“I’m not saying you… have to fix anything. But make sure you talk to him soon.”
Tim was half in uniform; he had on his red chest piece and tights, but nothing on his feet or face. His hair waved on his head, modern and handsome. His young, comfortable face lay pleasantly, his skin smooth and soft to see and to touch. He was putting on his clothes earlier, when he decided to stop and walk into the common room to get something to drink when he saw Damian in the corner. He stopped, thinking back about the moment shared between the younger Robin and Super Boy last week, after they got rescued from Joker being a prick.
He knows Damian has been acting differently since and felt very confident as to why. Tim knows something about young relationships and not understanding themselves. So when he watched Jon and Damian from a short distance the other day, and hearing about what Damian told him… he knows there’s something special between them. He didn’t want Damian to make the same mistakes he might have when younger. Tim Drake saw this as an opportunity for the two of them. A way to get along. His expression softened as he leaned back, his body taut and flexible, waiting ro Damian to respond.
After a minute, Damian replied “It’s none of your business.”
Tim expected this, not surprised to see Damian be visibly annoyed that he was talking about this without it really being brought up. Tim was at the end of his short, well-intended parting of knowledge as he stood between Damian and the exit. Tim wasn’t forcing him to stay in, but Damian had to walk past Tim to leave.
Tim grimaced, rubbing his hair and thinking back on how he felt when he was younger. When he and his best friend fought, and he didn’t understand how to make things right again. The young Tim Drake knew this required a delicate touch.
He read the room, sensing the tension and moved from the exit. In as casual a look he can have in half costume, feeling somewhat naked but open. He approached Damian, who had his forearms against a chair and sighed loudly as he saw Tim approach. Tim understood Damian’s hesitation but also understood why adults sometimes did things that bothered kids. Kids don’t always know what they need.
“Sorry. But, just make sure you think about this and… ha.” Tim leaned back against the wall with his shoulders, arms crossed against his chest and was as comfortable as he looked. Being in tights was second nature to Drake. “I know it sounds weird, but I’m happy for you Damian. Not because of everything that happened… but, because it did happen and who it happened with. This is good for you. You get me?”
Damian grimaced, eyeing over Tim in the corner of his eye and careful not to let Tim realize he was giving him his attention. And Drake was more careful not to let Damian know that he knew that Damian was giving him his attention. Tim looked away, giving Damian some space and letting his words sink in.
Damian pushed and walked past the lounging Tim, but not before he swung his fist out very unkindly into Tim’s meaty bulge in his dark tights. The bulge was clear and bulbous before, which made it easy for Damian to know exactly where to aim, especially seeing Tim in these tights countless times before. His fist sunk up and in, clearly feeling the shape and density of Tim Drake’s testicles as they morphed around his hand and loudly made a wet, meaty noise as Damian intended to cause damage to Tim.
Tim did not expect this. He gasped out and bent over in a quick movement, covering his bulge with his hand as he leaned forward and groaned. His hands cradled his bulge, pressing into it softly in a desperate attempt to ease the pain that he felt was rising up in strong body. The half dressed Robin kept off his knees at first, clenching hard as the pain was spreading from his balls up through his body. It made the young man groan as he desperately tried to keep himself together. But the nut pain was just too much in the moment.
“Ennn… ah, what the hell… Damian… guh… oooof… not cool…” Tim whined out, falling to the ground under the weight of pain between his powerful thighs.
“Yeah, well you aren’t cool either. Dumbass” Damian spat back, pouting as he watched Tim fall to the ground before him. Once went to the ground, he began to twist and writhe in search of a position he could endure in. Tim’s bare toes outstretched and pushed against the floor as his legs flexed in his tights. Damian watched every muscle in Tim’s legs clench and curl in pain.
“Ooooo… man. That was so uncalled for.” Tim looked up, eyes hurt. Damian could see the pain was almost as emotional as it was physical. He looked away, refusing to let it affect him.
“Yeah, well… what you said was uncalled for.”
“What…” Tim said, spreading his legs and leaning back on his ankles. He grimaced as he continued. “Damian, I just said that I’m happy for you. And I am… or was…” Tim grimaced as he started to get up again. Damian hated that Tim was trying to connect with him over something he didn’t want to talk about.
