u/preunbb

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Contains: >!circumcision humiliation, rupture, castration, mommy roleplay!<

Pain.

His world was pain. Nothing but pain. The boy groaned in agony as consciousness mercilessly flooded his mind. Nerves sang with electric pain, concentrated right between his legs. He tried to remember where he was. He tried to remember who he was.

When he looked up at the vision before him, he realised what had happened.

He’d died. He was dead, and this was the afterlife. He just wasn’t quite sure which one yet.

The pain between his legs told him it was hell. The breasts in his face, and the beautiful, wonderfully naked middle-aged woman they belonged to, told him it was heaven. Certainly, this angel was an improvement over a cherub with a harp. He just wished the pain would stop.

Her outline was soft and doubled, like everything else in the strange purgatory he’d ascended or descended into. She knelt between his legs, leaning over him with an expression somehow between sympathy and avarice. Her boobs were inches from his face, and when she noticed he was awake, she grabbed his face and pressed him into them. They were warm and deliciously supple against his face. The scent of sweat and womanly musk enveloped him completely.

This must be heaven. He instinctively tried to grab a handful, but something tugged his wrist tight.

“Oh Robert, sweetie, it's ok! Mommy has you. You're ok.” He was moderately sure that wasn't his name, but he didn't see the need to correct the angel yet. And he really hoped mommy was a title, or the fact that he was buried face-deep in her tits and rock hard might actually send him to hell.

“What…what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” His memories were still slippery, and he couldn't keep hold. Something almost came back to him, a pub, a…woman. He almost had it, but a lance of searing nutpain knocked it away.

“You played a prank on me. You always loved your pranks, and…you got me good, Robert. Really good. You were on the floor, hiding, and you grabbed my leg to make me trip — I didn't see you at all. You made me completely lose my balance.”

She sighed. “I'd always warned you not to prank me like that. But I think you're going to be a little more careful from now on.”

“What do you mean?” Cold fear tickled in the back of his brain. Fear. Something besides the burning agony in his scrotum felt very wrong.

“I landed right on your little…on your privates, dear. And I was wearing my heels. The really pointy ones.”

“I stepped on them good. Stomped on them, really. And you know I've gained a little weight since becoming a mom, and you had gotten naked, for some reason, so you didn’t have any protection at all…” she winced. “My toe came down full force onto your left testicle. Like, smack right on top of it.”

“No…”

She nodded sadly. “Like I said, you really should've been more careful, honey. At least you still have the right one.”

“What!?”

“Let this be a lesson for you. Don't prank mommy if you don't want her to accidentally pop your ball like a grape.”

POP

The sound…

That pain.

His memories came flooding back.

“GET OFF!!! Get the FUCK OFF OF ME!! LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”

Melody sighed again. “Well, that was fun while it lasted.”

---

Melody

Melody was happy but unsurprised to see her bonds were strong enough to withstand Ryan’s attempts to escape. She'd gotten quite good at tying boys up in her year playing with Malcolm, and Ryan was a good deal smaller than him. She kept her knee between his legs; his left ball was totally mush now, but he clearly still had some nerve endings in his ballsack for her to enjoy. She pressed him harder into her boobs to muffle his screams.

“I do appreciate you holding back, Ryan. I would've figured you for a quick shot, but I guess your real mom took that sensitivity away from you.”

“Oh God, my balls…what did you do?!”

“I popped one, obviously. And you managed not to cum. Very impressive, for a cum loaded virgin.”

Ryan started to hyperventilate. She eased up the pressure on his broken nut and watched as the truth set in.

“Please…I need to go to the hospital. They can save it. Please call an ambulance. They can still save it please!”

“No, Ryan, I promise they can't.” She pinched the left side of his scrotum between two fingers and rolled it around.

“See? It’s just mush.” Ryan bawled, and Melody felt herself getting wet again.

“I think Mommy needs to cum again, Ryan.”

“Please…I can’t…”

She turned around and sat on his face, cutting off the rest of his protests. Grinding her pussy against his mouth, she enjoyed the vibrations from his screams. Leaning forward, she lined her breasts up with his continuously rock-hard cock and wrapped them around it. He gasped.

“See? I know what’s best for you. You’ve been so good to me — eating me out, letting me play with you, even letting me pop you —” She hugged her massive boobs tightly, and his dick twitched and let out a massive splurt of precum. Bobbing up and down, she lubed up his cock thoroughly between her breasts and rocked back and forth on top of his face. His screams had turned to moans. She was sure his broken ball was still excruciating, but he could still enjoy the feeling of her tits against his dick.

“I shouldn’t tell you what to do now that you have some experience. Come on, Ryan, pick up the pace.” His tongue started sliding into and around her. She lifted up and gave his cock a pump with her breasts, and he sped up. Holding her boobs tight around his cock, she started to give him his first boobjob. His pink, bare little head nearly poked through her cleavage on each downstroke.

“You know, if you were just a little bigger, you could reach my mouth.” Her pussy muffled his whines entirely.

“No, I know you’re not tiny. If you were tiny, you couldn’t fit between my tits at all.” She grabbed them together with both hands and sped up the pace of her titfucking. She sped up even more, her tits a blur up and down his bare cock. His scrotum started to slap against her. Most boys’ ballsacks get really tight and rigid when they’re this close, but Melody figured being half-full meant his scrotum would still be floppy even when he was on the verge of cumming. She went even faster and as hard as she possibly could. Both his intact and broken ball were now slapping loudly against her boobs with each stroke, and the high-pitched screams beneath her told her that her boobjob was as painful as it was pleasurable.

“Aw, why are you crying, babe?” She panted as she neared her own orgasm, but didn’t let up on his cock at all. Leaning back and releasing his cock from her cleavage, she grabbed the shaft with both hands and began pumping as quickly and roughly as she possibly could; he was leaking more than enough precum to lubricate her hands. His damaged scrotum slapped against her with every stroke, over and over, gaining speed as she kept the rhythm of her pumping fast and painful. She could feel him screaming beneath her, thrashing desperately, probably begging her to slow down his inaugural handjob. The screams provided beautiful vibrations against her pussy, and ruining the little pleasure she was giving him with even more sack-slapping ballpain was truly so fucking satisfying. She quickly reached another edge.

“Oh FUCK, RYAN!” She gushed all over his face, letting go of his dick not a second too soon. His cock fired off spurt after spurt, but through her orgasm she was satisfied to see his cum stayed completely clear; she still hadn’t pushed him over the edge.

She grabbed his last ball with both hands, thankful it was large enough to fit both around, and squeezed as hard as she could, her fingers pressing it into her palm, deforming the organ deliciously around all ten points of pressure and causing it to bubble between her knuckles. She wriggled her fingers and felt some important piece of those delicate, tangled sperm-producing testicular insides give way and shift apart. She was sure she’d just snuffed out countless millions of his future children. His screams rose another octave.

Her orgasm petered off at last. She continued her deep tissue massage of his last gonad through her aftershocks, churning her fingers through the impressively sized organ, then finally let go. Rolling the swollen babymaker between her thumb and forefinger, she admired her work. It was still intact, unlike its brother, but it was definitely not the full, healthy organ it had been at the beginning of the night. Swollen from a respectable chicken egg into a ridiculous plum size, the thing was dotted with bruises and blotches. Some regions were still completely intact, but many more were squishy and giving like a badly bruised fruit. Mapping out the exquisite pain of his agony, she wondered if it was too big yet. It had certainly swollen up a lot since she’d sized it up earlier.

But no. It would work. The change in size had come with a corresponding change in pliability. She slid down and flipped around, straddling his waist. Her pussy was now closer to his cock and ball than it had been all night. Melody smiled down at him.

“What do you want to do next, Ryan?”

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Ryan

“I need to go to the hospital.”

Sometime between losing his ball and being forced to lick her to another selfish orgasm, Ryan had a realisation.

There had never been a chance of losing his virginity in this flat.

Against all reason, he still wanted her, badly. He could feel the heat of her pussy centimetres from his dick. Every cell of his body was screaming out, urging him to thrust forward and slide inside. But she’d just hop off his dick, tease him to another edge, and then…stomp his bollock into pudding, or twist it until it snapped off, or some other horrible testicular war crime he couldn’t imagine. He needed to get himself under control and focus on saving what remained of his sex life before she ended it forever. He needed to stop focusing on what he wanted, and focus on what he needed. And what he needed was to remain a biological man (or at least, half of one).

Even though she’d just inched her way upwards. Even though her pussy lips were now on top of his cock, pressing it against his belly, hotdogging its numbed, circumcised underside. Even though, if she just adjusted herself a tiny bit more and pointed him upwards, he could slide into her dripping wet cunt, and could finally feel that one core experience that defined every other man’s life, that sensation he’d imagined thousands of times in bed while stroking himself.

He definitely needed to ignore all of that.

“Aw, are you sure?”

“Yes. Hospital. Now.”

“But sweetie…You still haven’t gone inside of me. Don’t you want to feel inside mommy? I promised, remember?”

“You’re not going to let me,” he said sullenly. “You already told me. I’d broken my promise, so you broke yours. You’re going to trick me, or pull away at the last second, or pop my other ball, or…something. I don’t know.”

“No, Ryan, I mean it. You’ve been so good to me. I know losing your little nut was uncomfortable, but you’ve made me cum so hard…I just want to make it up to you.”

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.” He was almost shaking. “It was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt, Melody. Do you know what it feels like when your bollock fucking explodes?”

“Hm. No, I suppose I don’t. I’ve seen it happen to enough other boys, I understand it’s not too fun though.”

Of course she’d done this before. Why wasn’t he surprised?

“And it’s…gone. It’s just gone now.”

“I know. And it’s not coming back, not ever. You’re going to be my cute little half-man for the rest of your life.”

