in his nethers. He clenched his eyes as the pain rushed through him, grabbing at his balls from outside of thighs and moaning in pain.
“What the hell was that!?” Katara exclaimed getting closer, but getting stopped by Toph.
“They’re doing some stupid bonding ritual. Don’t stop it, it’s hilarious.” Toph said with a smile. Katara was cringing and shaking her head, seeing her brother’s shocked expression, going through the motions she’s seen so many times before.
She looked around and saw Aang awkwardly smiling in this sausage fest. She could tell he was having fun... somehow.
She signed before turning around and said nothing else and walked away. She didn’t have time for this, or want to get involved. She saw Aang smiling, so she figured it was fine. She didn't need to get involved.
Aang laughed once Katara got far enough away and Toph did too. Sokka just whined. Zuko smiled and stayed on a knee.
Sokka was now on his back and slowly moving a hand over his groin and moaning loudly. His leg was shifting and his face was lost in the pain.
“Oh my… God… Katara… unnn…” Sokka whined as he rolled over and cradled his balls with one hand. The tights that were holding his balls were not giving any protection and holding them through the fabric felt weirdly like he wasn’t wearing anything and being held in place at the same time. But the pain was loud regardless. He rolled around and opened his eyes. This was getting really bad.
“I’m… I’m out.”
Zuko laughed and stood up. “Looks like it was you, who would fall after a real kick.” Zuko said. Sokka groaned and looked back at Zuko.
“N-n… nevermind. Let me get up.”
Zuko frowned loudly. “N-no, you can’t! You already gave up!”
“I’ll allow it. If the man wants in, he can get back in.” Toph replied.
“Who made you the one in charge!” Zuko asked angrily. “You don’t even have any… any balls!” Zuko said, embarrassed. His face getting more red as his eyebrows fell.
“Stuff it, Emo-Lord. If Sokka can get up in the next minute, he can give it another go.”
Zuko cringed and hoped that Sokka wouldn’t get up. After 30 seconds on his knees, he started to step up. His hands helped him stay up, and then he pushed up fully before the minute was up. His eyes were watery, and he bent over with his legs spread to give them as much space as possible. He bent low and moaned, keeping himself upright with a hand.
“Zuko… that was a cruel kick. You’re gonna regret it.”
Zuko grunted and shook his head. “It wasn’t even that hard… you just got distracted by your sister! That’s unfair!”
“If it’s unfair, then you deserve to get kicked hard, Sparky!” Toph exclaimed. “Man up and take the kick to the balls. Cry after if you need to.”
Zuko cringed and held his balls in concern. He genuinely was worried if he could even take another. He looked up at Sokka in concern and saw him staring at him, breathing hard and legs spread wide. His hands were on his knees, and Zuko reached out a hand to Sokka.
“Sorry for kicking you with your head turned… let’s keep this friendly.”
Sokka looked at Zuko’s hand for a good few moments. Then he raised a hand up and smacked it with limited energy.
“Once you take this kick… then, we can shake on it.” Sokka said.
Aang was watching intently; this turned from a 3-way into a pretty clear grudge match. He wonders who’s gonna win.
He swallowed hard and watched closely. Zuko opened his legs and folded his hands behind his head. He breathed out and nodded, knowingly. He closed his eyes and convinced himself this is what needs to happen. It sucks, but it’s also right and he will need to be able to handle this if he wants to get stronger. He still needs to confront his father, afterall.
Sokka readied up, and swung a hard kick between Zuko’s legs. It was harder than anyone expected considering how weak Sokka looked. When he swung, it felt like his leg accelerated on its own and the loud impact with Zuko’s testicles was clear as day. Zuko’s legs closed around Sokka’s leg and fell forward without any hesitation.
This pain was unreal for Zuko. His eyes rolled as he rolled towards his back and stretched his body out, before rolling back in. Then out again, helpless to resist the pushes and pulls of the pain he was experiencing. It almost looked like he was seizing, but then he moved a leg over and distinctly made it clear that the pain in his testicles was the sole cause of his actions. He rolled onto his stomach, tightened a fist and started coughing loudly. One hand was cupping his balls and Aang started to cringe.
“This has to be it, right?” He asked aloud.
“I hope so…” Sokka moaned, as he rested on a knee and pulled his body back. Then he curled onto both knees and rested his head on the floor.
Toph smirked. “Maybe. Let’s see.” Toph quietly listened to Zuko’s body through the ground and tried to decipher it. Her eyes raised as she watched him carefully.
He was groaning and moaning on the floor, writhing in agony as he continued to feel excruciating pain. It was a burning, deep pain inside his core; it reminded him, in some ways, of his desire to earn his honor back and return back home. But this pain was so much more… sick and cruel. Debilitating. The pain before motivated him. This pain was breaking down his will to move. The pain before made him want to scream. And this pain, did a few kicks ago… but now it makes him want to throw up.
But nonetheless, he started to get to his knees and grunt as he strained. Sokka and Aang watched, unsure what they were seeing. But Toph felt his motivation against all odds. She smiled, knowing there was more to this.