“Well quit it. I’m not like you, you don’t know me.”
Tim stared at Damian as he turned away, his hair swinging quickly and clearly trying not to let it show that he cares. He approached the punching bag in the corner of the room and laid into it. Tim didn’t know if Damian was trying to intimidate him or ignore him. At the least, he was trying to detach himself from him.
Tim opened up to speak, but stopped as he grimaced in pain. He clutched his balls and shifted, pulling his legs closer together. Fuck this hurts… bad. That punch was really, really brutal. “...just because we’re different, doesn’t mean I-”
“Will you quit it!? I don’t want to talk about it.” Damian commanded, hitting the bag harder, with louder combination strikes. Tim watched as Damian let his frustrations out on the inanimate object. Tim sighed and shook his head. He wishes Damian would be upfront about this and maybe talk to him. Tim knows he wishes he felt more comfortable to talk to Dick or Bruce about this stuff when he was younger.
“Okay. But, despite what you think. I… want to look at you as my brother. We both want to do good and do what’s right. For us and Gotham, and everyone else. I’m here, whenever.” Tim stood up, pulling on his tights, his balls still aching very uncomfortably. And standing up, brought some of the pain back to him. He stood still as he adjusted, turning away from Damian.
In the corner of Damian’s eyes, watched Tim lean in place, then slowly walk away, while adjusting himself. Damian scoffed under his breath. He turned back to the bag and hit it harder.
A day passed and Tim was working hard in the training facility, wearing only his green shorts and nothing on his feet as he ran around the ring Bruce set up in there, striking dummies and punching bags as he ran around, displaying his fantastic acrobatics. Tim knows he could think or move his way out of or into anything, but wondered if that was really the case. Damian is another beast entirely. He’s been feeling this weight press on him to get along and fit in with Damian as a brotherly figure, seeing as they have to work together. And with what he witnessed with Joker the other day, really hit home to Tim in a few ways. He wanted to help Damian, instead of push him.
Tim walked around, running the towel against his forehead and then propped it on his shoulder. He didn’t want to stop training, but he wanted some colder air from upstairs for a second, so he walked a bit into the adjacent room before walking back. He breathed against the room to the training facility, his hands against it as he contemplated. But he heard a noise behind him and saw Damian standing there in shorts and a tee.
The two held a stare, and Tim smiled. Damian grimaced and tension built in the space between them. Tim realized Damian probably thought he just left because of him opening the door. He turned back to the facility, feeling like he wasn’t done yet and knowing that there’s more than enough room for the two of them. But Tim also remembers being an emotional teenager.
“I can come back later-” Tim started.
“Stop, it’s fine.” Damian said as he put his head down and walked towards the facility too. “We need to work together, right?”
Tim nodded and thought maybe Damian was growing more than he thought he was.
Tim Drake opened the door and kept it open for Damian, elbowing against the door as he turned away from Damian to check the state of the room. He’s been spending all day in the ring, loosening up and maybe it's time for some weights. And that’s when he felt what felt like a weight building quick pressure and slam in between his legs, just like yesterday.
This time wearing only shorts, Tim’s balls swung much more in his between his legs as he coughed out and backed up, letting the door go. Damian was already in and walking past Tim. Not even looking back as Tim leaned towards the floor, face puffing out and eyes crossing. Damian intentionally did not go easy with that slam either. He was letting out some excess frustrations, using poor Tim Drake’s testicles as the target.
Damian knew he hit Drake just right as he felt a wad of meat against his fist, in Drake’s soft and wet sport shorts. He felt his dick and balls shift and slam in between his thighs, sweat already on his shorts and making the impact louder and wetter. Damian pulled his hand in to his body, reminiscing and getting used to the feeling of Tim’s balls getting based by his hand. He couldn’t help but smirk as he tried hard not to look back.
“Asshole! Dammit…” Tim groaned, a hand to the floor as he whined and twisted his body softly. He looked up and breathed hard. The pain was massively uncomfortable, twisting his stomach into knots. He started to feel a sick and wondered what the hell the matter with Damian was.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to. Honest.” Damian said, still not turning around. But Tim could sense the smile as Damian rolled into a ring. He hopped around, and pulled on the ropes. His black shorts and black tee loose against his body. Also, not wearing anything on his feet as he stretched in the ring.