“But…Ryan, sweetie, it’s over now. You paid a very high price for something, and wouldn’t it be a waste if you didn’t get what you paid for?”

“And what’s that?” He spat sarcastically. “More bollock torture? Are you going to pop my last one too? It’s not bad enough that I’m half a man now, you need to neuter me completely for your sick fetish? I know you’re not going to fuck me. Stop messing with my head.”

“I’m serious, Ryan. I’ll call an ambulance if you really want, but I’d rather ride you first.”

A glimmer of hope wormed its way past his defences.

“You’re lying.”

“I promise, I’m not.”

She had a point. He still hated her for what she did to him, but hate wouldn’t bring his ball back.

“So, what do you say?”

“...You’re really going to let me inside of you?”

“Yes, Ryan. I absolutely promise.”

“And you’ll let me cum?”

She laughed. “Well, that’s up to you. I’m going to enjoy myself mostly. I can be a little selfish like that. But no, I won’t intentionally stop you from cumming anymore.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, Ryan.”

“Ok. Ok, yeah, let’s…let’s have sex.”

She stroked his cheek and leaned over seductively.

“Oh Ryan. I didn’t quite say that.”

She slid down more, her pussy lips leaving his cock. She reached behind her and grabbed his last ball. He started shaking.

“No no no…no more busting. You promised. No more pain…”

“I definitely didn’t promise that, Ryan. I was very careful with my words.” She was straddling his ball now, and he felt her fingers press against it. The entrance to her pussy was very, very wet.

“You promised!”

“I promised you’d get me off and go inside of me. I’m not breaking those promises.”

She considered for a second. “I also said I’d avoid any permanent damage…I guess I didn’t keep that promise. But you broke your promise too. One broken promise for one broken nut — that seems fair to me.”

She pushed his nut against her. His stomach dropped as he comprehended her plan.

“You LIED!”

“Technically, I didn’t.”

“You TRICKED ME!”

“Well. Yeah.”

Her fingers stabbed into him, and his bollock slid inside her.

He’d seen anatomical diagrams of pussies, and had certainly watched enough porn, to know the opening inside was distinctly not testicle-shaped. It was a long, thin crevasse, going up between her lips deep inside her. As his ball flattened out between the two sides, he experienced it firsthand, feeling every distinct ridge and soft pleasurable fold meant for his dick flattening out and squeezing a very different part of his anatomy.

When she’d compressed his nut in her hands, her fingers had dug in sharply, but at least his ball could bulge out between where she wasn’t squeezing, giving him some relief. Her pussy had no such pressure outlet; she squeezed him now from every direction, absolutely equally, crushing and deforming him into a shape more fitting for herself. His massive babymaker almost squirted out of her dripping pussy, but she used one hand to keep it inside, pressing it deeper and deeper into her, until all at once it reached some new widening inside and slid forward of its own accord. His nutcords stretched away from him as she pulled him deeper inside, not even using her hands anymore.

It was quite painful. Melody rocked on top of him slowly, her face flushed but triumphant.

“I knew I could get the fucker in. How's it feel to finally be inside a woman, Ryan?”

“IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!”

She ignored him. “They say giving birth makes a woman loose, you know. I was terribly self-conscious about that when I was younger. My doctor recommended kegels, so I did those every day. Do you know what kegels are?”

Ryan shook his head frantically. “No no no. Please don't, Melody.”

“It's where you squeeze your pelvic floor. Supposed to exercise all those muscles, keep me nice and tight. I’m not sure if it worked, though. What do you think?”

“You’re tight, I promise. You’re really really tight, Melody.” He tried not to focus on how good that tightness would’ve felt around his dick.

“Are you sure? I think I can make it tighter. Here, I'll show you what a kegel is like.”

She bit her lip, sticking her tongue out and closing one eye with effort. He saw her soft abs tense. The omnidirectional vise surrounding his bollock squeezed even tighter somehow. His vision went white when the pain hit.

“Did you feel that?”

“YES! God, stop, please!”

She loosened her pussy’s grip, then tightened it again. This time, he could definitely feel something crack, and he started panicking.

“MELODY! SOMETHING BROKE!”

“God, I know.” She had a small smile on her face. “I could feel that too.”

“PLEASE! It’s my last nut!!! Please, for all of your fantasies and your…foreplay, can’t you please just let me keep one?”

She leaned over him as she continued, dangling her boobs in his face, and he could faintly feel the stiff poke of her clit against the bottom of his dick. She was rubbing against him, selfishly taking her pleasure from his cock without allowing him anything but pain. Mere centimetres separated his needy virgin cock from the cunt that was supposed to deflower it.

“No, Ryan. You can’t. I’m going to pop it inside my pussy, unless you can manage to hold out.”

“WHY?!”

“Because I love this.” Squeeze. Crackle.

“I love busting nuts. I love feeling that pop. I love knowing what you’ll lose out on.” Squeeze. Squick

“I have for years. Since high school, and college. I was a demon. I neutered boys left and right. Some deserved it. Most didn’t. And then…I felt bad. I felt like I was broken. I thought, ‘Why can’t I just enjoy normal sex like other girls? What’s wrong with me?’”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“I don’t know. I’m just kinky, I guess. Castration is a shockingly common fetish in women these days, you know.”

“...WHAT THE FU-GUH?!” Another tight squeeze. Another nauseating crunch.

“I guess you wouldn’t know. You’ve never been with a girl, have you? And porn aimed at men certainly doesn’t show any pops.”

“PLEASE!”

“It’s the feeling of it all. The physicality. The way a ball holds out for so long, against my foot, or my thumb, or my…” She bit her lip and quivered as she gave the hardest squeeze yet. His vision went white.

“...My ‘quim’. But it’s more than just the physical feeling — I like destroying you. I like messing with your head and making you think you had a chance to walk out of this apartment with your balls intact.”

“I like knowing that, after we’re done, you’ll never have kids, and likely never get a hard-on again. I like knowing you’ll spend the rest of your life with an empty scrotum flapping between your legs, reminding you of that one desperate, magical night you got so close to losing your virginity.”

“I like knowing this is going to be the single most painful, memorable, important, nauseating, soul-crushing hour of your entire existence. And for me…It’s just going to be one more night of sexual relief. I don’t even know if I’ll remember your name in a year or two. But I think you’ll always remember me. Oh fuck.” Ryan felt a gush of wetness over his cock, and realised how close she was to yet another orgasm.

He tried to control himself and get his emotions under control. It was hard when he could literally feel his last testicle breaking away piece by piece, but through the haze and horror of what was happening, he realised that anger and begging wasn’t going to get him anywhere. His balls had been doomed since he’d entered this cursed flat. But maybe he could get something from her before she took everything from him. Ryan switched to bargaining.

“Please…Can’t I just…Can’t I just cum, once? If you’re going to pop it anyway? I’ve waited 27 years. I’ve…I’ve been a good guy. I’ve never harassed any women. Whenever I get turned down for a date, I take it nicely. I’m not a creep. I just…I just want to know what it feels like.”

“Just once, before you —” He swallowed hard. “Before you castrate me.”

“Oh Ryan.” She kissed him on the forehead. “That’d ruin all the fun. But, honestly, even I can’t control you that much. Most boys splatter their load when their last ball pops. I’m sure you’ll do the same. I might even touch your dick while you do it, assuming I’ve already orgasmed.”

“Can you at least do it before it pops?”

“Definitely not. But…I’m getting close — Fuck that feels good. You know, women squeeze even harder when we cum, right? It’ll be harder than I can squeeze on purpose, even with my kegels.”

“Please, god no…”

“You’re really doing a fantastic job fucking me with your ball. It’s even better than most of the cock I’ve taken. It’s almost a shame this will be our last time together.”

He grasped at the sliver of hope she dangled in front of him. “Then don’t! Let me keep it! I…I can fuck you with it again! You can put my ball in you, and crush it, or…or kick me as hard as you want! I won’t even run, or scream. Er, unless you want me to! Please, Melody, just…please let me keep it.”

“Ahhh, Ryan. You are so cute.” She ground against his cock harder, and he reached another edge, his cock spurting several full blasts of precum onto his belly.

“Keep begging like that, and I just might.”

“PLEASE LET ME KEEP IT! LET ME KEEP MY BALL! DON’T NEUTER ME, DON’T CASTRATE ME! I CAN STILL BE A MAN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—”

“Oh GOD that’s perfect, honey —”

Her words cut off and she shrieked like a banshee. A bucket of her girl cum covered him, and she began her orgasm.

And Ryan felt her pussy walls pinch together completely, tighter than he could squeeze his own fist. With a gushing, muffled plmf, his last testicle detonated completely inside of her. He heard it just milliseconds before he felt it, searing pain shooting up the torn remnants of his spermatic cords, every part of his body suffusing with agony, his mind blue-screened entirely by the irreversible implications — and yet, he just focused on what she’d said before. He might have one last chance, at least to cum, if he could just…If he could just stay conscious enough to enjoy —

---

Melody

Melody wriggled back and forth on top of Ryan, smiling down at the boy as his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Inside of her, she squeezed hard, grinding anything solid into mush with her pussy, while her clit ground against his still-throbbing cock outside. No final release for him, then. The thought of denying him even that last indignity drove her into another gasping orgasm.

When that was finished, she got to her feet shakily. Ryan’s ballbag slid out of her, still shockingly full, albeit with absolutely nothing resembling a solid testicle sloshing around inside. His dick was, absurdly, still hard.

“I’m ready, Malcolm,” she said, loud enough for him to hear, and Malcolm opened the closet door and stepped out. His massive cock jutted out the full 9 inches in front of him, his scrotum stretched along with it and drooping low to display his own solitary testicle. He stared at Ryan, who was splayed out on the bed. The one-balled man shuddered at the sight of the eunuch’s empty, mushy scrotum, but he also wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking again.

