SuperSons - Part 2: Training and Lesson's Learned

Here is Part 2! Thank you again to my anonymous friend who wrote the first one. I wouldn't have written this without his inspiration and help!

Part 1: So Much for Superboy

 

Damian’s mind raced the entire night and considered how he could best help his young friend. Undoubtedly, this is a sensitive topic in more ways than one. After a kick and a punch, back to back yesterday, Jon was out of commission and needed to be taken care of and carried to his bed. Damian realized how easy it might be for a villain to do that to Jon, which is certainly a bad thing; Jon isn’t used to taking damage and if he can be defeated so easily and the bad guys learned that… it wouldn’t be good.

Damian thought and thought, and considered if he should really wait and talk about it with Jon tomorrow. One side of him knows that playing soft and nice is exactly the type of training that would lead Jon to getting taken advantage of; and since he knows now, that he isn't as "Super" as his dad, it's extra important to compensate for that. But at the same time, Damian knows that Jon's his friend and he shouldn't push him to do anything he's not comfortable with. Damian pondered for some time, but decided that he'll decide tomorrow after seeing how Jon is in the morning. After all, Damian knows what makes him such a prodigy is his flexibility and intellect. There's no reason to decide now, what could be wrong tomorrow.
 
Damian let his mind wander and drifted to sleep without any trouble.


Damian woke up, shaking his head, groaning and stretching out in his sleeping back with an “R” on it. His soft, smooth and trained arms stretched out, pulling their sinew to their maximum as he turned his head and slowly opened his eyes. Jon was sitting up in his bed, wearing his Superman pajamas and crossing his legs as he yawned out. He groaned lightly, bent over slightly and pulled a hand down to his package and rearranged. Damian could see the discomfort on Jon’s face as he went through his motions. Damian started to remember everything he thought about before he fell asleep. 

 
 “Damiaan… ugh. I’m still sore…” Jon grimaced as he stood up. Damian’s eyes followed Jon's body, and saw stuff shift in his pajamas as he stood up.

“Your nuts?” Damian asked with a smirk on. Damian himself started to get out of his sleeping bag. He still had on his black tank top and shorts. He pulled his shorts down a bit as Jon groggily approached him. Wide open, Damian noticed. A bit careless, considering what they both learned yesterday.
 

 “Yeaahh.” Jon’s eyes closed as he thoughtlessly rearranged himself and tried to relieve some pressure on himself. “It was really rough. I’m still sore.” Jon then yawned as he stretched up and reached out high, clasped his hands together as his fingers interlocked and he bent his back outwards, pushing his body closer to Damian. His shirt pulled up over him, revealing some skin as he started to wake up for the day. “I don't know aboOUU–”

Damian sprung into action, seeing a learning opportunity. The bump in Jon's thin pajamas was inviting and aimed his strike right underneath it. His fingers snapped loose, and his knuckles dug into Jon's soft pajamas, successfully and optimally sacktapping Jon. This would be the third time within 12 hours his balls got hit, and Damian was starting to intimately understand the shape and size of his best friend. 

 

Damian immediately assessed and felt pride in his strike. It was a bit mean, but it wasn't hard. It was designed to remind, not maim. They had to train later after-all.

The hit was clean but not very loud on impact; just a light but wet thud resulted from the bone on testicle impact. It gave Damian some pride in his execution. He couldn't have asked for much better as Jon immediately doubled over and reacted sharply. Superboy's eyes were bugging out as he reeled and pulled his lips back as he bumped back against his bed, knees crossed and letting out a sharp breath as his eyes rolled. 

 

"Oooo nooo, noo..." Jon groaned, his face twisting and strong body collapsed to the floor head down to his knees. He was sucking through his teeth and sounded like he were touching something hot, then he started to feel sick.

 

"Aiii...oOoOooo…Damiaaann... whyyy... oooohh..." Jon looked up to make eye contact with his friend, and Damian saw the hurt on his face. Part of Damian regretted what he did. Another part of Damian felt that this was important for both of them.
 

"You have to be prepared for attacks like that. Especially now that you know how much it hurts."
 

"It hurts a looot..." Jon groaned, curling up over his knees and clutching his plums desperately. "Ngh...I feel sick." Damian sighed and leaned towards his friend, rubbing his back. It's the least Damian could do right now. 

 

"You'll be fine. But we have to practice and work on this more later, okay? You can't act like this if the bad-guys go low on you."
 

Jon groaned and looked up. He sighed in resignation. "Yeah, I know... but drat. Why couldn't I have invulnera-balls like my Dad... this sucks."
 

"Being a human is tough." Damian said, patting Jon's back harder and standing up, prompting Jon to get up too. Damian helped pull Jon up by keeping a hand under his pit and his stomach too. "But, if you're going to do the job, you have to do the work. You already have an advantage over everyone else. Now you just have to work for it too."
 

Jon groaned. He didn't like how this felt, but he knew Damian was right. He just wishes it didn't have to feel so bad. It was more than just his balls now, it was this swirling pressure that was both sharp and dull at the same time. It made his stomach churn.
 