Tim looked down, carefully rubbed his balls and shook his head. Damian is just a kid, he tells himself. He’s annoying and spoiled and thinks he’s untouchable… but he’s still young. Tim looks further back to last week, and the embarrassing defeat he had. Tim softened, maybe understanding that this is Damian trying to process that he isn’t untouchable anymore. Tim sighed and gently massaged his groin.
“Tim, help me train here.” Damian asked, jumping off the rope into the middle turnbuckle then easily turning around in the air. Tim watched in pain, which he was starting to manage. It’s just because he was so tired already that this pain really wrecked him. But the pain was still throbbing violently as he stood up and pulled at his shorts.
“Are you gonna apologize?” Tim asked as he approached carefully.
“Are you listening? I already did.” Damian caustically returned.
“Yes, but are you going to mean it?” Tim asked again, as he got into the ring, watching Damian run against the ropes. “And you need to use your body with more direction. Don’t be so careless, or it will show.”
Damian stopped jumping and stared at Tim. He put his feet squarely on the ground as he groaned and looked down. His head lowered, as he jumped in the ring, loosening up even more.
Tim sighed as he watched Damian hop in place, his short body bouncing. He’s gotten a little taller recently, but he’s still short stuff. He’s a good acrobat on his own accord. But he really thinks he’s better than he really is.
“What do you need help with?” Tim asked.
Damian sighed and stopped moving. He looked up, neck outstretched and hair falling back. He had a pout on his face, as if he didn’t just ask for some help. Tim bit his tongue and waited, also looking up. He stretched out, turning his body to the left and right while staying in place, his eyes blinded by the lights above. Trying to get back into the swing of working out, after the previous detour swung a fist right into his nuts.
Another detour swung a foot right into Tim’s nuts this time. Drake suddenly felt his shorts getting lifted up by a sharp, premeditated foot that slammed up, crashing into his pubic bone without mercy, with his already sore and heavy, unprotected testicles intentionally caught in the crossfire. Instantly, Tim felt his body light up as he bent over and lifted up, the color going bright as his eyes bugged wide and he pulled his head down, his sore testicles experiencing another critical hit. Tim couldn’t react or think about what happened until Damian’s foot left his warm and wet crotch allowing poor Tim Drake’s balls to plop back down to where they were hanging just a moment ago.
Tim’s hands pulled in and cupped his balls as his face darkened, eyes squinting and he stumbled down to the floor, twisting away as he fell to his knees with a thud. The impact of his body hitting the mat caused the young adult Robin to grunt in pain, his body experiencing another shockwave of pain, jostling his already very delicate and sore testicles.
His neck outstretched and eyes crossed as he rocked to his back, then towards his knee with his full body in a slow, painful motion. Then, Drake rocked back once more, his strong body weak against the pain and a hand deep between his legs, clutching his balls tenderly.
“Oooof… ahh, m-my nuuuutts… oooo…” Tim whined in front of Damian. Damian huffed and backed up, watching Tim writhe in pain. Damian didn’t know why he did that really. He just knew he could, and knew that Tim was going to take it.
Tim painfully pulled his body to his knees, head to the ground and in a curled down position. His pain was intense and cruel, but pushed up off the floor after a moment, his knees still unable to leave the mat. He searched to see Damian and tried to figure out why he just did that. Why is he making him feel this way?
But Damian was stretching against the ropes, ignoring what Tim was going through. Tim told himself earlier that he wanted to help Damian, but when does helping Damian include giving him a well-earned beating?
“Damian… why… did you just do that…” Tim hoarsely asked. His eyes were getting blurry as the pain was twisting his stomach into knots.
Damian shrugged as he turned to Tim. “Looked like it would be fun.”
Tim felt his face getting red. “Fun!?” He begged in a higher pitch.
Damian got onto his hands, doing a handstand in his black shorts and black tee, his tee falling down over his face. Damian carefully stepped out of it, his strong, young and sinewy body displaying in front of Tim. He was just acting like a bored, spoiled child. Drake put his head down and breathed hard, trying to concentrate against the waves of pain slamming into his body from his two testicles. He needed to contemplate.