“Do you want to kick me, or squeeze me first? Or…Do you need to get your high heels?”

Smiling lustily, she squatted over Ryan’s face and bent over to present herself to him.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Malcolm, but…I think I’ve had enough ballbusting for right now. I just really need a good fuck.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

---

Ryan

Ryan tried to make sense of what he was looking at.

This was a nightmare, for sure. Or a dream, like one final fantasy of what could’ve been. What his life would’ve looked like if he’d actually convinced her to let him keep one of his testes. Why he was fantasising about a time after losing a testicle, instead of while he had been fully intact, made no sense. But this definitely couldn’t be real.

The pussy being fucked just centimetres from his face was most certainly Melody’s. His doppelganger was fucking Melody with wild abandon, the exact same way he’d been fantasising about all night. The single low-hanging testicle in his sack slapped forward with each grunting thrust, hitting her clit and making her moan. She wasn’t squeezing him, or hurting him, or popping him. And apparently, he fantasised about having a dick ten centimetres longer.

“Oh…oh Ryan, you’re awake!” Melody’s panting reached his ears. “Do you like what you see?”

With growing horror, he tried to pinch himself, but his arms were still tied up. This was horribly real, yet again. He didn’t even get the mercy of a few minutes of amnesia before the horror of reality set in. His testicles were gone, forever, dissolved into an agonising mush. And now, some other man was fucking her? This was some guy he would’ve felt sorry for, maybe even made fun of, just a day ago for being only half a man. Now, Ryan had never been more jealous of anyone in his life. He closed his eyes and started to cry.

“Keep them open, Ryan. Now! I want you to see what you’re missing. I know you never got a chance to try it, but at least you’re getting to see Malcolm enjoy my pussy up close. I’m serious, open your eyes or I’ll snip your dick off too.”

Reluctantly, Ryan pried his eyes back open.

“Isn’t it hot? I took Malcolm’s first nut, a year ago, but he’s still got the other. And he’s definitely still functional. Just let us finish up here and we’ll take you to the hospital when we’re done.”

Ryan’s cock was somehow, pointlessly erect through the whole cruel monologue.

They fucked for hours. He tried to focus on the searing pain in his ballsack to hopefully try to make his brain short-circuit into unconsciousness again. When that didn’t work, he tried his best not to think about it, and try to avoid the searing pain and what he knew would be lifelong changes as a result.

He even tried to cum. His cock stayed hard the whole time, and he could bob it up and down just a bit, just barely enough to make contact with his own waistline. His cockhead was so, so sensitive, and he could almost get over the edge, but even after hours of that gentle, barely felt touch, he couldn’t manage to spurt. He sobbed as Malcolm let out a roar and squirted into the beautiful pussy above yet again.

---

Melody

Melody smiled at the hospital receptionist. “Hi, I’m here to see my son?”

“Of course, ma’am. What’s his name?”

“Ryan!”

“Um, and his last name, please?”

Melody frowned. “Please, miss. I just want to see my son. He had a really bad injury, he’s really traumatized, and he needs his mother.”

“Ok, I understand, I just need his —”

Melody pinched herself beneath the desk, forcing tears out. “I…I don’t have time to do paperwork, or answer all these questions!”

“Right, I understand, but just to find him —”

“He lost his balls, do you understand?!” She sobbed at the woman. “He’s nutless, and he’ll never have sex, and I’ll never have grandchildren. Do you get it? Can you just let me comfort my fucking son?!”

“Ok! Ok.” The nurse swallowed hard. “Yeah, I…we know him, of course. He’s the first double orchiectomy we’ve had in decades. He was very memorable. You know, we don’t exactly cut off a lot of balls around here. Do you know what happened?”

“Hm?” Melody hadn’t prepared for such an absurd question. Even small hospitals where she lived tended to process five to ten castrations a day, she happened to know.

“Oh. Um, he…tripped. He fell really hard. Please, just let me see him.”

“Um, just down the hall, to the left.”

“Thank you!” Melody hurried to see her ‘son’.

---

Ryan

Ryan lay back miserably in his hospital bed, his legs still suspended in the stirrups. His empty scrotum and limp dick hung loosely below his hospital gown. He was just going through the short list of people he needed to inform about his newly found sterility. His step-mother and his family doctor were just about the only people who’d really care, and he was just contemplating the dreadful act of explaining this to either of them when Melody opened the door. His eyes went wide.

“I told them not to let you in…”

“Mom’s always got her ways.”

“You’re not my mum.”

“Well, they didn’t know that.” She looked underneath his gown, down between his legs and grinned.

“Wow. They took it all out, didn’t they? I bet that feels familiar. The surgeon was a woman, I think? Feels familiar being back in a hospital, getting your bits snipped away?”

“What do you want? What more can you possibly take from me?”

She shrugged. “Nothing, really. I mean, I could actually snip your dick off, but honestly that’s never really been my thing, you know?”

“I’m so glad to hear it,” he said acidly.

“I actually wanted to offer you something.”

“No.”

“Aw.” She furrowed her brow. “You didn’t even let me explain!”

“There’s nothing you possibly have that I could want. Just leave me alone, please.”

“Oh honey, I think we both know there’s one thing you still want.” She walked up to him, her pussy directly at face height, and lifted her skirt up. Once again, she was pantiless.

Somehow, against all logic, his cock sprang to life. He gasped in pain as it pulled on the stitches in his scrotum. The doctors had warned him about this; he’d still have some remnants of his libido swishing around inside of him, but once the last of his hormones wore off, he’d be limp forever.

“See? You’re still twitching for me. Wow, you’re really hard!”

“You didn’t even let me cum one last time.” She shrugged.

“I told you, that was up to you. I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but it’s not all bad.”

“Not all bad,” he repeated softly. “You fucking popped my balls.”

“You got to taste my pussy, at least. That was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Thanks. How selfless of you.”

“I know. And you were so good at it, Ryan! For your first time ever, you were honestly really impressive.”

“Well, that’s useless now, isn’t it? No point learning to eat pussy if I’m never going to have a girlfriend.”

“That’s not true. I mean, you’re definitely not going to get a girlfriend, but your pussy eating can still be useful.”

She frowned. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I’d really like it if you came back to the States with me.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?!”

“Well, to be my eunuch slave, of course.” She said it like it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. Ryan gaped at her, but irrationally, something inside him stirred to life.

“I mean, really, Ryan. What do you have left here? Do you have a really important job you need to go back to? A family to take care of? A girl you’ve got a crush on?” He had several of the last, but he knew she included it just to drive home how pointless a crush was for him now. But the rest…His dead end office job wouldn’t miss him. His family lived hours away and they’d never been close.

She was right. He didn’t have much reason to stay, and this was the closest to a life partner he’d ever got. The closest to any woman he’d ever got, really. And she really couldn’t take anything more from him, at this point.

What was he thinking?! He tried to shake himself out of her spell.

“No. Fuck no. It’s another trick. It’s another…you’re going to…”

“What, Ryan? What ‘trick’ can I play on you now? You lost your most vulnerable bits — you’re safe from any real torture.”

She stared at his quivering dick, and bit her lip. “And you know…it is possible for eunuchs to have sex.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not getting pegged, and the doctor said —”

“Oh, fuck the doctor. They don’t know anything about castration around here. I can tell you, from personal experience, some eunuchs can still manage an erection. It’s really rare; I’ve only seen three guys do it after losing their nuts, so that’s about a one in one hundred chance. But…your little guy seems especially active. You might be one of the lucky ones.”

“And I promise you this: If you ever manage to get hard after you’re healed up, I’ll actually let you fuck me.” She leaned over him and stroked his hair. “Of course, Malcolm would still be my main toy, but your tongue is truly something magical. I’ve never had a boy eat me so eagerly, even while I was hurting him. I’d be happy to let you see what real sex would’ve been like, some day, in exchange for your service. Assuming you’re capable, of course. I’m sure it won’t feel as good as it would’ve when you still had all your bits intact, but that’s better than nothing, right?”

“You’re…you’re lying.”

“No, Ryan, I promise. And even if we never have real sex, you will get to eat my pussy as much as you’ll ever want. You’ll never have to be alone or fuck your fist again. I’ve got a spare room; I can take care of you.”

Every reasonable line of thought led him to reject her. He almost certainly wasn’t going to be able to get an erection. If, somehow, what she was saying was true, and he was part of that lucky one percent, she wouldn’t let him fuck her.

But through that, there was still a sliver of a chance of hope. He turned to her, her darkly furred pussy lining up perfectly with his line of sight. Just beneath her hair, he could make out that cleft that had suffocated him twice before castrating him. Even now, it was the only thing he could think about.

“Ok.”

She smiled victoriously down at him, then slid her hand beneath his gown and gently stroked his dick. When he was quivering on the edge yet again, her hand moved lower, and he winced in pain when she made contact with his stitches. She was much gentler with his ballsack now that she’d emptied it, and his anaesthesia still kept most of the pain at bay, but he was still deeply uncomfortable with being touched there. He hadn’t even been able to bring himself to feel up his own empty ballsack yet. But he did his best to stay quiet as she rolled the flap of skin that had been his manhood around in her hands.

“Good boy.” With two gentle pats of his groin, she left the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.

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Contains: >!circumcision humiliation, rupture, castration, mommy roleplay!< Melody Seduces a Virgin — Part 1 of 2 · Meet Cute, Cute Meat

Ryan sat at the counter of the pub, fidgeting awkwardly as he nursed his pint. He was aware of how to flirt, theoretically. He'd read books and advice online walking him through his many shortcomings and failures and weak spots and strong spots. The issue had been putting any of it into practice.

At 27 years old, he was depressingly inexperienced. He’d tried everything. Self help, therapy, liquid courage — nothing seemed to get him any closer to even a single date, let alone that distant, fantastical goal of the touch of a real woman. He’d never so much as kissed one, despite everything he tried.

