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Shinsou and Mineta weren't friends by any definition. Not even acquaintances. But they spent time together every Wednesday when everyone else had drifted off to sleep. It started innocently enough. Shinsou was leaving Katsuki's room late one evening when he saw the glow from TV in the common room. Mineta was watching an old slasher film. He was so focused on what was happening on the screen he didn't notice Shinsou sliding down onto the couch next to him to watch. After that, it became a routine; whenever Shinsou finished studying, he'd join Mineta on the couch for a movie marathon. Their friendship, or whatever had developed between them, grew steadily over the next few weeks. They were able to talk and learn more about each other. Some things Shinsou wished Mineta kept to himself, but it made it easier for him to confess his own insecurities. A weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, and it made him realize Mineta wasn't as bad as everyone had said.

But then things took a turn.

Mineta showed his true colors and they were more vile than anyone could’ve guessed. Now he knew Shinsou had been training tirelessly to get even a sliver of a chance to join the hero course, but was further behind than he initially thought. He also knew that Shinsou was too prideful to admit to Bakugou or Midoriya, or anyone else for that matter, that he felt inadequate compared to them. That he wanted –needed– their help. So Mineta used that to his advantage and made Shinsou stoop to a level he probably never thought he’d have to.

It’s amazing what someone would be willing to do to reach their goals.

~~~

Mineta scurried down the hallway, clutched a notebook to his chest, and scanned his surroundings to ensure he wasn't followed. It wasn't necessarily hard for him to disappear without anyone noticing —no one kept tabs on him— but he had to be sure. He couldn't risk anyone finding out what he was up to on a school night, or he'd have to quit.

His tiny heart fluttered in his chest as he made his way to the 1C boy's dorms. Mineta knew the path like the back of his hand. Every now and then, he thought about how the past him would never be excited to go to the boy's dorms instead of the girls’. However, with his new after-school activity, he realized boys were just as good as girls.

Their skin was just as smooth, ass just as plump, and their mouths were just as hot.

It'd been a few weeks since everything had started, but he still got butterflies when Wednesday rolled around. He couldn't think about anything else. His body trembled with anticipation for what was to come later, and it took some time to learn how to cope. At first, his excitement messed with his performance during training, not that it was that great anyway, but it got to a point where his classmates noticed. Mineta couldn't have them being too curious, so he had to clean up his act and keep his mind occupied so he wouldn’t accidentally think about it. When he did, it added another layer to his excitement. He felt like he was leading a double life.

Mineta finally made it to his destination. He stood in front of a door decorated with a small sticker of a purple cat. He knocked three times in quick succession and took a step back. He looked left and right to ensure no one was awakened by the noise.

He had been so caught up in not being caught he hadn't noticed the door open.

"You look like a rodent, fidgeting like that," a lazy voice said.

Mineta jerked back in surprise and saw Shinsou standing on the door's threshold.

“Gah,” he gasped.

Shinsou wore the same tired expression he always did; his lids were low and mouth sagging into a slight frown. His lavender hair was dark and damp from his shower. It draped over his ears and covered his forehead.

"Just let me in," Mineta whispered as he tried to push past the taller boy.

Shinsou rolled his eyes and made a space ample enough for him to scurry through. He closed the door and turned to press his back flush with the wood. Shinsou watched Mineta struggle to get on his bed and find a comfortable spot to settle in. His chubby fingers flipped through the familiar blue notebook, his lips ghosting words as he skimmed the pages.

Shinsou tucked his arms behind his back and clasped his hands together to prevent himself from shaking. After all this time, he still wasn't used to it. Being around him. It always started the same; Mineta would arrive, look through his notes, then things would shift. His entire demeanor would change, and that was when Shinsou would start to feel sick. The perverted bastard was a minor nuisance any other day, but on Wednesdays, he was a different type of insufferable.

Shinsou held his breath as he waited patiently. He could feel the bile in his stomach churning with anxiety. The shower he took earlier did nothing to stop the film of sweat that built up on his skin.