“You know… just because you’re gay, doesn’t mean I have to be.”
Tim’s gears were turning in his head as Damian’s words spun around inside his head. He pulled his head up slowly, his hair drifting as his head tilted and displayed a confused expression. His eyes squinted, his mouth peeled open in a slit with no sound coming out. Tim couldn’t think of a question or comment. He could barely understand. Did the pain twist his perceptions? What did I just hear?
“...aa…uuuh…” Was all Tim could let out as he sat back fully on his knees, hands between his legs, his eyes crossed in shock. He was hunched over, pain clear on his handsome face still.
Damian was still standing on his hands, but slowly lowered and raised himself. His shorts down his thighs, unveiling his pale upper thighs. His muscular, young frame barely breaking a sweat as he continued his upside down workout. Damian said nothing as he continued to press himself.
“...wHat?” Tim croaked out.
“Pft.” Damian spat out as he latched his legs onto the ropes of the ring and pulled himself up by his abdominal muscles. He tried harder to act like he didn’t care.
“Just because you’re gay, doesn’t mean I am. I know what you’re thinking.”
Tim stared at Damian as he continued to exercise. He still had no words. He had no idea what he was thinking anymore.
“You think… because I’m angry over what happened with Jon, that I’m gay, like you are. But he’s just a friend, and-”
“I’m not gay.”
Damian stayed quiet after Tim spoke clearly. He pulled himself up entirely, his back to Tim as he held himself over the top rope with his legs. His short body, perfectly balanced and defined. He contemplated.
“Fine. But I’m not like you.”
“...is that why you keep pounding me in the balls? Because I’m not like you?” Tim asked hurt, clutching his shorts and trying to massage the pain in his balls away.
Damian groaned and flipped himself over, pouting at Drake. He approached him and reached his hand out to help him up.
“You’re annoying. And you don’t listen. I just said it was just fun.”
Tim looked at Damian’s hand and then at his face. Damian still had a sour pout on, but it also felt sincere and the best he was going to give. Tim begrudgingly took the hand, helping him to his feet.
“Thanks.”
Damian said nothing and walked past Tim, then running against the corner and flipping over, landing perfectly on his feet again. He stood boredly and then sat down, hands in his chin.
Tim stared at Damian, uncertain and unable to read the situation. He may be the best detective among the Bat Family, but he was clearly missing something here. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked away.
“I didn’t mean to imply anything Damian. I just… don’t want you to regret things.” He spoke, reiterating as he stepped towards Damian and watched his reaction.
Damian’s head went deeper into his hands. Tim sighed out and stopped his approach.
“Sorry… it doesn’t matter. He’s your friend. I trust you.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t.” Damian said, standing up and turning to Tim. Tim watched intently as Damian swung his hand out at Tim’s head, to which Tim blocked cleanly and responded with his own strike.
Damian and Tim quickly got into the swing of their own training, starting off slow as Tim had to work off the pain in his lower abdominal muscles. At first, each movement he made jostled the pain in his nuts and made him feel slower and sicker. But Damian didn’t push anything and kept at Tim’s speed, until Tim started to loosen up and get quicker, trading blocks and blows. They naturally figured things out as they went, neither trying to get the better of each other. This was playing. The two youngest members of the Bat Family got into a wordless rhythm of back and forths, filling up their day with something important that words weren’t doing.
They sweated and slowly raised the intensity of the spar, both silent as they kicked and grappled shirtless, only their shorts covering their bare body. Damian in black, Tim in green, and both in the heat of battle. Helping each other out, flipping over each other, sharing in this important dance of the Robins in the ring mat.
The rhythm and swing continued smoothly as Tim swung at Damian, who ducked underneath as Tim expected, preparing for Damian to raise an uppercut destined for his face and prepared his hands to push down on it. At this point in the training, you could just feel each other and know what would come next.
Tim felt his body swing, left leg drifting as he moved with the motion, his dick and balls swinging in his shorts until Damian’s fist connected with it mid-swing, interrupting the pendulum-like motion underneath Tim Drake’s shorts.