He crossed his legs in discomfort from the painful effects of his current effort at self-improvement. “Seminal retention” was supposed to give him some kind of super confidence, animal magnetism and “thoughtform attractiveness” — whatever that meant — but all the four weeks of abstinence had given him so far was an incredibly sore, full set of blue balls, and the complete inability to focus on anything but the women around him. As it turned out, women didn’t find a drooling, leering pervert any more appealing than the shy, mumbling soft boy he’d been when he was still emptying his balls regularly.

A couple of drunk girls walked by, short skirts swishing around pale flesh, and he caught a whiff of their pheromones. He groaned and spread his legs apart more, his cock throbbing just from the thought of viable pussy so tantalisingly close yet out of reach. He manspread shamelessly on the pub stool to relieve some of the pressure in the throbbing, purple plums as his cock tented his trousers and drooled the tiniest drop of precum inside his underwear.

Still, if this discomfort actually landed him sex — like, real pussy, on a real woman, instead of his lube-slick hand for the billionth time — it was worth it. Anything was worth that, at this point. Ryan was desperate. He dreaded turning 30 without experiencing that one basic, eternal human comfort. Everyone he’d known had lost their virginity years ago — and while his friends never mocked him for it, he could tell from the sidelong glances and subtle questioning they were beginning to wonder if he’d ever find a romantic partner, female or otherwise.

He just needed to find a woman he could talk to. He scanned the room gloomily, looking for a woman he didn’t find too intimidating to talk to, and found himself coming up short. A well-dressed older American woman was sitting alone, vastly beautiful and definitely out of his league. Some drunk uni girls looked like they were having a fun night and were low on inhibitions, but the thought of approaching four girls at once made him queasy. Two women sat with their boyfriends. Another girl was sipping her whiskey and swiping idly on her phone, obviously not wanting to be bugged. Was this seriously how he was supposed to meet someone?

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Ryan blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing and hearing.

“Hello?”

There was no way she was real. Or rather, there was no way that the American woman had got out of her booth, walked up to him, and stood before him offering to buy him a drink. Her generous cleavage filled out her tight black dress and then some, deliciously squeezed tightly and bursting out above the low cut of her dress. Two subtle but unmistakable points helpfully informed Ryan she was braless. Dirty blonde hair covered her bare shoulders, and she was smiling hungrily at him, like a pet shop customer who’d just seen the kitten they wanted to take home.

He crossed his legs in a futile attempt to hide his boner. She stared brazenly, then met his eyes and grinned.

Ryan tried to think of anything intelligent to say. He failed.

“I…already have a drink.” LITERALLY the stupidest possible thing. How could he fuck up something as easy as this?

She blinked, confused, but shrugged it off. “Well, I don’t. What are you buying me?”

He stammered and ordered something random from the bartender. She didn’t seem to notice or care what it was, paying the man without taking her eyes off his crotch.

“Do you…come here often?” he sputtered like an idiot.

She laughed. “No, not really. I’m from out of town. Way out of town, actually. I just flew to England for a little vacation. Er, a holiday.” She smiled at him, and he practically melted into his seat.

“My son just headed off to college — or, uh, uni as y’all call it — and I have the house to myself for the first time in years. I’d always wanted to see England.”

At that, Ryan knew there had to be divine intervention involved here. No tourist flew across the Atlantic fucking ocean for the chance to see this nothing town in the middle of nowhere, an hour from London or any interesting civilisation. He couldn’t figure it out, and it didn’t matter. Her hand was on his thigh. Touching him. Physically.

He throbbed against his jeans, and he knew her hand was close enough to feel the fabric move.

“Do you?”

“Um…Do I what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Come a lot.”

He stared at her.

“Come here often? Since you live nearby, presumably?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just…Yeah, no I mean. I don’t come. I mean, I don’t come to this pub — I usually, uh. Just stay home.”

“Are you having trouble hearing me, cutie?” He definitely couldn’t have heard that right.

“Sorry! Sorry. It’s so noisy in here.”

“Want to find something more private?”

“Oh! Yeah.” Ryan nodded to an empty booth in the corner. “Can we talk over there?”

Her hand abruptly moved lower, and he gasped.

“I was thinking something much more private.” She leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. Her hand continued wandering, sliding under his waistband, and down until…

She touched him. He felt it like an electric shock, the first touch of a woman on his dick. She smiled satisfiedly at him as he went silent, trying his best to keep himself under control. Her hand drifted even lower and wrapped around his balls. The mysterious, nameless woman rolled them around, just firm enough to elicit the tiniest twinge of pain, deliciously hefting his manhood and sizing him up. Ryan felt like a piece of meat, but his cock quivered above her probing hand, drooling precum. Should he apologize for making a mess on her? She definitely didn’t seem to mind, and there was no way she was missing the globs of clear, sticky man-sap he was covering her hand and the inside of his underwear with.

“My apartment isn’t too far.” She giggled. “Sorry, my flat.”

She squeezed her own handful flat, and Ryan gasped in pain. Her eyes widened.

“Oops! I’m really sorry. Thought I had your cock there. Er, sorry, your todger.”

Ryan’s eyes watered but he tried to stay cool. “We…we say cock here too. It’s ok! Just an accident, ma’am.” Stupid. He addressed her like she was a teacher or his mum, not a potential girlfriend.

“Yeah, of course.” She grinned. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”

“Ryan.” He hadn’t even fucking asked her name yet. “Um. And you, ma’am? I mean, miss?”

“Ma’am works fine, Ryan. I’m Melody.”

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Ryan

On their Uber to her city-centre flat, Melody repeatedly apologized to Ryan for the humbleness of her place. Ryan nodded shakily, figuring her AirBnB couldn’t be worse than his studio flat. He wasn’t thinking too focused on that at all, to be honest. She was still idly playing with his cock and balls in the back of the cab. Her hand would drift up his cock, circling the head and milking out a thick glob of precum, leaving him right on the edge before pulling away.

Occasionally she’d drift lower and fondle his testicles, rolling them gently but firmly back and forth, which sent a chill up his spine. She didn't accidentally squeeze him again, but some sixth sense seemed to tell him his plums were in mortal danger every time her hand circled them.

It was just nervousness at getting to lose his virginity, of course. He just needed to get over it. He moaned as her thumb traced back up the bottom of his cock, probing inquisitively into the bottom of his cockhead.

“Oh.” Melody sounded slightly disappointed. “Are you cut, Ryan?”

He winced and nodded.

“I thought they didn’t circumcise over here.”

“They don’t. When I was 20, the doctor said I had a medical issue – it was too tight, or something — and I had to get it cut.”

“Wow.” She unzipped his trousers and flopped his cock out.

“Melody!”

“Oh, relax. The driver can’t see back here.” She circled his cock head with her hand, swirling his precum around for lube. “Very high and tight, isn’t it? I figured most guys would’ve gotten it low and loose, if they could choose.” Her thumb probed into the bottom of his cockhead, and she gasped.

“And you had them take out your frenulum, too?”

“No,” he said bitterly, “I didn’t. I’d wanted it low, and loose, and I’d specifically discussed with the doctor to make sure she wouldn’t cut my frenulum off. I hadn’t been with a girl — at that point — but I’d…I mean, I’d masturbated, and I knew those bits felt really good, and read online about how I’d lose all this sensation if she cut them off.”

“But my step-mum was with me, and after anaesthesia, she talked to the surgeon again. Made some specific alterations so they’d gouge all of that away, I guess, and stretch it super drum tight so I’d have as little foreskin and sensation left as possible. When I asked her about it after, she just shrugged and said that was how circumcisions were supposed to be. Like she’d never even heard of it any other way, or even given it a second thought.”

“Oh Ryan. You poor boy.” She swirled her palm around his bare, numbed cockhead. “She really did you a favor though, you know.”

“She took away all the best parts.”

“You’re still plenty sensitive, boy. Look at how twitchy you are.” She squeezed tight, and he arched his back so hard he lifted off the seat. Another giant splurt of precum coated her hand. “You’d probably have blown your load by now if you’d gotten cut your way.”

“Ahh! I suppose so — oh god!”

“See? Mom always knows best.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t you rather last long enough to get inside me?”

“Ok, ok, ok ok ok.” He hyperventilated as she mercilessly teased him to the edge, letting go of his bare dick right before he actually blew his load.

“You want that, don’t you? You’re going to hold your cum back until I say, right?” Ryan frantically nodded.

“Yes Melody — oh god. Please…please go easier.”

“I’m going to do exactly as I please with you, Ryan. Trust me. I know my way around a full pair of balls.” The driver pulled to a stop in front of a very expensive looking block of flats.

“Ok.”

“Good boy. Look, we’re here.” Melody unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, leaving him to awkwardly tuck his leaky, quivering member back into his jeans before the Uber driver noticed.

---

Ryan gawped at the “humble” lodgings. He’d been expecting an AirBNB, not one of these posh modern flats. The place looked like something out of a magazine, with sharp lines, glass surfaces, and furniture that seemed more like art than something you were allowed to sit on.

“I know it isn’t much, but it was as nice as I could find on short notice. This whole trip to England was pretty last minute. Before he moved out, my son and I had a sort of…falling out, near the end of his senior year, and we haven’t been talking, really. I was lonely, and just wanted an adventure. And to find someone to keep me, you know…A little less lonely.”

“Of course! I…I can do that.” His cock tented his jeans again. She laughed.

“I’m sure you can. You can take your boxers off, Ryan. I can tell you’re a little uncomfortable there.”

“Um.” He frowned. “Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”

“When I’m ready, boy. Let’s take it one step at a time. Do you want a drink?” Without waiting for his response, she opened a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. She held them and stared at him expectantly, arching an eyebrow.