"I gotta go to the bathroom... ugh, it feels like they're bleeding." Jon whined, standing up straight. "And please, don't do that again. We'll train later tonight, okay?"
 

Damian smiled. "Good. And don't worry, I won't do that again. At least, not until tonight."
 

Jon looked at Damian from the corner of his eyes. Jon's eyes were shifty and nervous.
 

Damian smiled and rubbed his head. "I'm not a villain, but I want you to always be ready. You need to be at your best, Jon."
 

"I can't be at my best if you're killing me... maybe since the rest of my body is so strong, my nuts are like, extra sensitive or something..." Jon said bending over and resting on the bed again.

 

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. What matters is learning how to defend ourselves and adjusting to our new knowledge. 

 

"You're right. It's just... hard not to think about." 

 

Damian watched Jon adjust himself and start to improve. He sighed and thought that there really might be some work to do today. Jon is a good kid, but he has a lot to learn and a lot of room to grow. 

"Well, you're gonna have a lot to think about when you pick up a controller. I'm going to be playing a lot of Johnny Cage today. In the name of both mental warfare and mental fortitude!"

 

The Super Sons spent the rest of the day messing around, playing video games and having a good time. They jumped from game to game, enjoying the competition the other provided. Jon put the pain he was feeling away as time went on, and eventually forgot about it. But every now and then, Johnny or Cassie Cage would hit an iconic move, forcing Jon to remember and wonder. Was Damian serious about them training later? Can he even handle this? Jon was serious when he said it last night, but as the day went on, he really wanted to just have a good time and not spend the night in any more pain. They always work so hard, a day of relaxation can't be that bad, can it?

Not to mention, the pain was different than other pains he's felt. He's gotten affected by Kryptonite before, and it felt like that, but sicker and deeper. And more localized too. Kryptonite feels like his body's getting weaker, everything is more sluggish and an indescribable sense of vulnerability that he usually doesn't feel. But after getting hit in the balls, that same sense of vulnerability is there, but it's so much louder and deeper. His body is weak and he feels helpless, but there's this screaming, sickening pain radiating in waves from his testicles. It's as if the kryptonite was inside him, and are somehow directly connected to his nervous system; which in a way, might actually be the case. 

 

In short, Jon just didn't want to feel his only weakness getting used against him. He knows that he can't always protect it, and he trusts Damian to help him. But he just doesn't want to be in that kind of pain ever again.
 
Damian on the other hand, had himself set on training. Of course, he was having fun playing around but he kept track of the time and thought about how long training would be. Would they be sparring, or would they work on "conditioning?" Did Jon want to go somewhere specific for the training or stay in their room? Damian put off the question until he knew he had to figure that out if they were going to spend the night wisely; especially if the night ends with him having to coddle Jon again. Which he didn't mind, but he had to be reasonable and assess the situation, given his current information. They have a set schedule for tomorrow, after-all.
 

"Jon, have you given any more thought about training? It might be a good idea to wrap up this beatdown soon, you know."
 

"Beatdown? What game are you playing? I've won the last 5 matches!"
 

"Yeah, because I've been going easy on you. Didn't want you to get beat in game and in sparring or anything. If you actually wanted to spar, that is..."
 

Jon looked at Damian and put the controller down. He laid back and sighed. He thought about the pain he felt last night, and this morning... it made him shiver. He pulled his hand down to the mound of his pajamas and pulled on it gently.
 

Damian was studying Jon's body expressions and saw the cold feet developing. Damian grimaced before Jon even opened his mouth.

"Mmm... Damian... do we have to do it tonight? I-"
 
"You were the one who asked me to help you with this."
 
"I know, but... it just hurts so bad and-"
 
"Isn't that why we need to work on it? If it happens-"
 
"I know, I know. If Amazo or Lobo comes around I need to make sure they can't use it against me. I get it."

“You're right. And it's why we need to practice. Tonight's our last free night, tonight is the best time to practice. We're both going to be on patrol soon and we have school work to catch up on."
 
Jon sighed. He held his boys in his hands, like it would be the last time he could do that.
 
"Plus, it's not like I'm going to destroy them. I'm not sure if I actually could... although if they're more like humans than Kryptonian testicles, then I could. But that would require further testing and we're just training."
 
Jon felt his balls curl inwards as he listened to his best friend continue to talk about destroying testicles. He cringed and shook his head. He started to feel sick again, like his weakness was twisting his stomach around. Like a wet towel, wrenched until there was nothing left.
 
Damian could see how sick Jon was feeling. He compromised. "Tell you what. You won't have to take any more hits below the belt than you want, alright?" Damian said, smiling and reaching out to Jon.
 
"Mmm… ugh." That wasn't a bad idea Jon thought, but he still didn't feel right about it. "That's not going to fix the issue... Isn’t there anything else? Like a cup?” Jon’s eyes went wide with the good idea. “I should totally wear a cup! Doesn’t your dad and Dick wear one? You were talking about it yesterday, right?”

Damian groaned. “Yeah, I did and they do… but Father was never agile enough and Dick likes how it emphasizes his stuff. I bet he thinks girls like it. But it just gets in the way, honestly. Constricts your movements.” The Boy Wonder grumbled.