During the few fleeting moments with his bodily autonomy, Shinsou couldn't help but think of his schoolmates and what they would think of him if they knew. Bakugou probably wouldn't let him hear the end of how pathetic and useless he was, that he was some 'extra' with no self-respect. Midoriya would lecture him on how 'being yourself was good enough' with pity clear in his green eyes.

'Ugh.'

He did not need that. Shinsou knew how tragic the situation was, but he had no other choice. He couldn't keep being second best to them when he wanted to be in the hero course. Becoming as good as, if not better, than them was what would get him to his goal.

'Perseverance is keysir," he said through gritted teeth.

The honorific burned his tongue, but he had learned early on it wasn't something worth fighting against. Shinsou hated how pathetic he sounded. How vulnerable he was. It never got easier.

He slipped off his t-shirt and kicked off his shorts. Shinsou stood entirely bare in the middle of the room, averting his gaze, so he didn't have to see the hungry look in Mineta's beady little eyes. He knew they were raking over his body, leaving him feeling dirty without being touched.

The shorter boy stood up on the bed and wrapped his hand around the back of Shinsou's neck to pull him down to his level. There was minor resistance, but he reluctantly allowed himself to be guided. They were face to face, lavender eyes staring back into dark plum ones. Mineta wore a smirk that made Shinsou want to kick his teeth in, but he remained calm. As calm as he could anyway. Too much was at stake to let his anger or pride get the best of him.

"I hope you're ready, baby. Today's gonna be a little more…intense," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Shinsou almost threw up in his mouth. The nerve of Mineta to say it so lightheartedly when he knew what he would be doing to him- disgusting. But Shinsou stayed silent, hoping every ounce of hatred he had in his body showed in his eyes. If it did, Mineta ignored it and smiled in his face.

"Now get into position, princess. Let's get this show on the road."

Mineta released Shinsou's neck and hopped off the bed, giving Shinsou's ass a smack before removing his own clothing.

Shinsou stiffened at the assault but slowly brought himself to the ground into a semi-lifted frog pose. Mineta’s preferred position since it gave him a better view of Shinsou’s ass. His cock hung limp between his legs, barely grazing the carpet beneath him. Shinsou couldn't see what he was doing, but he could hear Mineta shuffling around behind him. His clothing flew over Shinsou's head and landed a few feet before him. Mineta always took so long to get started Shinsou was convinced he did it to humiliate him further. Shinsou was vulnerable in this position since all of his private areas were on display for the little bastard to gawk at and use.

Of course, he was doing it to mock him.

Shinsou's hands clenched into fists as he waited for him to begin. Mineta walked in front of him and dropped the notebook, adjusting it so Shinsou could read. A chubby finger touched his chin and pushed, forcing him to look up.

"Today's gonna be a little different. You get to read my notes as usual, but if you're not done by the time I'm finished with you, you'll have to wait until next week."

"What? That's not what we agreed on. You said I'd-"

"Hey, I'm in charge! You want my notes, don't you? So you have to follow my rules."

Mineta was pouting now. The real him started to break through the tough-guy facade he was trying to put on. He wasn't used to having control, so even the slightest hint of defiance was too much for him. Shinsou clenched his jaw and remained quiet. The asshole knew he had the upper hand and would use it at every chance. The asshole knew that he would do whatever it took not to fail and to keep what they’d been doing the last few months a secret. Even if that meant being his toy once a week.

"That's what I thought. I'd start reading now if I were you. You don't want to have too much to read next week, or it'll just keep piling on. Then you'll really be behind," he said smugly.

Shinsou gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing but then quickly started to skim over the page. If he couldn't keep up with the lessons, he'd have to suffer through Mineta's torture for who knows how long. He couldn't have that. Shinsou was determined to finish before the session was over.

Though Mineta’s tone made him feel like it was an ambitious goal.

~~~

Mineta took his time taking in Shinsou's body. He'd seen it 100 times, and was still awestruck. His skin was smooth and blemish-free; his muscles defined and flexed from holding his position. Mineta dragged a finger along the divots between his muscles, going over his biceps, sides, and abs. Perfect and hard. Everything he wanted his own body to be.