“Come on, Ryan. I spent the whole ride here playing with your cock. It’s hardly the time to be shy now, is it? Show mommy what you’re packing down there.”

As excited as he was for this, this wasn’t quite how he’d pictured it. Certainly, he hadn’t expected losing his virginity to make him feel so small. He pulled his trousers down, then took a deep breath and flopped his briefs down as well. His cock caught on the elastic band as it went down and flipped up, spattering himself with clear drops of prejaculate.

Melody grinned wolfishly. “Gorgeous. It’s so smooth and shiny. Most American guys don’t get theirs cut that tightly, but girls always prefer it when it’s snipped as cleanly as possible. You really are lucky, Ryan. Even if you’re not quite as big as some other guys.”

“I’m not small,” he said defensively. Melody shrugged.

“Well, you’re not tiny. I’ve certainly seen bigger, though. Have a seat. Spread your legs apart so I can really take a look at you.”

He took a seat at the end of the loveseat, and reluctantly spread his legs apart. His balls slid out and rolled onto the cold leather. His cock bobbed eagerly above, stretched tight and shiny bare, precum dribbling down its smooth underside.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she purred. “How long have you been filling them up, Ryan?”

He blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Your balls, Ryan. They’re clearly very full. They’re so tight, and almost purple. Has it been three weeks since you had a release?” She grinned. “Come on, you can tell me. How long since you’ve had sex, Ryan? Who was the last lucky girl to drain those plums dry?”

“Um.” He coughed. He’d expected tonight’s activities to be more focused on his dick, but at least she wasn’t implying he was too small for her anymore.

“It’s been four weeks since I’ve…released, I guess. And…I’ve never been with a girl before.”

Melody stopped short. “Wait. Seriously? How old are you?”

He blushed. “27, ma’am. But I’ve never really found the right person. You know, it’s hard —”

“Oh, but the American MILF who groped you in the bar is your soulmate?” She chuckled.

“It’s ok, Ryan. You’ve been trying to lose your virginity for a while, haven’t you?”

“...yeah, I have. Just haven’t had much luck. If you want someone more experienced, I understand.”

“Oh Ryan, nothing is further from the truth. Do you know how lucky I am? Two swollen balls, packed tight full of cum, attached to a totally inexperienced guy, who’s just desperate for my touch…You are absolutely perfect.”

“I mean, I could tell you weren’t the most macho man in the world, even back in the pub. I didn’t realize just how wimpy you were.” He whimpered.

“I’m not a wimp.”

“We’ll see about that, sweetie. But it’s ok. I don’t need some big, hung manly man tonight. I need someone I can play with, and use, and do anything I want to. Someone I can teach about all the stuff I like in bed, who’s not going to pout or cry or tell me no. Are you going to tell me no tonight, Ryan?”

“No. I mean, uh…I’ll agree to everything. I promise.”

She laughed. “Good boy. Here, have some wine.”

---

As Melody sauntered over to her victim, she reminisced over the last year.

One year since that fateful month. One year since she’d felt Malcolm’s testicle explode beneath her thumb. One year since visiting her own son in the recovery ward, his legs splayed wide apart in the stirrups to give her a clear view at his empty scrotum. One year since she’d had to deal with the reality that she’d never get grandchildren, and watch her only son’s manhood slowly shrivel up day after day as his testosterone left him permanently.

Life at home had been awkward after that. Robert hadn’t wanted much to do with her, even through all of her apologies. She couldn’t blame him, really; watching your own mom masturbate while you’re screaming in pain from your last ruptured testicle had to take a toll on any guy. Feeling your own final drops of semen leak out, knowing you’ll never have any sexual pleasure for the rest of your life, while the one woman who was supposed to protect you was shaking from the pleasure of watching would hurt any boy.

And on top of that, she hadn’t been able to resist Malcolm. At first she’d tried to keep her trysts with her son’s one-nutted friend stealthy, but it was impossible; Melody had never been able to keep herself quiet during a good orgasm, and Malcolm provided plenty. She knew she should be a little more sympathetic to her eunuch son’s plight, but the uniball boy was just so irresistible. His throbbing cock filled her hungry pussy so perfectly, and the remainder of his manhood made for a fantastic stress toy before, during, and after their hookups.

For foreplay, she’d slam a cheeky knee into Malcolm’s crotch until he was wheezing. During sex, she’d use it like a handhold, pulling as hard as she could to speed him up or crushing his nut pancake-flat when she wanted him to slow down. Afterwards, she’d lay next to the quivering, crying boy, softly probing the organ, luxuriating in whatever new damage she’d inflicted, pressing him into her bosom when her thumb sank into a particularly bruised patch of gonad meat. Malcolm proved that a boy could be just as fun with a half empty sack as a full one. Their trysts were stimulating enough to keep Melody distracted from her son’s loud sobbing in the room next door.

But eventually, Robert went off to college, and Melody found herself hungry again, in a way she hadn’t been for years. His castration had reawakened something insatiable inside of her, and torturing Malcolm’s last nut only staved it off without providing her the satisfaction she really needed.

Melody craved castration. She needed it like she needed air or water.

The sleepy town in the middle of the English countryside provided a perfect hunting ground for her. Thousands of miles away, nobody knew who she was, and nobody would be able to track her down when she’d finished with her victim. And Ryan was truly the perfect victim, even more so than she’d expected. She’d sized him up as a single, sexually frustrated young man with an inferiority complex from across the room, but she hadn’t realized just how true that was.

Four weeks of blueballing and a lifetime of virginity. Roiling, cum-packed blueballs attached to a weak-willed boy who melted in her hand. He even bore a passing resemblance to her son. After decades of abstention and self-control from her urge to neuter any and every healthy man she knew, he was the perfect victim to finally indulge in.

He was sitting on her couch, his lovely balls puddled out between his legs, the constant stream of precum from his modest erection pooling in the dimple between his scrotum and his member. Ryan looked up at her like a scared puppy, nervous but eager. She walked over with both glasses of wine, smirking, and ‘tripped’.

Melody was well experienced in this exact ‘accident’ by now. Expertly turning to avoid spilling any of the expensive vintage, she fell forward into his lap, her left knee extended. With his legs spread apart and his balls as large as they were, she couldn’t have missed his package if she tried. His testicles were extremely full, but still had enough give to flatten beneath her weight. The virgin let out a faint wheeze as she collapsed into him, pinning all of her weight onto his left ball.

“Oops.” The boy looked up at her in disbelief, and she met his eyes. Then she rolled her weight to the right side, flattening the other half of his manhood. Wriggling her weight back and forth on his privates, she enjoyed the look of confusion starting to set in.

“Melody — FUCK! You got me in the balls.”

“Sorry sweetie. I didn’t realize. I can just be so klutzy.” She rolled back and forth, steamrolling his balls as flat as she could, before appearing to get up — right before pulling her knee back again and slamming it into his crotch.

“It’s an accident. I swear.” She pulled her knee back again and — crunch.

“Accident?!” He squeaked.

“Yes. Totally an accident.” Thump, CRUNCH.

“STOP!” She pulled her knee away and stood up, allowing Ryan to fall over onto the loveseat, hands stuffed between his thighs.

“Is this…what is this? What are you doing?”

“I’m just clumsy, Ryan.”

“You kneed me in the balls, twice. Obviously intentionally. Please, I thought we were going to…”

“Thought we were going to what, Ryan?” She leaned over him, allowing her breasts to nearly spill out of her tight black dress. Despite his pain, his eyes were drawn to the swath of milky-white flesh she presented him.

“Did you want to go inside me, boy? Feel mommy’s tight pussy around you? Make me cum all over you?”

He nodded frantically.

“Well, we can still do that. But I admit, those hits weren’t accidental. I just have a little kink, you know? I like hurting boys in the bollocks. Or, the goolies. That’s what you call them here, right?”

“...Yeah. But we usually just say balls.”

“Sure. Balls then, love. I love hurting balls. I can admit that now. I used to be embarrassed, but I’ve gotten comfortable with my kinks, and that’s my biggest one. And you said you’d do everything I wanted tonight. I promise, I’ll let you inside of me, and I’ll let you make me cum. But you have to let me have my fun as well, right?”

He looked confused. “I mean…is this…foreplay? I…I’ve watched porn. They never do any of this stuff. It’s mostly like, dick sucking, and…touching lightly, and….nothing painful.”

“This isn’t porn, Ryan,” she said seriously. “I’m a real woman, with real needs. And real sex is about giving as well as taking. You can give me what I want, right?”

“I don’t know…”

She lifted her leg in front of his face and saw his eyes grow wide. She hadn’t worn panties that night; Ryan looked straight ahead at what would’ve been the first pussy he’d seen in his life.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. You can endure a little pain for the chance to get inside my pussy, right Ryan?”

Melody could see the resistance visibly drain out of him as his balls overrode his common sense.

“You’re not going to…do any permanent damage, right?”

“Of course not. I promise, I won’t pop anything,” Melody lied. God, this was going to be easy. Her knee was still up in the air, giving him a view of her pussy.

“Ok. As long as you don’t go too hard. I really want to have kids some day, and I’ve heard —”

She brought her heel down, slamming it between his legs and crushing his balls against the stiff couch beneath. Ryan hunched over, hugging and pawing at her shin and her thigh, desperately trying to ease the pressure. Melody just leaned forward, putting more and more weight onto his nuts, twisting her shoe slowly. She could feel the organs starting to flatten, and she knew the intense pressure and inexorable twisting motion would soften and untangle the tightly knotted tubules inside, allowing them to break apart more beneath her.

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Ryan’s head lolled back and he gagged with pain. His eyes were watering so much he could barely see, but he struggled to keep them open so he could keep staring at that beautiful, subtle cleft beneath her skirt. He could feel Melody grinding his balls back and forth, and he started to get scared she’d accidentally rupture something.