Tim’s hands pulled inwards, his eyes bulging out as the loud impact echoed in the training facility. This was the third strike his balls took today, and Tim felt it all immediately at once, as his swinging junk slammed into an small, bratty wall of angst that seemed deadset on ruining his ability to reproduce and use them anytime soon.
Tim breathlessly gasped out, as he clutched his poor, bruised testicles as he shifted back and hunched over, feeling the energy in his body draining away and being replaced with sheer agony. Drake looked at Damian in shock and disgust with the last of his energy, Damian smiled back at him for the first time today. Damian laughed at the expression on Tim’s handsome face, which was the last thing he saw before he collapsed to the floor.
“Ha! Oh, that was a good one!” Damian pulled his hand into his stomach. “I felt that!”
“UnnGH!” Tim responded as the pain dragged him down, weighing down on him with a gravitational pull beyond his understanding. Drake gasped, mouth against the dirty mat as he grabbed his shorts painfully and squirmed his legs. Drake couldn’t breathe as the pain was piercing through his body, up his stomach and deep into his chest. He panted on the floor and mewled as he pushed into his own, wet body. Oily with sweat and mouth shamelessly gasping for breath, Tim Drake suffered greatly on the floor.
“Oh damn, that one was so good! Your balls and my fist just went wam! into each other, like two wrecking balls!”
“Aaa… oooaaa… w-why… oh, whyy… I’m so sick of thiiiis...” Tim exhaled, his body rolling over and finding himself on his back as his eyes opened wide against the bright, blinding lights above. He reached out towards something to help him, his strong muscles flexing in desperation, but all that laughed back was Damian.
“Oh, you said it yourself! You don’t want me to regret anything… and I would’ve regretted not going for it!”
Tim whimpered as he writhed in pain, barely realizing that Damian is having so much more fun now than he maybe has ever seen him have fun… and all because he punched me in the balls? How messed up is this?
Tim moaned and put his hand up to his forehead and breathed out painfully, kicking the floor on the back and clutching his balls in pain. He stomped the floor and turned, his muscles flexing with oil as his sinew twisted and displayed, his hand reaching outwards.
“Yeah, yeah. Messed up of me.” Damian nodded, reading Tim’s thoughts as he reached out to hold onto Tim’s hand with his own. Damian then reaching down to his side and comforted the older Robin as best he could. Tim held onto Damian’s hand tightly and breathed out hard, clenching and finally feeling like he was getting this pain wasn’t getting any worse.
“But, you gotta work on yourself too, Tim. You’re a pushover.”
Tim looked up at Damian with a hurt expression.
“Dick wouldn’t have let me hit him in the balls this much, and you know it.”
“What…” Tim said in parched breath. He closed his eyes and took in Damian’s observation. It resonated inside and felt like another low blow, deep in his gut. Tim grimaced and squirmed.
“You just let it happen. How can you help me, when you’re trying so hard to fit in?”
He opened his eyes wide at Damian and stared into his eyes. Tim truly saw in Damian’s eyes, a moment of understanding and connection. The tables turned on the floor as they locked in hands and shared a smile together. For just a moment, Tim Drake felt weightless and understood something very, very important that it feels like everyone forgot until then.
And then, the feeling left as a wave of agony shocked Tim’s body, his eyes rolled and mouth quivered. Damian helped Tim roll onto his stomach and patted his backside naturally to help relieve and displace the pain.
“Sorry though, really.” Damian said again. “Something about me recently just wanted to crack your nuts, Tim. Sorry.”
“No, it’s… it’s just you growing up, I think.” Tim said, catching his breath. “I hope. And please, stop. I really need them.” Tim said desperately, clutching his bruised testicles. It really felt like they were cracked. “I think you might’ve broke them…”
“Ahh, stop it. You’re fine.”
Tim moaned and breathed into the mat as he closed his eyes and silently tried to recuperate. Damian continued to help as he can, thinking back carefully.
Damian nodded. “And sorry for saying I’m not like you, either. And… talking about your sexuality.”
Tim shook his head, as he started to get up. Damian helped him stand up.
“No, no bother. We really aren’t that different though.”
Damian thought about that as Tim quickly swung his hand hard and fast between Damian’s legs, slapping the youngest Robin’s balls like his hand was shot out of a cannon.