“Ugh… I’m going to be sick…” Zuko said, resting his cheek on the floor. His hair over his eyes and his scar clear as day. He breathed in, accidentally swallowing some dirt and coughed more. He hacked it out, messy on the floor as he moaned and pushed himself up. Sokka whined out.
“No, no. I’m done, what are you doing dude!?” Sokka asked and exclaimed in shock.
“I… I’m going to win this. Spread them, Sokka.” Zuko groaned, his legs twisted inwards and face full with a sick expression.
Sokka whimpered and started to get up. He didn’t understand how Zuko was still going. But he knows he needs to take this kick; you give, what you take.
Zuko now reached out his hand to Sokka and Sokka looked at it, taking it firmly. The two steadied each other and locked eyes with one another. It was in this moment, that Zuko knew that Sokka was going to lose. Sokka didn’t have anymore stakes in this. But, in Sokka's eyes, Zuko saw that he earned more respect from him. The bond between them growing, as did the deep, guttural pain in their lower midsection.
“Awww… brings a tear to your eye.” Toph said.
There was a tear in Sokka’s eye as he spread his legs and held his arms over his head. HIs body was already almost limp and he felt too weak to move anymore. He closed his eyes and accepted his defeat.
“You know… I definitely would’ve won at nutball.” He said with a smile.
Toph and Aang smiled too, as Zuko reared his foot back and put everything in him, for one more kick on Sokka. The kick struck cleanly between Sokka’ spread legs, lifting him slightly off the floor and then forcing Sokka straight to the floor.
Sokka immediately fell into a ball and didn’t move for a few moments. And then he groaned and twisted. He started to cough loudly, as he pulled his hands to his groin and cupped his balls as best he could. He bypassed his tunic and held his tights straight, with his tunic over his body because of the way he’s turned his body around. As Sokka pressed on his tights, everyone could see his tights wrinkle around the sore sack of meat between Sokka’s legs. His eyes then went wide as his mouth opened and he dry heaved. Sokka closed his mouth tightly and tensed as he felt bile rise, but he swallowed it. It burned his throat as he cried out, coughing and had some burn down his lips as he drooled on the floor. His eyes closed as he curled his legs up, clutching his balls and had his face digging into the floor.
“Alright… I think that means Captain Boomerang isn’t coming back around this time… winner, Zuko!” Toph said, getting to her knees.
Zuko looked up, eyes dragging and mouth open, his face full of sweat and hair wet. He looked far from a winner. He felt far from one too.
“No…” Zuko said. “...Aang is still in. Aang, it’s your turn.” He said, spreading his legs wide.
Aang’s eyes opened wide and he shook his head. “No, no! I mean… you can’t take any more. You’re good, Zuko.”
“Okay… then let me kick you.” Zuko said, closing his legs and prompting Aang. Toph laughed and pushed Aang.
“Go on, twinkletoes. Give him what you got. Don’t tell me you’re chicken!?”
“I-I’m not… but…” Aang looked at Zuko and thought about this. He thought about the amount of pain he’s in and how he knows he should end this here. But he also knows that he’s hanging with his bro’s right now… and this isn’t just about pain or anything. This is about honor and competition. He’s the Avatar and it’s his responsibility to step up to the challenge and do what needs to be done.
He breathed out, closed his eyes and spread his legs. He raised his pants up, and tensed his feet as he continued to breathe.
“Kick me, when you’re ready.” Aang said seriously.
He continued his breathing techniques, trying to meditate as an incoming kick made its way to its destination. Zuko stood up as he could, prepared his kick and went between Aang’s legs with a kick as hard as he could muster. It lifted Aang up, but he kept his eyes closed as it hit. He tensed as his legs closed together and he tried to keep his face straight. But tears started to form in the corner of his eyes as his hands struggled not to reach down. But Aang found it pointless to fight and let go all at once and fell to his knees, hands going straight in.
“Ooooo… my baaallllss… oh noo, nooo…” Aang moaned, as he rolled onto his side and had a leg up as he clutched his balls through his pants. His eyes were still closed as he clenched his mouth as he pulled his leg over further, which in turn pulled his other leg out. Then he grimaced as a wave of pain landed in his stomach, and he forced himself to hold his stomach in pain. Toph could see his balls through his pants, as he was just forming the shape of his pants around his balls as he held them, but after letting go, there was nothing to cover the view. Toph smiled and shook his head.
“I’ll never understand boys. But you gotta love them.”
Aang then rolled onto his stomach and coughed out, in great pain. He remembers this pain from before, but now it feels so much more… understandable. It’s still beyond his ability to realistically tackle, but it’s not so confusing. He knows that this is just a part of life. It’s what he needs to handle, deal with and deal too, if he’s going to be the strongest bender and keep the peace between the tribes. This is the kind of pain that would make people play nice to avoid.
Even as the pain wrecks his body, and makes him curl up, kick his feet and whine, he just has to be okay with it. He can either laugh or cry about it; and if he can help it, he’s going to try to laugh.