But she promised. She’d absolutely promised she wouldn’t pop them. He reminded himself of that as she put more and more pressure onto his tender bollocks. The older woman was obviously very experienced at this kind of foreplay, whatever it was. He trusted she wouldn’t go too far.

But god he couldn’t wait for the main event. The pain was staggering. After an eternity, she lifted her foot up, looking both satisfied and disappointed with him.

“You really withstood that, hm? Still feeling up for more?”

If more meant more ballcrushing, he was not. “More…what?”

“More foreplay, sweetie.” His reaction answered for him.

“Oh, we can do something a little less painful. Come on, lay back. On the couch.”

“What…what are you going to do to me?”

“Relax. I’ll give your nuts a break for a second.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want to taste my pussy?”

That was what he’d been expecting foreplay to be. Without another word, he rolled over onto the couch and laid back. Melody straddled him, pinning him in place. He could smell her pussy, and felt it dripping onto his chin.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to please mommy? You’ve done a great job tonight, cutie. I’ve loved crushing your balls so far. It’s hard to explain, but some boys have a pair that’s just made to be crushed. Like, some are really small, or really hard, or way too big, or dangle too low or are packed too tightly to get a grip on. But yours are perfect, Ryan.”

“Um. Oh.”

“They fit perfectly in my hand. They have just enough give that I can really feel them deform when I’m pressing down, but they’re sturdy enough I know they’re still fully functional. You know, if you bust a pair too much, they can actually lose a lot of their functionality even before they pop. They get loose and pliable and all mushy, and you can just tell the guy’s already sterile even though he’s got a full sack. But yours are going to stay super fertile for a long time, I can tell. Trust me, Ryan, these are every girl’s favorite type of nuts to crack.”

“...Thanks.” He wasn’t sure he enjoyed that particular compliment. And he definitely didn’t enjoy how detailed she was about ‘losing functionality’. Still, he knew this had to just be some kind of BDSM-power play she got off on.

He could feel her pussy getting wet, girl drool slicking against his skin. She leaned back and slid herself closer to his lips, then finally settled on top. Her pussy lips and hair and clit filled his view beneath her black skirt. She still hadn’t undressed.

“Ryan, sweetie. I know you’re new to this, but you can’t be that naive.” She grabbed his head and pushed him forward. “Stick your tongue out and taste me. Now, boy.”

His tongue flicked forward tentatively and found her clit.

“Good start, but go harder. Now.” She slapped behind her without looking, perfectly landing her hand on his bruised balls. Ryan cried out, but her cunt smothered him. He’d been hoping the ball torture part of the night had finished up, but he was starting to suspect that testicle pain never really ended with Melody. She slapped him again, hard, and he started to speed up in the hopes enough pleasure would distract her from his nuts.

“Oh, Ryan. Honey…You’re doing so good. Push your tongue in more, baby, that’s just what mommy needs.” She leaned back and groaned, grabbing both his balls in her hand and squeezing them gently. He licked hard and harder, and she rewarded him with a face full of girlcum. Unfortunately, as her pleasure grew, so did her pressure. By the time he’d licked her obediently to the edge of her climax, he could feel his balls squishing out around her nails, her white-knuckled fists trembling with the strength she exerted.

“Right there, yes! Go in as far as you can, sweetie, it won’t bite. Ungh. You’re doing…you’re doing so good. I’m going to…Mommy’s going to…” Melody’s words devolved into unintelligible gasping.

Then she took a really deep breath, and threw her head back. A torrent of wetness filled his mouth.

“OH GOD! MOMMY’S CUMMING!” Melody gushed all over his face. She stopped increasing the pressure on his bollocks but didn’t relax it at all, and as she bucked and spasmed, she mindlessly pulled them far away from him. He tried to scream and beg for her to stop, slapping her thighs at an attempt to communicate how distressingly close his nutcords were to snapping, but Melody was deep in the throes of her orgasm and didn’t seem to notice.

Finally, she finished. Sagging forward, she let go of his manhood at last. He curled his knees up instinctually, sobbing.

“Aww, did I hurt you, Ryan?” He nodded into her pussy.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I went pretty hard on your plums. You were just doing such a good job licking my pussy. You’re really a natural at it, you know. Do you want me to make it up to you?” He nodded again.

She wriggled down his body, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness on his chest. He nearly came when she slid over his dick, spurting his own streak of precum onto her, but groaned when she kept sliding down until she was between his knees. She held his quivering cock in one hand, barely touching it, like it was a loaded gun she was afraid would go off at any moment.

“Wow. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” He nodded frantically.

“I bet if your real mommy hadn’t snipped and shaved you so cleanly, you’d be so sensitive you’d cum just from me touching you right now.” She moved her mouth closer, and his heartbeat sped up. He could feel her breath on his cockhead. It felt cool against the dampness of his constantly leaking precum. “You really are lucky she clipped so much off.”

“Oh god. Melody, please!”

She kissed him right where his frenulum would’ve been. He bucked upwards and groaned, desperately trying to get more stimulation, but she pulled her head fast enough to avoid him slipping between her lips.

“Bad boy.” She swatted his testicles, and he groaned.

“Please, Melody, no more, I can’t —”

She leaned forward and engulfed his bellend with her mouth.

---

Melody swirled her tongue around Ryan’s bare cockhead, poking inside and sucking as much precum out as she could. Getting his entire cock in her mouth was no challenge, but keeping him right on the edge was much more difficult. She knew the second he came, she’d lose her grip over him, and he’d start fighting back for real. Already he was nearly complaining from the pain. That wouldn’t do at all; she needed to lure him with a bit more pleasure to keep him under her thumb. Threading the needle between intense pleasure and a climactic release was hard when he was this pent up.

Another spurt of precum shot down her throat and she slid off his dick just in time. He’d stopped complaining about his balls, which was a good sign he was getting too close to the edge. She punched him in the nuts to bring him back away from it. He groaned, his cock wilting just a bit, and she leaned forward again and licked him back to the brink.

Over and over, she repeated this; suckling and stroking just until he was about to explode, then busting his swollen purple balls until he was a safe distance from cumming. By the eighth iteration of this pain/pleasure cycle, she could see his brain starting to break. Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he could barely speak.

“Are you ready for more foreplay, Ryan? I’ve given you enough pleasure, right, love?” His mouth moved silently in response. Melody took that for assent.

“I’d like to stomp on them, full force. I’ve got these high heels that are going to be so fun, and if you could just lay on the ground with your legs spread —”

“NO!” he shouted so loud she jumped.

“This…this isn’t what I came here for. I’m sorry, Melody. I can’t do this. This is too much for me. You’re…you’re so beautiful, and just…I thought I could endure the pain for a chance with you. But I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I just wanted to know what normal sex felt like, and I know you said you wouldn’t do any permanent damage, but I swear it feels like something is wrong inside my balls, and I just…it’s too much. And I’m not your son. Stop calling yourself ‘mummy’”.

Melody’s stomach sank. She could feel her chance to neuter him slipping through her fingers. Ryan rolled off the couch, groaning as he hit the floor on all fours. He tried to stand up but fell back down, crippled from the pain. Failing that, he crawled on all fours towards his trousers, his thighs still clutched together, his bloated balls sticking out behind him.

They made the perfect target.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Ryan.” He didn’t respond.

“I just…don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”

Melody wound her leg back and kicked him as hard as she could, perfectly aiming her toe directly into the back of his left nut. She could feel it actually crunch this time as it flattened against his pelvic bone. Ryan had definitely been wrong when he said she’d caused permanent damage, before; she had actually kept his balls perfectly intact up until now. But this blow was definitely hard enough to dislodge some sperm count from his unused blue balls.

Her next kick caught the right one.

Ryan

When he started crawling forward, Ryan had thought he’d passed the apex of pain any man could possibly feel. When he heard the crunch between his legs, he realised how wrong he was. He flopped onto the floor at her second kick, trying to curl up to protect himself, but she put her foot on his back and pressed him flat, his balls still trapped between his legs. Then she lifted her heel up and stomped down hard on the trapped, bloated package.

Another louder, wetter crunch echoed out. He tried not to throw up.

“You’d promised you’d agree to everything tonight, Ryan.” Another stomp. Another CRUNCH.

“I’m very disappointed to hear otherwise. I hate when boys break promises to me.” CRUNCH.

“I would’ve let you keep both of them, you know. But if you’re going to act up like this, I’ll need to break my own promise.” CRUNCH

Her promise. Ryan searched his brain for what it was. Her promise to have sex with him?

No.

Her promise NOT TO POP HIS NUTS.

“No. God, please no!” He frantically tried to get up, but she pressed her foot onto his scrotum, pinning him to the floor. He could feel her rolling his nuts around, assessing them, probing them for weaknesses.

“Yes, Ryan. You’ve just been so disobedient. I find boys are much more obedient with a little less…pep, in their system. About half as much, to be specific.”

“Melody, please…” His voice had dwindled to a squeak.

“Ryan. I’ve made up my mind. Now tell me: Which testicle do you want to lose?”

He sobbed, terrified.

“The right one is definitely larger, but I think the left one is still healthier — it feels a lot less mushy. So, which one will it be? I’ll let you choose.”

“NEITHER! Please, neither!”

She sighed. “Ok. Take a deep breath and say goodbye to leftie then, honey. I’ve been told this really hurts.”

“No! Please, god, NO! You promised! You promised, Melody, please! PLEASE!”

She leaned forward, putting the entirety of her weight onto her toe, pressing his ball against the floor. His face pressed against the cool hardwood. His brain focused on the stupidest detail, as if distraction would save him from the pain. Was it oak? Mahogany? Something expensive, no doubt. Maybe —

Pop

He blacked out.