Jon grimaced. “I guess… but it makes getting hit down there hurt less, right?”

Damian sighed. “Yes… but it’s not perfect.”

Jon got up and went into his closet. “Let’s give it a try! Dad got me one for little league, he said he wanted me to fit in so he got me one! He told me I didn’t need it, but it looks like I do.” Jon said, pulling it out and looking at it like it’s a holy grail. He placed it over his groin to get a feel for it.

“You want to put it on underneath-”

“I know! I was just checking it out.” Jon said, looking at it and twisting it around.

“You should probably wear-”

“Damian, I’m fine! I need to make sure it’s tight on me but fits, I get it.” Jon said, shaking his head. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

Damian huffed. “Fine, Superboy. Get ready and let’s test that thing out.”


As Damian cleaned up the floor, Jon put the cup underneath his tight underwear and changed out of his Pajamas. He put on jeans which were ripped above the knees, with another rip by his inner thigh. His jeans weren’t too tight, but were stretched with the cup between his legs; it was obvious there was something down there to protect him. A prominent, hard bulge was sticking out between Jon's thighs; he smacked the front of the cup with his knuckles, a hollow knocking echoing in the room. Jon stood proud of his new protection with his legs spread and a happy smile on. Damian looked bored and ready to go.

“You ready to go?” Damian asked.

“Absolutely! Now that I’m protected, I feel much better!”

Damian smirked at Jon with a knowing smile. A smile that said he couldn’t wait to prove Jon wrong.

“Sure. Think that. Let’s see how well you’re able to move around. You ready to train?” Damian said, shifting around in his black shorts and loosening up.

Jon smirked and got in position. He stretched a bit, then moved a hand down to his cup and adjusted it. Then he nodded. “Any rules?”

“Yeah. Don’t let me hit you.”

Damian moved in quickly and threw a combination of strikes at Jon, which Jon was able to block without much issue, except for the last one which was a surprise low kick to the thigh. The kick made a loud impact but not much of a noticeable reaction from Jon. Just a nod. He's Super durable everywhere except for his balls, afterall.

“Good one. Your turn!”

Jon returned his own combination of strikes to Damian, with less expertise, a lot of power held back and a little less flexibility than usual. Damian swayed to the side of one of Jon’s strikes, kicked the inside of Jon’s knee to bend him inwards then pushed his head away in disrespect and emphasis.

Damian smirked as he backed up, a thumb running across his lips as he hopped on one foot and then the other. Jon stood up and felt like Damian was playing with him and squared up, not wanting to let him get the better of him again.

Jon yelled out and went for another strike but Damian easily ducked it by dodging inwards and rammed his knee into Jon’s groin from the front. Jon’s eyes went wide as he felt the hard pressure slam into his cup and he bent over in fear of what will happen next. Damian then pushed down on Jon’s head and tripped his feet easily to put him to the floor. Damian stepped back, did a backflip in the process, then awaited Jon to recover with his legs crossed, applesauce.

Jon pulled a hand to his groin in concern and anticipation but the pain never really traveled too far. He moaned lightly as he pushed on his cup, but the pain was just a light, dull ache that stayed confined to his cup. Compared to the previous damage to this region, which felt like a supernova going off between his legs, this was very relieving. When Jon realized that was it he sighed in relief and looked up with a smile.

“It barely hurt!”

“Yeah, but you still got hit. Cup’s are also designed to be most effective from the front; any hits from the side or underneath are still going to hurt.”

Jon frowned. “Eh, that impact felt pretty protected. I think this cup is better than you think.”

“You think I’m lying to you?” Damian asked, annoyed.

“I wouldn’t say that. I just think you think you know more than you do.” Jon said with a shrug.

Damian grimaced. “Big words coming from you, Jon. Let’s see about that.” Damian said, getting in a more serious position.

“Hey, I don’t mean anything by it! But if you kneed me that hard earlier, I’d still be on the floor. But now!” Jon said, as he went for a leaping super-punch to catch Damian off guard, but Damian easily dodged Jon’s leaping punch.

Using our powers, huh? Damian thought to himself as he gracefully dodged to the side.

“Now, I’m ready for some action!” Jon said as he ungracefully went in for some more strikes. Damian dodged with ease with an annoyed look on his face.

“Take this seriously!” He said angrily.

“I am!” Jon said, not tightening up his strikes. He went for a high roundhouse kick to Damian’s head, which Damian caught easily.

Jon was now straddled in the air, imbalanced and as Damian raised and pushed his hand up, stretching Jon out and making him yelp out as he put his hands to the floor to keep himself from falling.

Holding one of Jon’s ankles, Damian saw Jon’s cup pressing against his jeans clearly and smirked. The boy prodigy twisted his leg in, kept his toes loose as he sprung his leg out with his powerful thigh muscles and slammed the heel of his barefoot into Jon’s cup.

"UNGH!" Jon yelled out and immediately felt the bottom of his cup getting slammed into his balls with force. It felt like his cup tried to escape his briefs from the force of Damian's kick, dragging up and slamming into his stomach almost. But as his leg was taken out from him and he fell to the floor, he felt the cup slam back into position. Jon's blue eyes crossed as he hit the floor and started to feel an ache in his stomach. 