Mineta hadn't been gifted with long legs or broad shoulders. He was the complete opposite. Small and scrawny with baby cheeks that jiggled whenever he spoke. Don't get him wrong, though, Mineta didn't think he was unattractive. He just didn't have the assets the girls he fawned over were attracted to. He'd do anything to have what Shinsou was blessed with and worked hard to maintain. He's seen him visiting the weight room once or twice.

Mineta ducked low to glance at Shinsou's cock. It was limp but still hung heavy between his thighs. Even his balls were impressive, round and plump, nestled snug against his body. He grabbed the base of Shinsou's cock, gripping it as firmly as he could without causing any pain. Shinsou jerked in response but otherwise stayed still. Mineta grabbed his own with his other hand and tugged on it as he fondled the larger boy. His little fingers prodded at Shinsou's taint and cupped his balls. He kneaded them as best as possible, but his hand was too small to contain them. Mineta shifted focus and stroked Shinsou's length at the same speed he stroked his own. It didn't take long for him to get fully erect and leaking, his breathing already labored, but Shinsou stayed soft.

Mineta frowned, not that he was necessarily surprised at the lack of response, but he expected at least some interest. Every time they met, it was a hassle to get Shinsou hard. Mineta tried everything but it wasn't until he gave up trying that Shinsou's body would react. Mineta still hadn't figured out why that was.

Mineta crawled on the floor to position himself behind Shinsou and grabbed his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks further apart. His hole was a soft pink with purple-colored peach fuzz sprinkled around it. He prodded the entrance with his finger, smirking when Shinsou jumped. Surprisingly, Shinsou's hole was still a little loose.

"Been playing with yourself to make it easier?' he asked, finger rubbing lightly against Shinsou's hole as he snickered, "too bad, though. It's done nothing but make it worse for you since that shows me how much you want it."

Mineta ignored how Shinsou's body tensed and quickly went to the bedside table to yank the lube out. He returned to sit behind Shinsou and drenched his hand with the cool, slick substance. Mineta poked at Shinsou's asshole again, rubbing circles around the edge. His cock twitched from watching it flutter open and closed. He pushed until the tip of his finger popped past the rim.

"You're really loose. Maybe I won't have to go easy on you this time," he breathed.

Even though he was slightly upset that Shinsou took away his favorite activity, working his ass open, he was excited to get to the next part. He popped one of the balls off of his head and slathered it with lube, getting the entire surface nice and sticky. Mineta stood then and placed a gentle hand on Shinsou's waist.

"Hope you're ready, princess."

Mineta noticed Shinsou's fists clenched tighter, and his chest started to heave. The sight made him smile. He loved seeing Shinsou suffer. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. Reducing someone as strong and popular as Shinsou into a trembling mess was invigorating. Who would've thought such a chiseled, sought-after body would be so easy to break?

Mineta pressed the slimy object the size of a baseball against Shinsou's asshole and pushed. Shinsou grunted and lowered his head; his body trembled as his ass tried to take in the mass. It was too big for him without being adequately prepped.

Mineta added more force and licked his lips in anticipation.

"Come on, baby, you can take it."

"I-I can't," Shinsou choked out.

His body shook violently as the ball started to force its way inside him. Streaks of blood leaked from behind it, dripping down the backs of his legs and staining them red.

"Don't you want to be a hero? You have to be able to withstand anything."

Mineta gave the ball one last push, forcing it past the rim with a sickening schlop. The pair froze. The room was silent save for Shinsou's shallow breathing. Mineta watched the edge of the ball slowly disappear deeper into Shinsou's ass, presumably going to settle in his stomach. His hole shrunk back to its normal size after swallowing the ball; droplets of blood made their way out and pooled around the edge.

"F-fuck," Shinsou whispered in a shaky voice.

He lifted his head and looked down at his stomach. Mineta couldn't see anything, but he was sure Shinsou could feel the ball's weight in his abdomen as it made its home there. Making him feel heavy and full. The thought caused his cock to twitch again. He watched Shinsou try, and fail, to get back to the notes, but it would be a long while before he could even begin to read them.