---

Melody’s heel abruptly slammed against the floor as Ryan’s ball exploded beneath it and he lost consciousness. The sight of his eyes rolled back and his mouth foaming over in pain was very sexy, but more beautiful than that was the contents of his scrotum beneath her heel. His ball had shattered into several distinct, but definitively non-functional chunks. Probing the shattered mess, she finally couldn’t hold back any more.

Breathing hard, she stripped her dress off as fast as she could, keeping his broken ball pinned beneath her. Her hands found her clit and she rubbed furiously, wiggling back and forth on top of his broken ball, grinding chunks of nutmeat into nutmush and stimulating herself, lifting her other foot to put even more weight to fully liquify the former gonad until —

“GUH!” With a primal, undignified howl, she sprayed her orgasm all over the naked comatose boy, one leg raised up high, her other trembling hard as she came. Cumming on his face had been fun, but there was something about orgasming when she didn’t feel the need to stay sexy for a man, and could just let loose. She felt one final errant chunk of nutmeat give way—

“AAAAH! Oh GOD that feels good. Holy fuck. Holy shit.”

Her third orgasm of the night started before she finished the second one. She cried out as it hit her, pressing her fingers into her clit as hard as she could. She knew her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess; she couldn’t care less. She could drop the loving mommy persona now that her boy wasn’t watching.

Finally finished, her thighs and hands dripping with her cum, she stepped back and admired her work. Ryan’s larger ball was indeed still mostly intact, but nothing remained of his left one but a limp, empty scrotum. As she returned to her senses, she remembered something she’d tried to put out of her mind. Something that horrified her to her core. She nearly fainted at the thought of...

Her deposit. Her ludicrously expensive deposit on this gorgeous apartment with its gorgeous floors.

Recalling with dread how she’d had to refinish her own hardwood floor to get the stain from Malcolm’s testicular remnants out, she flipped Ryan over, expecting to see half of his four weeks of cum, along with the remains of his testicle, seeping into the floorboards. But somehow, against all odds, her virgin had resisted that irrational urge all boys seem to have to blow a final load from a busted ball. She nearly cried from relief. His cock still pointed up above his half-full sack, bobbing and drooling and gloriously, beautifully unrelieved of even a drop of his pent-up semen.

Still, she couldn’t trust he’d keep himself clean when she popped his other nut. Dragging him to her bedroom, she splayed him on the sumptuous mattress and tied each limb to a post, tugging them to make sure he couldn’t wriggle free. Ryan was still totally out of it.

His ball hung below his smooth, drum-tight cock. The surgeon had really done a great job on him; every possible extra nerve had been sliced away smoothly. Whoever she was (Melody was sure it was a woman; no man would’ve circumcised him so thoroughly) had circumcised him so tightly, even his ballsack was pulled up tight along his shaft; although with half its contents now liquified, it was decidedly less taut than before. His solo testicle jutted out prominently against the modest mast above, plump and healthy and quivering as if it was scared of her. As it should be.

It was huge. Almost as huge as some of her toys back home. Actually, it was exactly the same size and shape as one of her love eggs.

Inspiration struck her.

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Pain.

His world was pain. Nothing but pain. The boy groaned in agony as consciousness mercilessly flooded his mind. Nerves sang with electric pain, concentrated right between his legs. He tried to remember where he was. He tried to remember who he was.

When he looked up at the vision before him, he realised what had happened.

He’d died. He was dead, and this was the afterlife. He just wasn’t quite sure which one yet.

The pain between his legs told him it was hell. The breasts in his face, and the beautiful, wonderfully naked middle-aged woman they belonged to, told him it was heaven. Certainly, this angel was an improvement over a cherub with a harp. He just wished the pain would stop.

Her outline was soft and doubled, like everything else in the strange purgatory he’d ascended or descended into. She knelt between his legs, leaning over him with an expression somehow between sympathy and avarice. Her boobs were inches from his face, and when she noticed he was awake, she grabbed his face and pressed him into them. They were warm and deliciously supple against his face. The scent of sweat and womanly musk enveloped him completely.

This must be heaven. He instinctively tried to grab a handful, but something tugged his wrist tight.

“Oh Robert, sweetie, it's ok! Mommy has you. You're ok.” He was moderately sure that wasn't his name, but he didn't see the need to correct the angel yet. And he really hoped mommy was a title, or the fact that he was buried face-deep in her tits and rock hard might actually send him to hell.

“What…what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” His memories were still slippery, and he couldn't keep hold. Something almost came back to him, a pub, a…woman. He almost had it, but a lance of searing nutpain knocked it away.

“You played a prank on me. You always loved your pranks, and…you got me good, Robert. Really good. You were on the floor, hiding, and you grabbed my leg to make me trip — I didn't see you at all. You made me completely lose my balance.”

She sighed. “I'd always warned you not to prank me like that. But I think you're going to be a little more careful from now on.”

“What do you mean?” Cold fear tickled in the back of his brain. Fear. Something besides the burning agony in his scrotum felt very wrong.

“I landed right on your little…on your privates, dear. And I was wearing my heels. The really pointy ones.”

“I stepped on them good. Stomped on them, really. And you know I've gained a little weight since becoming a mom, and you had gotten naked, for some reason, so you didn’t have any protection at all…” she winced. “My toe came down full force onto your left testicle. Like, smack right on top of it.”

“No…”

She nodded sadly. “Like I said, you really should've been more careful, honey. At least you still have the right one.”

“What!?”

“Let this be a lesson for you. Don't prank mommy if you don't want her to accidentally pop your ball like a grape.”

POP

The sound…

That pain.

His memories came flooding back.

“GET OFF!!! Get the FUCK OFF OF ME!! LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”

Melody sighed again. “Well, that was fun while it lasted.”

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Melody

Melody was happy but unsurprised to see her bonds were strong enough to withstand Ryan’s attempts to escape. She'd gotten quite good at tying boys up in her year playing with Malcolm, and Ryan was a good deal smaller than him. She kept her knee between his legs; his left ball was totally mush now, but he clearly still had some nerve endings in his ballsack for her to enjoy. She pressed him harder into her boobs to muffle his screams.

“I do appreciate you holding back, Ryan. I would've figured you for a quick shot, but I guess your real mom took that sensitivity away from you.”

“Oh God, my balls…what did you do?!”

“I popped one, obviously. And you managed not to cum. Very impressive, for a cum loaded virgin.”

Ryan started to hyperventilate. She eased up the pressure on his broken nut and watched as the truth set in.

“Please…I need to go to the hospital. They can save it. Please call an ambulance. They can still save it please!”

“No, Ryan, I promise they can't.” She pinched the left side of his scrotum between two fingers and rolled it around.

“See? It’s just mush.” Ryan bawled, and Melody felt herself getting wet again.

“I think Mommy needs to cum again, Ryan.”

“Please…I can’t…”

She turned around and sat on his face, cutting off the rest of his protests. Grinding her pussy against his mouth, she enjoyed the vibrations from his screams. Leaning forward, she lined her breasts up with his continuously rock-hard cock and wrapped them around it. He gasped.

“See? I know what’s best for you. You’ve been so good to me — eating me out, letting me play with you, even letting me pop you —” She hugged her massive boobs tightly, and his dick twitched and let out a massive splurt of precum. Bobbing up and down, she lubed up his cock thoroughly between her breasts and rocked back and forth on top of his face. His screams had turned to moans. She was sure his broken ball was still excruciating, but he could still enjoy the feeling of her tits against his dick.

“I shouldn’t tell you what to do now that you have some experience. Come on, Ryan, pick up the pace.” His tongue started sliding into and around her. She lifted up and gave his cock a pump with her breasts, and he sped up. Holding her boobs tight around his cock, she started to give him his first boobjob. His pink, bare little head nearly poked through her cleavage on each downstroke.

“You know, if you were just a little bigger, you could reach my mouth.” Her pussy muffled his whines entirely.

“No, I know you’re not tiny. If you were tiny, you couldn’t fit between my tits at all.” She grabbed them together with both hands and sped up the pace of her titfucking. She sped up even more, her tits a blur up and down his bare cock. His scrotum started to slap against her. Most boys’ ballsacks get really tight and rigid when they’re this close, but Melody figured being half-full meant his scrotum would still be floppy even when he was on the verge of cumming. She went even faster and as hard as she possibly could. Both his intact and broken ball were now slapping loudly against her boobs with each stroke, and the high-pitched screams beneath her told her that her boobjob was as painful as it was pleasurable.

“Aw, why are you crying, babe?” She panted as she neared her own orgasm, but didn’t let up on his cock at all. Leaning back and releasing his cock from her cleavage, she grabbed the shaft with both hands and began pumping as quickly and roughly as she possibly could; he was leaking more than enough precum to lubricate her hands. His damaged scrotum slapped against her with every stroke, over and over, gaining speed as she kept the rhythm of her pumping fast and painful. She could feel him screaming beneath her, thrashing desperately, probably begging her to slow down his inaugural handjob. The screams provided beautiful vibrations against her pussy, and ruining the little pleasure she was giving him with even more sack-slapping ballpain was truly so fucking satisfying. She quickly reached another edge.

“Oh FUCK, RYAN!” She gushed all over his face, letting go of his dick not a second too soon. His cock fired off spurt after spurt, but through her orgasm she was satisfied to see his cum stayed completely clear; she still hadn’t pushed him over the edge.

She grabbed his last ball with both hands, thankful it was large enough to fit both around, and squeezed as hard as she could, her fingers pressing it into her palm, deforming the organ deliciously around all ten points of pressure and causing it to bubble between her knuckles. She wriggled her fingers and felt some important piece of those delicate, tangled sperm-producing testicular insides give way and shift apart. She was sure she’d just snuffed out countless millions of his future children. His screams rose another octave.