 

"Nnnn! Ugghhh! Uuhhhhh.."

 
Damian still had his hand on his friend's ankle as Jon fell towards the floor and hit hard. Damian had an opening to strike his cup once again from behind, clearly seeing the target between Jon’s legs, chest on the floor. But Damian hesitated. He smirked as he saw Jon cover his cup with both hands then let go of his foot, allowing Jon to bring both legs together, his fingers barely visible through his clenched legs.

Jon whined out on the floor, rocking back and forth and clutching his cup tightly. Inside his cup, pain was exploding in dull, reaching waves of aches, loud moans escaping. A weak grimace pained Jon's young, dashing face as he shifted, moving a hand up to his stomach and pressed down on his groin from above. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his eyes bugged and crossed.

“What happened? I thought you were protected?”

“...UunNGh! It really... really hurts… nnnnnn…”

Damian nodded. “Still think I don’t know what I’m talking about?” Damian asked.

Jon groaned in defeat. “Oooo… nooo… oohhhh… nnnugh.” Jon said, shifting around and going back on his stomach, legs stretched and one hand clutching his cup, the other over his head. His hand was holding his hair, clutching as he pulled on it to try and move past the pain. 

 

"Ahh... it still hurts. My... my nuts. Mmphf!"

Then Jon rolled onto his back and tried to stifle his moans. He pulled his legs up, knees to his head, pushed back further, breathing out. He did this motion back and forth a couple times, before he put hands behind his head and did a kip-up. He landed but stumbled, wincing and pushing on his cup before he fell to a knee. He looked weak as he collected himself. 

 

"Feeling better now?" Damian asked. Jon seems to be responding better to the pain than before, even though he's still recovering.

 

"It still hurts a lot... but the cup helps." Jon smiled as he stood back up. “Okay. Let’s get back to it.” 

 
Damian nodded. “Take this seriously. Don’t waste my time, I don’t need to practice on how to abuse children who don’t know how to protect themselves.”

Jon winced at Damian's attitude and played defensively as Damian surrounded him. Jon didn't want to make a mistake and had his hands up and loose, shifting around nervously as Damian walked around him. Damian went for some feints to gauge Jon’s movements, to see where his faults lied. Damian noticed that Jon’s hands being high left him open. They were loose, but not loose enough.

Damian sighed and went straight for it, a quick snap kick to the groin that Jon somehow didn’t see coming. Damian’s hard barefoot slammed up into Jon’s cup, lifting it up clearly; you could see the shape of the cup rise up in Jon’s jeans as the kick rose up. Damian stepped back after the kick and watched Jon fall to the floor.

“You were wide open, Jon! The point of this training is to focus on your defense! Your balls are weak, you have to protect them!” Damian said, a bit annoyed. The entire point of this was for Jon to learn how to protect his balls, and he let a straight, clear kick to the groin knock him down.

Jon was on his knees, not moving as his forehead was on the floor. Legs were tight together as he clutched his groin. After a few moments, he moaned out, stretching his body out and starting to shift back and forth. He didn’t say anything, only letting out groans and heavy breaths. Damian rolled his eyes as Jon rolled onto his side, his face red and writhing before he began coughing. He pulled a hand to his stomach and pressed his hand against his taut stomach.

“Ooooo… ngh. I feel sick.”

“You should. You suck.”

“Noo, I mean… it hurts so bad… I feel like throwing up... they're in my stomach.” Jon whined, rolling towards his stomach carefully, his face a mask of pain as he pulled a hand back to his groin-covered cup.

“Pffft. Yeah. Your testicles are filled with millions of pain receptors. And since your testicles descended from your stomach, there are a lot of shared receptors."

Jon pushed a hand down to his thigh, the skin showing from the hole being covered. He winced. “Ahhh… it buurns.”

“Yes it does. I bet you’re wondering why it hurts in your thigh too. And maybe elsewhere?”

Jon groaned in agreement. He got to his knees and started to take loud breaths.

“There’s so many receptors down there that the pain sometimes travels and makes new connections. Also, sometimes the brain can misfire and tell you it hurts elsewhere too. And since there's a lot of receptors, and many are connected to your stomach,  it's also why you get nauseous and have trouble focusing. And why it feels like they're in your stomach. But they're not. They're still in your scrotum."

“Oohhh… cool.” Jon said, looking up with a sick expression. His eyes were blinking and mouth was open as he breathed slowly, wincing from the pain before grunting and lowering his head. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” The pain was getting worse for Jon. The previous kick was okay, but getting hit again, just makes it all so much worse.

“You need to learn how to defend yourself before we stop today.” Damian insisted.

“Ugh…This is worse than Kryptonite... is this how you learned to defend yourself?”

Damian chuckled. “I didn’t need to do this. But yes, best way is to learn through practice.”

“Mmm… does it hurt you to get hit in the… the nuts like this, too?”