Damian’s eyes went wide as he bent over and turned his legs inwards as it felt like his balls were whipped with superforce. He leaned inwards and his knees gave first, his balls immediately feeling as if they exploded as they screamed and cracked in his sack. His mouth opened wide as he yelled, pulling his hand between his legs to cup his testicles and protecting them from the outside world. Tim led Damian to the ground and let him whine out, desperately gasping on the floor.
“Oh, oh oh oh ohhhh… ohhh… ahhh! Fuck!” Damian cried out, his balls in tremendous pain. He cried out as the pain traveled up to his stomach and down his thighs, radiating and cursing all of Damian’s young body.
“See, not that different!” Tim cheered, happy to get the last laugh as he stepped back and rubbed his junk with his fingers, rolling his sore testicles around in his shorts. He sighed and got to a knee, recovering and watching Damian writhe and moan on the floor.
“Fuck! You popped them, Tim! You did!”
“Nah, I didn’t.”
“Fuck, it hurts, it hurts!” Damian whined, eyes clenching hard.
“Yeah, I bet. You deserve it though.”
“Ngh!” Damian whined out, clutching his head with one hand and his sore balls with the other as he twisted onto his back, then his stomach, then back again. Hands tense as he kicked and rolled. Then he let out a loud, wet gasping noise, causing Tim to laugh and sit on his backside, spreading his legs out, careful to be at a safe distance.
“You know, you’re right. There is something to this. Might have to whip that move out more often.”
Damian whined on the floor, his cheek against the mat as he opened his eyes and stared up at Tim. Tim watched Damian’s watery eyes stare into him. Tim saw the kid in Damian, in his wet, glimmering eyes as they squinted at him.
“If you do this again… I…” Damian closed his eyes and winced, as he pushed up onto his knees. “I’m…” Damian looked down, out of breath and put his head down.
“Hey, hey.” Tim said. “Don’t worry. We all get what we deserve.” He said with a proud smile.
Damian breathed heavily and said nothing as he stayed on all fours. He laughed lightly and nodded his head. He pushed up in pain and breathed out.
“Yeah… we do. I guess I deserved that.”
Damian Wayne smiled through the pain and Tim Drake did too. The older stood up and reached out to Damian with his own sweaty, open palm.
“You deserve more than that.”
Damian looked up at Tim’s hand, smirking somewhat.
“Not as much as you do.”
Tim raised his eyebrow. “You really think so?”
Damian nodded, taking the hand and continuing. “Absolutely. Truce, for right now. Okay?”
Tim nodded and pulled Damian up. Damian stumbled and waddled, pulling at his shorts and grimaced. He closed his eyes, but opened one slightly as he was bent over, looking at Tim.
“You deserve it… because you’re just… and-” Damian stumbled and laughed, cringing as he pulled at his black shorts again. “I say this with love, Tim. And I never say anything with love.” Damian and Tim share a laugh over the comment. “But you just have this, sad energy that makes me want to hit you. And your nuts are a perfect place to do it.”
Tim shook his head. “That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.”
Damian nodded. “Yeah, but it’s true.”
“And you’re a brat, who needs to be taught a lesson.” Tim spat back, returning fire with fire.
Damian shook his head “Well… we both needed a lesson, maybe. I think I've already learned it… considering the last couple of weeks…” Damian thought back, looking down and sighing hard. Tim felt the air around him drop, and reached out to his shoulder. “...I think already learned what I needed to learn.” Damian looked up, looking more mature.
Tim saw it, but still saw his brat little brother. He looked down at him and nodded. Thinking about everything that was said.
“Maybe you learned something. And maybe I still have a lesson or two to learn too.” Tim smiled, holding out his arms for Damian to approach him. Damian grimaced, looking over Tim’s body, not really being a hugger. Tim rolled his eyes and gestured for Damian to come closer. Damian looked up and down, being the shorter of the two, looking up at Tim. Damian put on a well-intended pout and approached the tender moment. He entwined his arms with Drake’s, holding down on his shoulders as he reached up and put his head against Tim’s chest.