Aang tried to laugh through the pain, but then it weighed down his mind and body, turning his laugh into a moan and cry. Aang then realized, if he can’t always laugh about it, then he needs to be okay with crying. And as he opened his eyes and saw the fuzzy blocks of his friend’s form around him. Aang realized, despite the intense pain that made him want to curl up and cry, that it’s okay. It’s okay to want to cry and make people want to cry sometimes. Especially when he’s around the bro’s. It’s okay to laugh, and it’s okay to cry.
Aang coughed and rubbed his eyes as he rolled onto his knees. He curled over his body, leaned in and out, pushing his body in motion as the pain was deep inside his body. One hand went between his legs to cradle his sore balls as he rocked back and forth.
“Avatar… do you give up?”
Aang looked up at Zuko, looking at him with a concern in his eyes. Aang tried to decipher what that look in Zuko’s eye was. It wasn’t just concern. It was yearning, and a hand. It was telling. And desperation.
Aang shook his head and started to stand up. He pulled part of his attire off, and now only had pants on. Zuko nodded and did the same; he also now only had pants on.
Aang then bent over and stood in the pain for a couple more minutes. He was breathing hard and flexing his muscles. Zuko stood with his legs spread, also controlling his breathing and waiting for Aang to prepare himself. He was doing his own flexing; the two across from each other, sweating hard and flexing their bodies in the quiet, tense moment.
“Unnnnggghh… mmmm.I can’t believe you two are still going.” Sokka groaned from the floor. He was also breathing heavily. “You two… are really something else.”
“Thanks…” Aang said. “This… this was important. Thank you, Sokka. Zuko. Thank you, too.”
Zuko nodded and raised his strong body. He flexed and then raised his arms over his head. His sweaty body glistened as he loosened his muscles and closed his eyes. “Avatar...” Zuko wanted to say something and opened his eyes. As she stared at Aang, he saw the Avatar nod and realized nothing needed to be said. Zuko firmed and nodded his head.
Toph smiled at the ridiculousness of this, but touched by the sincerity. Feeling their heartbeat and reading into their tensions and bodies. She sat up and crossed her legs. She was ready for this final kick.
Avatar Aang spread his legs out, put a foot back and breathed out, pulled his tightened fists back and breathed in. He then breathed out, looking at Zuko and confirmed that he was ready. The two shared a stare and saw much in each other. They remembered in a flash, all they’ve been through and both nodded firmly. This wasn’t the end; but this was something important for the both of them. This was brotherhood.
Aang pulled his leg, and his arms, then yelled out as he struck Zuko with one final kick. This kick lifted Zuko up off the floor, his body lifted with the kick. You could see Zuko’s bulge flatten against his body and press out above Aang’s barefoot as it slammed up into him. His arms went in and his eyes were closed, his mouth let out spit as his head rocked inwards and he fell to the floor with a thud.
Zuko shook and stuttered on the floor, moaning out and groaning in pain. His face was a morphed mask of agony and futility, trying to push back on the pain but it overwhelmed him. His eyes went wide and he truly saw how far he’s gotten pushed today, and how deep he’s in it right now. His eyes rolled as his throat lurched, and he started to heave on the floor. He coughed violently and curled up. His neck was veiny and his body was ripped with pain, tense from agony. He rolled onto his back, ragged breaths as he looked up and twisted his legs around. He pulled a hand down and clutched his throbbing, bruised testicles and yelled out weakly. Then louder, and screamed at the time of his lungs. Then his screaming turned to crying as he rolled onto his stomach and started coughing violently again. He lurched, his elbows deep in his stomach as he opened his mouth, trying to push something out. His eyes rolled as he tried but his body gave in. He held his head in resignation as he coughed once more and spurted something out. It stained his pants as he fell on his back and breathed harshly, desperate for relief.
“Oh God… Twinkletoes, you killed him.”
Aang sighed and got to a knee. He put his head to the ground and sensed the bonds of everyone around. He felt everyone through the ground and looked up in resignation. Sokka was curled on his side and breathing slowly. He was trying to get comfortable, but the look on his face said that wasn’t going to happen.
“Sokka… you were right. This was good for us. I get it now… I really do.” Aang said, sitting back and clutching his balls, finally able to relax. Then the pain washed over him as his eyes bugged out as he breathed out harshly. He rolled onto his back and kept his legs up. He looked down and saw Zuko sobbing gently into the floor. Pain was clear on his face and in his body, but he had no more energy to move.
Aang rolled over, and approached Zuko. He put his head on Zuko’s body and breathed heavily.
“You… you are an honorable, and powerful friend, Zuko. Thank you. You should be proud.”
Zuko’s face clenched as his sobbing softened. He kept it in and breathed in rhythm with the Avatar. Clutching his manhood, waves of pain smashing into his powerful, determined and exiled. Zuko breathed out as he began to accept more than just the pain stemming from between his legs.
He rolled his balls in his hands, shifted his legs and let himself settle in. He realized it was okay to cry too
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