Damian shrugged. “It hurts everyone. But I’ve never been hit down there.” Damian said, feeling a little self conscious but not wanting it to show. He made sure Jon wasn’t looking before he pulled on his shorts, readjusting a bit. Once he saw Jon open his eyes he let go and looked elsewhere.

“You never got hit in the nuts… how do you know so much about it?”

“Because I’m a genius! I’m the perfect son. And I’m trying to help you! Get up and let’s keep on practicing. Let me give you some tips.”

Damian shared some fighting tips with Jon to make sure he’s protecting everything he needs to be; maximize his defense and minimize his effort. Focus on what matters the most, and never lose focus, even after a perceived victory.

Once Jon recovered, Damian made sure Jon was able to enact his advice before they began training again.

“You ready?”

Jon nodded, looking more serious. He had a hand high and low, loose and ready to protect himself.

“Don’t forget. If I punch you in the face, it’s okay. But if I kick you in the balls, that could be a problem.”

Jon nodded, and dodged a flurry of Damian’s high strikes without much issue. Then when Damian went low, he absorbed the strikes that weren’t targeting his vulnerables, and when one was, he caught it, pushed in and tripped Damian’s leg. Damian hit the ground with a loud thud and a smile.

“There we go!” Damian said, proud.

Jon laughed overhead. “Heck yeah! Haha!” Jon pumped his fist.

Damian looked up at the celebrating Jon. He couldn't help but smile at Jon's innocence, but he didn't let himself get sidetracked. “Jon! Remember what I said?” Damian asked with a questioning glare.

Jon twisted his head as he looked down at Damian. Damian started to clutch his fist, and Jon's eyes went open as he realized his vulnerability. Somebody underneath him has perfect access to a crippling low blow, so Jon sent a hand low to his unmentionables. Damian laughed lightly.

“Good! Next time, I won’t remind you.”

Jon nodded seriously, but didn’t see Damian’s leg coming in from around and smack into his stomach with the heel of his foot. Jon stumbled back, not in much pain but recognizing the force. He stretched his legs a bit, his jeans finishing above his knees and smooth calves for all to see. His feet were getting a bit dirty, but he’s a kid after all. Dirty feet aren't out of the ordinary.

Damian swung up and shifted around expertly. His shorts were soft and swaying, his body flowing naturally with his movements. He was still young, but he was healthy and developing. His shorts bobbed with weight, shifting was clear at moments and his arms were tight with power. Sinewy, young arms that packed a hell of a punch and loose, educated and powerful legs that kept his body moving and healthy. Damian was a prodigy for a reason. He smiled like he knew why and grimaced knowing he was always right. He was cocky and had every right to be. 

 
Damian went in for a flurry of strikes and Jon tried to dodge and block the important ones, but a few strikes hit his stomach, which weighed on Jon a bit. More than usual, he realized. Maybe there was something to his thoughts earlier, that his testicles are kind of like Kryptonite to him. 

 

But thankfully, body shots weren't that bad; but Damian did notice it. Jon was more affected than he usually would be, despite his best efforts. Damian Wayne stored this knowledge away for the time being.

The two continued at a smooth pace until Jon went in for his own strike on Damian, which Damian wasn’t expecting. The strike was aimed at Damian’s midsection, and hit the prodigy cleanly, knocking the breath out of him. Damian grunted out, doubling up and losing his sense of self for a moment. Jon immediately saw the opening and pushed in and grabbed Damian by the stomach in a gut wrench and lifted him up, then flipped and dropped him down to the ground with a soft thud.

“Booyah! Gotcha!” Jon cheered over Damian. "Powerbooomb!" 

 
Damian groaned on the floor, groggy and holding his hurt stomach and head as he looked up and saw Jon standing over him proudly. Jon’s proud smile broke into a nervous grin, standing over Damian. Jon reached out a hand in solidarity. 

 

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have slammed you on the floor. But I didn't drop you hard... did I?"

Damian groaned, not particularly enjoying this. But he begrudgingly accepted the hand and got pulled up. Immediately, Damian backed away and got back into training position. 

 

"It wasn't hard, was it?"

 

"Of course not. We've both been through worse and done better."

“Come on! That was pretty good, you gotta admit!” Jon said.

 

“You left yourself open again. Don’t do that, or you will regret it.”

Jon groaned and got back into position. “Party pooper.”

 

“We’re here to help you protect yourself; not for you to get cool moves in. Remember that.” Damian said as he went back in, in a harsher flurry of strikes, which Jon barely kept up with.

The final strike was a knee destined for Jon’s groin, but Jon’s hand smacked the leg in time and pushed it down. Damian stumbled, not expecting Jon to be so quick, and Jon flew back in to hit Damian with a one two; one to the stomach then one at his forehead. Damian’s head flew back at the combo and looked dazed. Jon immediately went in to grab Damian.
 

“Sorry Damian! Are you okay!?” He asked, holding Damian’s arm and hip with tenderness, making sure Damian kept his balance.
 

Damian grimaced as he raised his knee hard up and into Jon's cup, causing Jon to raise slightly and causing him to cry out. Damian then jammed a hard elbow into Jon’s stomach hard and as he moved so quickly, swung his hand down into his cup with force before Jon could protect himself. The cup created a loud thud to echo, Jon just barely able to keep up with what was being forced upon him. Damian was not finished yet. 