"See, not so bad. You're already one step closer to being a hero."

Mineta grabbed another and coated it in lube before shoving it in Shinsou's loosened hole. This time he gasped, followed by a groan and a string of curses. The ball glided in smoothly with the help of the lube and the naturally occurring purple substance that coated it. Mineta kept this up for a while, stretching Shinsou constantly without giving him a chance to breathe.

Every time Shinsou tried to get back to reading the notes, Mineta was there, gaping his hole and filling him with another squishy ball. Shinsou got packed to the point he could feel them piling on top of each other and getting stuck to his insides. They moved and wiggled as far into his body as possible. He felt stuffed, his asshole ached, and his guts kept trying to push the balls out with no luck. The shifting only pulled them in further, causing them to press against his prostate and every other sensitive button within him. It took every ounce of strength he had to hold in his moans. If Mineta knew he was enjoying it, things would only get worse.

Shinsou looked down at his stomach again only to see how distended it had become. There were rounded bumps protruding from his belly that shifted with each breath he took. The purple and red liquids trickling out from his hole decorated his stomach. It left winding trails down his thighs, and even his cock was tinged with the colors. It bobbed gently beneath him, slightly lifted as blood made its way to the muscle.

‘Shit,” Shinsou thought.

He hated his body. Hated how it reacted. This wasn't supposed to be enjoyable or arousing, yet his cock was filling out. When Mineta inevitably noticed, shit would hit the fan.

"Oh, is that all it takes?" Mineta asked.

Speak of the devil.

Mineta grabbed the base of Shinsou's cock and squeezed, forcing a groan from deep within his chest.

"I thought your pathetic little cock didn't work right. But you just needed some tough love," he mused.

Shinsou's cock throbbed.

"Degradation too? Who would've thought that Shinsou, the guy that let Bakugou's insults roll off his back, would get hard from a few mean words."

"Fuck you," Shinsou spat.

Mineta squeezed his cock again.

"Watch it," he threatened.

Mineta stroked Shinsou's cock slowly, only to pick up the pace once it fully hardened. It didn't take long for Shinsou to get erect and leak precum onto Mineta's stubby fingers. He stroked his cock a few more times before standing in front of Shinsou.

Shinsou lifted his head to look up at Mineta with narrowed eyes.

"Wha-"

Before he could finish the sentence, his mouth was being stuffed. The saltiness of his own precum and the bitterness of the lube made for a disgusting flavor. He gagged as Mineta shoved his fingers in as deep as possible. He grabbed Shinsou's tongue, squeezing it, then rubbed lines along its middle. The action forced saliva to pool in his mouth and ooze out the sides. Shinsou coughed, his eyes watering and nostrils flaring.

"That was supposed to be your punishment, ya know. But you did such a good job taking my squishy balls this time. I should reward you."

He pressed on Shinsou's tongue again before slowly sliding his fingers out. Globs of saliva trailed and soaked into the carpet. Shinsou lowered his head to cough, beads of spit landing on the pages of the notebook.

Mineta lay parallel to Shinsou's body and slid underneath him. He took the tip of Shinsou's cock into his mouth and sucked hard before sliding the rest of his length inside. At first, it was a struggle, but eventually, he got the entire length in. The head of his cock was in Mineta's throat while the rest was snug in his mouth. Shinsou shuddered but turned his attention back to the notes. The words on the page were blurry from the tears clouding his vision. He breathed heavily out of his mouth to keep himself steady and focused, but that only lasted so long.

Mineta sucked his cock feverishly, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. His slurping sounds filled the room and only made Shinsou more aroused. It was making it hard for him to read and he needed to get going. He'd only been able to read a paragraph since the session started, and it was only a matter of time before it would be over. He didn't want to fall too far behind.

But fuck did that little bastard know how to use his mouth.

Mineta's mouth was hot and moist; his small yet thick tongue hit every sensitive spot. The tip pressed firmly into one of the veins that lined his cock and traced it from base to head. He bobbed his head eagerly, hollowing his cheeks to swallow as much of Shinsou's cock as possible. The head of his cock rammed into the back of the smaller boy's throat, making him gag. Saliva pooled in his mouth making the sounds his sucking created even lewder.