Tim embraced Damian as best and comfortably as he could, feeling Damian’s wet, warm and soft skin on his fingers and skin. The heat from his body so close, he adjusted and felt closer to home than he’s felt recently. He smiled as he also felt his lesson burning up inside him. He pulled his leg back, making sure to his accuracy was correct.
Tim felt where he was in proportion to the shorter Damian, calculating with his experience and understanding of his and Damian’s body as he took the opportunity to slam his knee forwards, aiming right at Damian’s groin, turning this tender moment into a lesson learned via low blow.
He felt Damian rising as he pushed forward, perfect for his knee to slam into Damian’s shorts with loud determination. He clearly, and sickly, felt Damian’s hanging fruit against his knee, slamming between the bony knee and his own hard, bony body. He clearly felt Damian’s meat in his shorts as he struck forward.
It was a direct hit shared, as Damian also raised his leg up high as he knew where Tim’s plums were and went to slam into them one more time today; a 4th time within about 15 minutes.
At the same time, Damian slammed his knee up into Tim’s testicles, pulling on Tim and raising up to make sure his knee dug into and slammed between Tim’s larger thighs and crushing his larger testicles; Tim also slammed his knee in between Damian’s thighs, creating a shared experience between the two Robin’s in a very painful, uncomfortable way.
The two both felt each other’s balls on their own knee, and their own balls getting crushed by each other’s knee. It was miraculous and iconic, a true testament to brotherhood and pain.
They both yelped out at the same time, falling into each other’s arms as the impact shocked them both. Both thought they got the better of the other, but could barely reach their own balls through each other’s arms.
“Oooo!”
“Aaaa!”
Damian whined as rolled his eyes as his legs went out from underneath him, falling forward and past Tim. Tim cradled his balls as he stumbled to his side, eyes wide and mouth open as he felt his swelling testicles fill up in his hands. He fell like he got shot after and laid on his back and looked up in building agony. His bare feet strained, curling his toes as his leg raised and mouth opened wide as he laid on his back.
Damian curled up and pushed deep into the ring, his feet kicking and hands deep between his thighs. His toes were pressing against the mat, dragging hard and trying to push past the pain.
“Ah, shit! Asshole!” Damian writhed, his eyes wide and throat tight after his outburst. A familiar but unbelievable pain was rising within his taut body, no matter how hard he rolled around. He cradled his balls in his black shorts desperately and whimpered. He shoved a hand down his shorts to feel his balls, to see if they were really still together. Holding them with his hand made him shiver and whine, squirming and pulling his hand out to see the blood he was sure he’d see. But he saw nothing but sweat on his hand, yelling out and pushing back into the floor again.
Tim’s balls have been through a lot today, and this was a brutal top to it. The pain was deeper than it has been so far, he’s felt sicker than he’s felt so far. As the pain rips apart his stomach, he twists his head and can’t help but heave on the mat beneath him. He quivered as he heaved, a pitiful display from someone as strong and trained as Tim. His eyes were wide as he looked around, seeing that Damian was similarly agonized but could find little comfort in it. He reeled back in, leaning inwards and coughed out violently, his legs shifting and tense as his body went fully into the cough.
After a few moments of coughing, he slowed down and moaned on the floor. Loudly, and painfully. He still felt his balls in his hands and his eyes were burning. His head was dizzy and he could taste bile.
“Ohh… nuuuhhh… D-Damian…” Tim reached out towards Damian with his foot. He felt Damian’s ankle with his toes and rubbed it carefully.
Damian moaned, his eyes closed as he laid curled on the floor. He pulled his foot back, then pushed it against Tim in a show of recognition.
“Nrrgghh… you broke my balls…” Damian whined, holding onto Tim’s foot with his own.
“Ahhh… ahh… y-you did tooo… oooo, man… fuck you.”
Damian laughed lightly, which caused his body to ache from the jerk. He whined and curled up, holding onto Tim’s foot with his two feet, in a total fetal position. He rubbed his feet against Tim’s foot, as Tim curled towards Damian and opened his eyes. He looked at Damian in pain and watched as Damian opened his eyes too.
The two reached out to each other, unlatching their hands from their agonized groins and held each other’s hand. The two yelled together, screaming and letting out their pain, clutching each other’s hand in a bizarre display of affection and understanding. The kind of display, two young Robins could only understand and share.
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