 
Damian followed this up with a rising kick to Jon, hitting him cleanly and swinging him back up before he could curl over, like he instincts asked him too.  This kept Jon open for Damian to strike Jon’s stomach again, then went to his leg, forcing Jon onto a knee. Jon was recovering and unable to catch up with everything. He was woozy from the two attacks to his cup. He felt slow and aching. The knee was much worse than the slap, but his nuts were sensitive from the knee, thus making the slap much worse. He was disoriented, sick and rocked. He was struggling to stop from being helpless. 

From there, Damian swung with a yell, throwing a knee into Jon’s face. But Jon caught it in time, picking up Damian’s knee and pushing him back. From here, Jon tried to get back to his feet. He stumbled and coughed hard, but Damian gave him some space. Once Jon realized this, he let himself go back to a knee as he groaned loudly. 

 

"Ugh... Damian... that was mean." 

 

"How many times do I have to tell you to not let your guard down? You made a good move than threw it away and left yourself wide open..." Damian grimaced, trying to hide his wounded pride. Jon breathed slowly and put his head down for a moment, as if praying to Damian, clutching his wounded privates, which were protected in his cup. But clearly, he was still getting rocked. Jon tensed up, stood and shifted around as he got into a serious expression. Damian nodded softly and returned the expression, waiting for Jon to start moving around again. 

 
Jon slowly started to get moving again and the two said nothing as they circled each other. Jon broke the silence with a clearing of his throat.
 

Damian moved back in and tried to sweep his legs, but Jon jumped then looked to fall on top of Damian, but Damian expertly slipped between Jon’s legs. From behind, Damian saw the opening and went for a field goal between Jon’s legs. But Jon thought it might be coming and swung his leg over, just barely dodging the kick. If he was any slower, the training might've ended right then and there. Jon felt his stomach drop, realizing what could’ve happened. Damian took the momentary shock on Jon’s face to push in, knocking Jon to the floor, flipping onto his back and looking up at Damian.
 

Damian quickly shoved himself in to stomp on Jon's outstretched stomach. Jon had a hand lower, over his balls to protect, leaving his stomach open. Damian approved and quickly jumped away, not allowing Jon to grab his feet. Jon then tried to get up, but Damian responded with a kick Jon’s rising head, but Jon pulled his head in, just in time again, looking shocked but not taking any time to take it in as he flipped over and got back into position. This time he saw Damian smiling at him.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad.”

Jon smiled and laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah, haha. I had to be good, or else you would’ve killed me!”

“I didn’t say you were good. Just, not bad.” Damian smirked, gathering his breath discreetly. Jon shook his head with friendly intentions; Damian is very hard to please. But getting a “not bad” means a lot from him.

The two continued to circle each other and gauge each other. They both knew they didn’t have a lot of time left tonight; Superman was set to come back soon, and he probably wouldn’t approve of training like this in Jonathan’s room.

“I will admit; I didn’t think you’d be so agile with that cup on.” Damian relented some more, right before he unleashed a flurry of strikes meant to catch Jon off guard. But Jon dodged and blocked each strike.

“Well.” Jon said, taking a step back. “It’s not too bad. And it’s so much better than getting hit down there without one!” Jon said, giving his own strikes to Damian to dodge; including finishing his flurry with a winding low kick that if Damian didn’t step back from, could’ve smacked into his testicles with force. Damian looked shocked at the effort on Jon’s part.

“What? You’ve been going for my nuts the entire time. Needed to make sure you’re following your own advice.” Jon smirked, his face blushing.

Damian grimaced but didn’t argue. Not only was Jon not wrong, but he didn’t want to give Jon anything either; Damian believes in his skills and isn’t going to tell Jon he doesn’t want him to do something. Damian nodded.

“Okay, so we’re going for the kill. We’re running out of time, anyways.”

“I didn’t say we’re going for the killLL!” Jon was interrupted by Damian’s flurry and both blocked and dodged back from the strikes. Jon was struggling to get any retaliation in as Damian’s strikes overwhelmed him, but when he did find an opening, Damian caught his leg and pulled the other out from underneath him. Jon was on his back, with one leg in the air and the other on the floor. He realized his vulnerability, and as Damian raised a leg up, Jon swung his leg up and Damian’s foot slammed a leg, rather than a cup. He groaned, his own leg pushing against his cup. But it wasn’t enough to stop Jon as he used his free leg to push back on Damian. Jon then pulled his legs up and rolled behind himself, his feet and fingers on the floor as he stayed ready to move. The residual discomfort in his groin was clear to him, but not close to debilitating.

Damian stood across him, again jumping around to stay fresh in his short black shorts and black tank top. His pecs weren’t super defined but Damian was clearly strong for his age; and with all the sweat, he glistened. Jon looked down at himself, noticing his sweat for the first time too. He smiled, looked back up and wiped the sweat from his brow. Damian pushed in and went for an elbow to Jon’s head, but Jon caught it, a hand under Damian’s bicep.