The balls inside Shinsou rubbed against his prostate with every minor movement, whether it was a deep breath or a jerk of his cock. There were so many sensations assaulting his body he didn't know how to handle them.

Mineta let the mass in his throat slip free and filled the void with Shinsou's balls. He lapped at them first, giving kitten licks before taking them both into his mouth. His tongue traced the seam of Shinsou's sack and massaged tight circles where the top met his tainr. Shinsou moaned and lowered his hips despite his better judgment. He couldn't help it.

Mineta stopped suddenly, "You're enjoying this too much, princess."

His tone was even despite having swallowed a cock seconds before. He reached for Shinsou's ass from beneath him and started prodding.

"Wait, no, I didn't mean to. I don't think I can take anymore," Shinsou pleaded.

His voice was unrecognizable, panicked, but he'd kick himself for it later. He couldn't afford anything else being stuffed inside of him.

Mineta ignored him and pressed in two fingers. He worked them frantically, twisting and curling them before adding more. Shinsou thought the stretch would hurt, but the ache was muted compared to what he endured earlier. It was so dull he barely reacted to Mineta working the rest of his tiny fist in.

Shinsou could feel his rough knuckles grazing his walls, flexing and unflexing as he reached further inside of him. It wasn't until he felt him nudge one of the balls that he realized just how far Mineta had gone. The contact made his stomach tighten on reflex.

"H-hey!"

Mineta managed to grab one of the balls and slowly started to pull it out. The drag was excruciating. Shocks of sharp pain shot through Shinsou’s body. The ball was sticky and pulled on the sensitive lining of his insides, along with a second ball, as it moved. He trembled, choking back his screams. It hurt, it burned, and it felt like something was being ripped out of him.

Eventually, the balls popped out, lube gushing out behind them. Shinsou panted as if he'd just given birth.

"Now," Mineta said calmly, "I want you to read aloud."

Shinsou was confused, but the relief he felt from being free of two balls was enough to prevent him from questioning it.

"T-today was signature move day. We would-hnnng fuck,”

Mineta had trapped Shinsou's cock between the two balls he took from inside him. They fit perfectly around his cock. Their malleability made it easy for Mineta to form them to his shape. They were warm and wet with lube and whatever purple liquid Mineta produced.

"I can't hear you, princess."

Shinsou cleared his throat and tried again, "We would produce at least t-two moves to call shit our signatures."

Mineta rolled the balls along his length, squeezing them tightly when they reached the tip. Shinsou's cock had grown red with need. It pulsated and ached for release that wouldn't be coming anytime soon. His stomach clenched from the stimulation, tightening around the balls that filled him so completely. A broken moan found its way past his lips.

"Louder. I want to hear every syllable."

Shinsou seethed. The bastard had so much control over him, his body, his pleasure. It was annoying, to say the least. But he couldn't stop his hips from moving or his mouth from saying the words.

"Bakugou managed multiple…multiple moves in o-one…day," he forced out.

He couldn't breathe. The balls squished together and made it hard for his lungs to fully expand. The stroking had become too much. Mineta went from steady, rhythmic movements to sporadic and rapid ones. Squeezing and rolling the balls along his entire length. Engulfing his tip and massaging them firmly into the muscle. It felt so good his body stiffened from how close to cumming he was. The relatively quiet sound of the balls sticking together grew louder from the gallons of precum Shinsou was sure he was producing.

"Did I say you could stop reading?"

Shinsou dropped his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hellooo?"

"I fucking-I fucking can't when," Shinsou couldn't complete his sentence.

He moaned long and loud as he reached the peak, barely teetering on the edge.

'So close, so close,' he chanted in his head.

Shinsou had never wanted an orgasm more than he did now. Not only would finally cumming make it easier for him to focus, but he'd finally get some type of pleasure from all of this torture.