However, Damian anticipated this. From this position, Jon couldn’t see his legs, so Damian shifted slightly to maximize his flexibility and power. Then he pulled his leg back in a mule kick, slamming his leg up and between Jon’s legs.

Jon’s eyes went wide from the sudden impact and pressure below the belt. He gasped out and bent over and leaned into Damian. The pain was very sudden and brutal. His testicles have been slammed into so much recently, and each hit just hits him deeper and deeper. He was leaning on Damian almost totally after a couple moments, his eyes dropping and pain ringing throughout him.

Damian then pushed his body forward, then jammed it backwards to slam into Jon, pushing the momentarily weakened boy back. The sudden jolt sent pain throughout Jon’s body, but also widening his eyes as with his one free hand, he reached towards the floor to steady himself. But Damian came back in, and yelled.

“Don’t let your guard down!” As he came in and kicked at Jon’s chest hard before he went flat on the ground. Jon jolted and flexed as he rolled around, dragging his hand from his cup and trying to push through the sludgy pain he was experiencing. He was able to catch Damian's hand as it came  and pulled his hand from his cup, pushing the pain down and slapping away Damian’s fist as it came rushing in from the side.

Damian then tried to trip Jon again, but Jon pulled his leg in and pressed towards Damian, pushing him away with his super strength. Damian flew back, but pulled a knee down to keep himself from going too far. He grimaced as he stopped, then ran back in with another flurry.

Jon prepared himself, but Damian jumped up and kicked Jon’s defenses away, then kicked at his knee again. Jon buckled, then swiped towards Damian, who bent underneath it and from below, saw Jon’s bulge at eye level. He swung a fist down from below, up into Jon’s cup and slamming into it with quick and potent force, another loud thud as a result of human bone against plastic. Jon’s legs closed together and he stumbled back, pulled his hands in, eyes clenching as the pain he stomached away, erupted again from its source. He bent over and clenched his face in a mask of pain. The young Jonathan Kent’s legs shook like jelly as his face puckered in sickness.

Damian followed through, readying up as he stood, gathering power and then pulling it through his legs, kicking at Jon’s stomach as he clutched his cup in pain. Jon coughed out at the force, bending over at the power in Damian’s kick. His balls have made Jon's body weaker, the kick doing considerable damage to him. Not anywhere near as much as a human, but it worsened the pain he was already feeling.

 
Jon bent and felt more sick as the kick bent him over, forcing him to his knees as Damian Wayne went for another kick to the chest and face, forcing Jon up to face his pain.

Jon's leg stumbled back and spread as he was pushed, a hand going up in a daze after another hard kick. Swinging backwards and not focused, Damian saw the opening with Jon's cup pressing out against his jeans and swung his leg up into the bulging cup again. The flat of his foot hit hard, another loud echoing in the room.  Jon's mouth opened wide in reaction.

 

"AAA! UNNGH... OOooOOoo..."

Damian felt the cup lift up with his foot, shifting with the force and saw Jon's bulge in his jeans as the kick landed. Jon on the other hand, felt the pain scream up at him again as the kick landed and pushed his eyes out. His cup dragged up and shook his balls around in his sack, sending shockwaves from his center. The pain inside him tightened and spiked, as another attack to his cup reverberated and didn't do enough to protect him. Jon's thin legs clenched again as a hand went low to protect himself, the pain reaching up past his stomach and bludgeoning him with explosive waves from the inside.

 

"OOOO!" Superboy cried out, spit leaving from his lips as he bent forward again.

Damian then used the knee of his offending leg, to jam up and push Jon back up onto his knees. But this time, Jon left his hands clutching his groin, his eyes clenched and mouth breathing hard. Damian smiled and announced to the swaying and pained Jon.

“Checkmate!” as he pulled his arm back and readied himself to put the finishing touches on Jonathan. He knew Jon could take it; but he also knew that it would solidify his victory.

As his arm swung in, Jon swung himself and fell forwards towards Jon, dodging the strike by allowing his body to fall into Damian’s. Damian felt Jon fall into him, and stood stuck. Feeling Jon’s soft breath and warm body fall into his, and most intimately, he could feel Jon's arm pressing Damian’s groin. It felt so weird to feel his young, inexperienced and emerging manhood press against something so soft and warm. It caused him to hesitate for a moment. He even felt Jon grasping and pulling on his tank top desperately. This suddenly felt very distracting. Damian stood over Jon, Jon's warm, desperate body in front of him. Damian's closest and best friend, on his knees, holding his body against him. 

 

Crucially, Damian let his guard down, and Jon felt it. He was running on pure adrenaline, the pain causing his body to tense and squirm, but he also felt what Damian felt. He became aware with his arm pressing against unfamiliar territory, his almost delirious face on Damian’s hard stomach. He acted and grabbed onto Damian’s tank top and pulled himself up as he used his other arm to swing up and hit Damian with an equalizer, a brutal and loud low blow.

Damian never saw it coming. His eyes went wide and his body moved up with the force of Jon's arm. He’s never experienced this feeling of outside pressure jam between his legs and slam into his testicles before. A wet and meaty slap echoed as Damian's eyes were wide and he cried out

“GUOW!” As his body was in the air, experiencing an almost out of body experience. He has never felt anything like this before. With Jon’s arm sticking out on the other side of Damian's body, like a sword through the body, he felt pained and betrayed. And then the pain started to erupt inside him and it all felt too real inside Damian's body.

It was a deep, expanding explosion in his lower midsection, erupting from his testicles as Damian fell back down, Jon’s arm still in the way. He fell on Jon’s bicep, feeling his balls getting crushed again, sending another set of blistering pain through his young, taut body.

Damian couldn't help but hurt and lean forward and on his tip toes, his dirty soles standing up straight as they stumbled to keep almost all of Damian’s 140 pounds off his testicles. He knew he had to avoid any further pain, his long, bony hands were holding onto Jon’s arm, desperate to crawl underneath and clutch his sore fruits, which were painfully out of grasp. His basketball shorts were too soft as they bent around and wrinkled around Jon’s arm.

The instant Jon’s arm slammed up into Damian’s balls, the meaty feeling of his friend’s intimates made his skin crawl. He knew it was wrong, but it was too late. He couldn’t even stop his arm as it continued to rise, pushing Damian up by the pressure between his legs. And as Damian came back down, Jon still had his arm between his friend’s legs. Jon then remembered to lower his arm from between Damian’s thighs like an off switch, and allowing Damian to get off his tiptoes

“Oooo…fuuckk…” Damian groaned as he tried to slide off of Jon’s body, But Jon caught him in his arms as he fell, and held Damian in an embrace.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Jon said with closed eyes and rough breath. He was still capturing his breath back as he held Damian, and heard Damian groan in his arms. He knew the pain Damian was feeling was intense and brutal. From both experience and feeling how hard he hit him moments ago.

Damian’s eyes were watering as the pain was every bit and more intense than he assumed it would be. He couldn’t even think about why this was hurting so much, or put in action any relievements he’s studied and learned about, to help with pain like this. All that was in his mind was Oh God… My balls... nnnngghh... and …paaaiinn...

Jon let Damian fall off him after a couple moments and stumbled to the side, the adrenaline rushing off him. He clutched his balls and stomach, groaning as he rolled onto his side, then to his back as he clenched from the pain. After this rush, he carefully held and felt grateful for his cup. Breathing slow yet strained.

Damian on the other hand, was laying on his side, both hands between his legs, clutching his soft basketball shorts and source of his pain. Moaning in pain, legs shifting as the pain overwhelmed him, Damian's mouth creaked in pain, letting out a croak as he pulled a hand up and under his tank top, his abs unveiling. Damian then rolled to his other side, pushing against the ground hard with a hand as the other cradled his damaged goods. His legs continued to shift as his face was in the ground.

“Oooo my baaallls… Jon, you… you…” Damian groaned, his voice sounding sick and deep. Then he opened his eyes and shook from the pain, letting out a weak whine.

“Sorry, Damian. I… I got so into it, I was trying to defend myself and I felt them on my arm. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“Oooommmpphhffff…” Damian whined as his knees moved back and forth. He curled up and moaned.

“Fuck… that was a good one.” Damian said, kicking his feet. Jon sat for a minute, registering Damian’s words. He then laughed lightly and laid back.

“Yeah haha… it really hurts, doesn’t it?”

“I…” Damian started but the pain caught him and choked him for a moment. Then he closed his eyes and the pain let him go. “I already knew that… you didn’t have to prove it to me…”

“I know… sorry. But… it really does hurt, doesn't it?” Jon asked on his knees and staring at Damian.

Damian looked up at Jon with a hurt expression. He saw Jon’s smirk as he lowered his head and Damian smiled lightly before he cringed again.

“Yes…” Damian waved his long, strong leg around, shifting in the air as his shorts were riding up on him. You could see his thick thigh clearly like this. “...it really does.. it really stings...”

Jon carefully and slowly stood up and bent over, in pain for a moment before walking over to Damian.

“You really went hard today… I’m sore. And not just my balls either.”

Damian looked up as Jon approached him. He smirked as he watched and put his head back, leaving a hand up.

“It helped you learn… you got noticeably better at the end there.” Damian said as he was pulled up by Jon. Jon held him and Damian cringed as he settled into his feet. He breathed out hard and reached down to put a knee on the floor.

“Ooo… it has a nasty aftertaste, doesn’t it?” Damian asked, looking down and breathing hard. Jon rubbed Damian’s head and nodded.

“It really does… it gets all up in your stomach, and makes you want to throw up. Ugh…” Jon groaned, shaking his head and looking down. He saw Damian look up in the corner of his eye and instantly Jon covered his cup with his hand.

“Please. Truce.” Jon said, clutching his cup and pushing a leg out between the two of them. Damian saw Jon’s knee less than a foot away, glistening with sweat and nodded. He moved his head into Jon’s knee and kept it there.

“I could agree… but that low blow… I had no cup on. You’ve had your cup on this entire time.”

“But yesterday and this morning, you got me then! Truce Damian, come on.”

Damian laughed and held Jon’s thigh as he got up. Damian nodded and put his hand out in respect.

“Truce.”