He grunted and rocked his hips, his arms aching from holding his body up for so long. Mineta kept up the brutal pace before abruptly removing the balls, leaving Shinsou's cock to grow purple and quiver for more attention. The sudden halt in pressure and friction sent a jolt of pain through Shinsou's cock. The aftershocks settled in his lower belly. This wasn't the first time Mineta had edged him, but it was the worst. He'd never been so close before and to have it snatched away so carelessly brought a pain he didn't think was possible from something so minor.

Shinsou let out a string of curses under his breath.

"You really thought I'd let you cum. Why would I give you such a luxury? You couldn't even read out loud. What kind of hero can't do a simple task?" He snickered.

~~~

Mineta grinned as he watched Shinsou fall apart before him. His arms shook until they finally gave out, but he still couldn't fully relax. The pressure of the floor on his stomach would be too painful.

Shinsou lay on the ground covered in sticky liquids and blood. His fair skin splotchy and red. His hair dried during the first half of their session but now hung wet and low with sweat.

"We still have a lot to go, Shinsou. I'd get up if I were you."

Shinsou stayed on the floor, his back rising and falling in time with his shaky breaths. Mineta kicked his legs apart, so he was forced onto his stomach. Thankfully his legs were still bent enough that Mineta could reach his ass easily.

"Suit yourself."

Mineta spread his ass once again and forced the two balls he took out before back in, along with a few more. Shinsou didn't react to the new additions save for a quiet groan muffled by the carpet. There were so many inside him that Mineta could see the purple exterior of one sitting on the rim of his asshole. He was literally stuffed to the brim.

Mineta ran his finger along the stretched skin around Shinsou's ass hole, poking the ball after each pass. Shinsou's hole fluttered around the intrusion, squeezing it and holding it tightly. Lube tinged red managed to trickle out from around the mass and leak down to his taint. Mineta's cock twitched with interest.

"I bet you feel better inside than any girl would," Mineta said absentmindedly.

The way Shinsou could hold so many of his balls inside, the way his body latched onto them, the sickening wet sounds they made squishing together, and god how they stretched out his usually flat tummy: it was hot. Enticing. He ached to be a part of it. To feel him from the inside. After reducing Shinsou to nothing but a hole, Mineta wanted nothing more than to make him cry. To ruin him further. He wondered how much more his sculpted body could take.

Mineta lubed himself up quickly and stood behind Shinsou. He lined his cock up with his entrance and slowly pressed the head of his cock against the ball. The pressure alone was enough to make Shinsou buck. His entire body jerked forward, a gasp rattling free from his throat. His arms reached out so he could grab at the floor to pull himself away, but he didn't get far.

Mineta grabbed Shinsou's waist and dug his stubby fingers into his flesh. He was weaker than Shinsou, but Mineta could yank him backward, effectively impaling him on his cock since he was in such a delirious state. Mineta expected the smooth, warm feel of Shinsou's walls clenching around him but was met with the balls' sticky sensation. They hugged his tiny cock, squeezing it firmly and holding him tight.

The feeling wasn't bad, so he moved. Rolling his hips forward, reveling in the sounds that leaked from Shinsou's mouth. Mineta's breathing deepened as he massaged his cock through the balls. His hold on Shinsou's waist grew tighter, his digits pressing deep into the muscle, undoubtedly leaving bruises in the shape of his finger pads.

Mineta picked up the pace then. His stomach felt heavy as his orgasm started to build. It sent brief tremors through his little body, causing his knees to wobble.

"Sh-Shinsou," he moaned.

His head fell forward so his forehead was pressed into Shinsou’s back. The boy beneath him grunted in response, his body trembling harder with each thrust of Mineta's hips. Soon he was slamming his pelvis against Shinsou's ass, leaving red marks where their skin met. The wet squelching of their bodies connecting echoed in the room; it was music to Mineta's ears. Never in a million years did he think he'd lose his virginity in high school and definitely not to a boy. But here he was, rutting into Shinsou's full ass like his life depended on it. Sweat slicked his brow and dribbled down the side of his face. He was in heaven.

Mineta started to lose rhythm the closer he got to his climax. He shoved himself as deep with as much speed and force as possible. With his new erratic movements, he didn’t bother to aim and missed the makeshift opening he had created. His cock slipped and made its way underneath the balls. His cock dragged against the straining, sore skin of Shinsou's inner walls, pressing the balls upward, stretching him further.

Shinsou yelped, clenching on reflex. The new sensation of quivering lining on Mineta's cock dragged another moan from him. He continued his assault on Shinsou's insides, not realizing he repeatedly rammed his cock into the taller boy’s prostate. Muffled cries vibrated through Shinsou's body as he was brought close to the edge again with Mineta close behind.

Mineta moaned and groaned, his lips parted, freeing his hot breath into the air. It didn't take much longer for him to reach his climax. His hips stuttered as his seed shot into Shinsou's already packed hole.

"Fuuuck."

Mineta angled his head to watch his cock move in and out of the tight space, his spend spurting out the sides. Once he felt the last twitch of his cock emptying, he pulled out, letting it fall with a wet pop.

Shinsou slumped to the floor.

"You're weaker than I thought, princess. I figured someone like you could withstand more."

Mineta chuckled and swiped his hand along his cock, scooping up the remaining liquids that coated it. He gave Shinsou's ass a smack, leaving a glistening handprint on one of his ass cheeks. Mineta couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest as he looked over Shinsou’s wrecked body. He had claimed the boy in more ways than one. Shinsou’s gaping hole was stuffed full of his balls and leaked his seed. He would wear memories of their time together for at least the next week, until they met again. A constant reminder of who made him like this: weak, broken, used. The thought almost made Mineta want to stay and go longer, but it wouldn’t be any fun if he wouldn’t get a reaction.

So he got dressed, not paying Shinsou's motionless body any more attention. Once he was fully dressed, Mineta grabbed the notebook and tucked it under his arm before walking out feeling lighter. Not sparing a single glance in Shinsou's direction.

__________

Shinsou laid on the floor with his eyes closed for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. His head throbbed, and his body ached in places he didn't know could hurt. Slowly he peeled his eyes open, squinting them to block some of the harsh light. Mineta hadn't switched them off when he left. Typical.

He groaned as he rolled over onto his back, his joints popping and creaking on the way. When he was on his back, he gradually started to flex his limbs to get rid of some stiffness. His body shuddered when he felt the cooled slick leak from his ass. Though disgusting, it was a good sign. It meant most, if not all, of the balls had finally dissolved. All that was left was the clean-up.

Shinsou tried his best not to think about the fact he hadn't gotten past one page of the notes. That meant next Wednesday would be a struggle to finish especially since he didn’t know how many he missed out on.

He sighed and mentally prepared himself for the pain he'd feel trying to get up, knowing his muscles had been pushed beyond their limits.

Shinsou took a deep breath and forced himself to sit upright. When he only felt a dull ache, he grabbed onto the side of his bed and hoisted himself the rest of the way up. The sudden movement sent a stabbing pain throughout his body. He held back a howl of pain, settling for a ragged grunt instead. Shinsou stood there, catching his breath and letting the throb subside. It took a few seconds of recuperation before he could lift himself onto the bed. The feeling of plush pillows and soft blankets was a nice change of pace from the floor. He could fall asleep right then if he didn't have to clean up.

In comparison to everything else, cleaning up was the easiest part of the session. Shinsou could be alone without hungry eyes or spiteful hands abusing him. His body was his own and he could go as slow or as quickly as he wanted.

Unfortunately, all of that wasn’t enough to make the process easy. The sticky substance on the balls made it a million times more difficult for Shinsou to remove it all. It was like an industrial adhesive the way it bound everything together and stayed glued to his insides. The only thing to make it bearable was adding more lube.

Shinsou stared at his ceiling.

'Just get this over with, and you'll be free for a while,' he assured himself.

Shinsou took another deep breath and reached for his bedside table where he kept a surplus of lube. He grabbed one of the bottles and popped the top open to pour it into his hand. It was a struggle, but he moved his legs, one hooked over his forearm and the other bent and propped up on his foot. He could feel a chilling draft coming in from the window sill. It brushed past his aching hole, letting him know the angle was just right. Shinsou had a mirror propped at the other end of the room, angled towards the bed to see himself and make sure everything was coming out, but he tried his best not to look unless it was necessary. It would only make his self-disgust worse, and that wasn't something he could afford at the moment.

Hesitantly, Shinsou pressed two fingers into his hole, hissing at the sting. Without looking, he was sure more blood had seeped out from whatever tears Mineta had created. His digits slipped in quickly, gliding deep inside without any resistance. He could feel the viscous substance sticking to his skin. Shinso curled his fingers and scooped up a decent amount before dragging his fingers back out. It plopped from his hole, sliding down his ass crack to settle on his comforter. He hadn't noticed how hard he was breathing until he looked down at himself and felt his breath fanning across his chest.

His cock lay heavy and hot against his stomach, twitching ever so slightly. After previous sessions, Shinsou had managed to ignore the tantalizing sensations that wracked his body during this part. He didn't like that side of himself. But at this point, Shinsou had no more patience for his denial. There was no point in fighting it. His cock was still red from being denied release. Precum slowly dribbled from his slit and left a glinting trail on his abdomen.

Shinsou shoved his fingers inside, biting his lower lip to hold back the moans. He closed his eyes and moved his digits rapidly, assaulting his prostate. With his other hand, he stroked his cock, swiping his thumb over the tip with each pass. His hands moved in tandem, working tirelessly to bring him to climax. The quicker he could get there, the faster he could shower and drift into an exhausted sleep.

His stomach ached as a knot formed in its depths. The strain from the balls ruined his guts and made something that was supposed to be pleasurable, more painful instead. Though they both were the same in Shinsou's mind. The throbbing translated into a pulsation that only made his cock grow thicker with arousal. He panted heavily; his wrists burned from how quickly he worked his hands.

"Come. On," he grunted.

Shinsou gritted his teeth and tried to lose himself in the sound of the fluids mixing inside of him. He could feel them becoming less sticky and more gel-like. Fluids leaked from his hole and covered his hands and wrists.

After a few moments, Shinsou's vision started to blur. His breathing quickened, and his heart thumped out of his chest. He was so close he could feel his balls tightening up close to his body. He opened his eyes to see himself in the mirror, disheveled and sweaty. His skin was covered in angry red splotches, various liquids, and marks from lying on the carpet for so long. His gaze dropped. The sight of his sloppy hole being stretched open again combined with the steady leaking of his cock was all it took for him to finally crest over the edge.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his normally half-lidded eyes now wide with dilated pupils. His cheeks were rosy and streaked with tears. Shinsou moaned loud and long until he had run out of breath. His body stiffened as his hands moved to milk himself of everything he had. With his ass clenching, more and more fluids poured out. Some of it flowed like a faucet while the rest squirted free, drenching his bedding.

It took longer than expected, but after a few minutes, he was empty. He let his body relax and fall into the mattress. For a second, Shinsou was content. He felt…good. He finally released all of that pent-up arousal in one of the best orgasms he's ever experienced. It was like pure bliss had settled into his bones and weighed him down into the mattress. A weighted blanket of sorts. And he reveled in that feeling, committing it to memory.

He did this until all of what transpired previously came rushing back. All of the pain, humiliation, and regret. Shinsou wouldn’t be able to shake any of the uncomfortable feelings. He’d have to go to classes as if everything was normal. As if he wasn’t this disgusting creature that sold his ass for a few pages covered in chicken scratch.
Shinsou dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and let out a shaky break.

What kind of hero would let themselves be degraded so intensely? And then enjoy it to any extent? If Aizawa found out he’d never look at him the same again. Not only did he let himself be persuaded into something he now had no way out of, he couldn’t even complete a simple task.

Mineta’s words echoed in his head, ‘You’re weaker than I thought. You couldn't even read out loud. What kind of hero can't do a simple task? ’

Shinsou was a failure that couldn’t even accomplish what he needed, which wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was that he'd have to do it all over again next week.