Her orgasm petered off at last. She continued her deep tissue massage of his last gonad through her aftershocks, churning her fingers through the impressively sized organ, then finally let go. Rolling the swollen babymaker between her thumb and forefinger, she admired her work. It was still intact, unlike its brother, but it was definitely not the full, healthy organ it had been at the beginning of the night. Swollen from a respectable chicken egg into a ridiculous plum size, the thing was dotted with bruises and blotches. Some regions were still completely intact, but many more were squishy and giving like a badly bruised fruit. Mapping out the exquisite pain of his agony, she wondered if it was too big yet. It had certainly swollen up a lot since she’d sized it up earlier.

But no. It would work. The change in size had come with a corresponding change in pliability. She slid down and flipped around, straddling his waist. Her pussy was now closer to his cock and ball than it had been all night. Melody smiled down at him.

“What do you want to do next, Ryan?”

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Ryan

“I need to go to the hospital.”

Sometime between losing his ball and being forced to lick her to another selfish orgasm, Ryan had a realisation.

There had never been a chance of losing his virginity in this flat.

Against all reason, he still wanted her, badly. He could feel the heat of her pussy centimetres from his dick. Every cell of his body was screaming out, urging him to thrust forward and slide inside. But she’d just hop off his dick, tease him to another edge, and then…stomp his bollock into pudding, or twist it until it snapped off, or some other horrible testicular war crime he couldn’t imagine. He needed to get himself under control and focus on saving what remained of his sex life before she ended it forever. He needed to stop focusing on what he wanted, and focus on what he needed. And what he needed was to remain a biological man (or at least, half of one).

Even though she’d just inched her way upwards. Even though her pussy lips were now on top of his cock, pressing it against his belly, hotdogging its numbed, circumcised underside. Even though, if she just adjusted herself a tiny bit more and pointed him upwards, he could slide into her dripping wet cunt, and could finally feel that one core experience that defined every other man’s life, that sensation he’d imagined thousands of times in bed while stroking himself.

He definitely needed to ignore all of that.

“Aw, are you sure?”

“Yes. Hospital. Now.”

“But sweetie…You still haven’t gone inside of me. Don’t you want to feel inside mommy? I promised, remember?”

“You’re not going to let me,” he said sullenly. “You already told me. I’d broken my promise, so you broke yours. You’re going to trick me, or pull away at the last second, or pop my other ball, or…something. I don’t know.”

“No, Ryan, I mean it. You’ve been so good to me. I know losing your little nut was uncomfortable, but you’ve made me cum so hard…I just want to make it up to you.”

“It wasn’t uncomfortable.” He was almost shaking. “It was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt, Melody. Do you know what it feels like when your bollock fucking explodes?”

“Hm. No, I suppose I don’t. I’ve seen it happen to enough other boys, I understand it’s not too fun though.”

Of course she’d done this before. Why wasn’t he surprised?

“And it’s…gone. It’s just gone now.”

“I know. And it’s not coming back, not ever. You’re going to be my cute little half-man for the rest of your life.”

“But…Ryan, sweetie, it’s over now. You paid a very high price for something, and wouldn’t it be a waste if you didn’t get what you paid for?”

“And what’s that?” He spat sarcastically. “More bollock torture? Are you going to pop my last one too? It’s not bad enough that I’m half a man now, you need to neuter me completely for your sick fetish? I know you’re not going to fuck me. Stop messing with my head.”

“I’m serious, Ryan. I’ll call an ambulance if you really want, but I’d rather ride you first.”

A glimmer of hope wormed its way past his defences.

“You’re lying.”

“I promise, I’m not.”

She had a point. He still hated her for what she did to him, but hate wouldn’t bring his ball back.

“So, what do you say?”

“...You’re really going to let me inside of you?”

“Yes, Ryan. I absolutely promise.”

“And you’ll let me cum?”

She laughed. “Well, that’s up to you. I’m going to enjoy myself mostly. I can be a little selfish like that. But no, I won’t intentionally stop you from cumming anymore.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, Ryan.”

“Ok. Ok, yeah, let’s…let’s have sex.”

She stroked his cheek and leaned over seductively.

“Oh Ryan. I didn’t quite say that.”

She slid down more, her pussy lips leaving his cock. She reached behind her and grabbed his last ball. He started shaking.

“No no no…no more busting. You promised. No more pain…”

“I definitely didn’t promise that, Ryan. I was very careful with my words.” She was straddling his ball now, and he felt her fingers press against it. The entrance to her pussy was very, very wet.

“You promised!”

“I promised you’d get me off and go inside of me. I’m not breaking those promises.”

She considered for a second. “I also said I’d avoid any permanent damage…I guess I didn’t keep that promise. But you broke your promise too. One broken promise for one broken nut — that seems fair to me.”

She pushed his nut against her. His stomach dropped as he comprehended her plan.

“You LIED!”

“Technically, I didn’t.”

“You TRICKED ME!”

“Well. Yeah.”

Her fingers stabbed into him, and his bollock slid inside her.

He’d seen anatomical diagrams of pussies, and had certainly watched enough porn, to know the opening inside was distinctly not testicle-shaped. It was a long, thin crevasse, going up between her lips deep inside her. As his ball flattened out between the two sides, he experienced it firsthand, feeling every distinct ridge and soft pleasurable fold meant for his dick flattening out and squeezing a very different part of his anatomy.

When she’d compressed his nut in her hands, her fingers had dug in sharply, but at least his ball could bulge out between where she wasn’t squeezing, giving him some relief. Her pussy had no such pressure outlet; she squeezed him now from every direction, absolutely equally, crushing and deforming him into a shape more fitting for herself. His massive babymaker almost squirted out of her dripping pussy, but she used one hand to keep it inside, pressing it deeper and deeper into her, until all at once it reached some new widening inside and slid forward of its own accord. His nutcords stretched away from him as she pulled him deeper inside, not even using her hands anymore.

It was quite painful. Melody rocked on top of him slowly, her face flushed but triumphant.

“I knew I could get the fucker in. How's it feel to finally be inside a woman, Ryan?”

“IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!”

She ignored him. “They say giving birth makes a woman loose, you know. I was terribly self-conscious about that when I was younger. My doctor recommended kegels, so I did those every day. Do you know what kegels are?”

Ryan shook his head frantically. “No no no. Please don't, Melody.”

“It's where you squeeze your pelvic floor. Supposed to exercise all those muscles, keep me nice and tight. I’m not sure if it worked, though. What do you think?”

“You’re tight, I promise. You’re really really tight, Melody.” He tried not to focus on how good that tightness would’ve felt around his dick.

“Are you sure? I think I can make it tighter. Here, I'll show you what a kegel is like.”

She bit her lip, sticking her tongue out and closing one eye with effort. He saw her soft abs tense. The omnidirectional vise surrounding his bollock squeezed even tighter somehow. His vision went white when the pain hit.

“Did you feel that?”

“YES! God, stop, please!”

She loosened her pussy’s grip, then tightened it again. This time, he could definitely feel something crack, and he started panicking.

“MELODY! SOMETHING BROKE!”

“God, I know.” She had a small smile on her face. “I could feel that too.”

“PLEASE! It’s my last nut!!! Please, for all of your fantasies and your…foreplay, can’t you please just let me keep one?”

She leaned over him as she continued, dangling her boobs in his face, and he could faintly feel the stiff poke of her clit against the bottom of his dick. She was rubbing against him, selfishly taking her pleasure from his cock without allowing him anything but pain. Mere centimetres separated his needy virgin cock from the cunt that was supposed to deflower it.

“No, Ryan. You can’t. I’m going to pop it inside my pussy, unless you can manage to hold out.”

“WHY?!”

“Because I love this.” Squeeze. Crackle.

“I love busting nuts. I love feeling that pop. I love knowing what you’ll lose out on.” Squeeze. Squick

“I have for years. Since high school, and college. I was a demon. I neutered boys left and right. Some deserved it. Most didn’t. And then…I felt bad. I felt like I was broken. I thought, ‘Why can’t I just enjoy normal sex like other girls? What’s wrong with me?’”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“I don’t know. I’m just kinky, I guess. Castration is a shockingly common fetish in women these days, you know.”

“...WHAT THE FU-GUH?!” Another tight squeeze. Another nauseating crunch.

“I guess you wouldn’t know. You’ve never been with a girl, have you? And porn aimed at men certainly doesn’t show any pops.”

“PLEASE!”

“It’s the feeling of it all. The physicality. The way a ball holds out for so long, against my foot, or my thumb, or my…” She bit her lip and quivered as she gave the hardest squeeze yet. His vision went white.

“...My ‘quim’. But it’s more than just the physical feeling — I like destroying you. I like messing with your head and making you think you had a chance to walk out of this apartment with your balls intact.”

“I like knowing that, after we’re done, you’ll never have kids, and likely never get a hard-on again. I like knowing you’ll spend the rest of your life with an empty scrotum flapping between your legs, reminding you of that one desperate, magical night you got so close to losing your virginity.”

“I like knowing this is going to be the single most painful, memorable, important, nauseating, soul-crushing hour of your entire existence. And for me…It’s just going to be one more night of sexual relief. I don’t even know if I’ll remember your name in a year or two. But I think you’ll always remember me. Oh fuck.” Ryan felt a gush of wetness over his cock, and realised how close she was to yet another orgasm.

He tried to control himself and get his emotions under control. It was hard when he could literally feel his last testicle breaking away piece by piece, but through the haze and horror of what was happening, he realised that anger and begging wasn’t going to get him anywhere. His balls had been doomed since he’d entered this cursed flat. But maybe he could get something from her before she took everything from him. Ryan switched to bargaining.

“Please…Can’t I just…Can’t I just cum, once? If you’re going to pop it anyway? I’ve waited 27 years. I’ve…I’ve been a good guy. I’ve never harassed any women. Whenever I get turned down for a date, I take it nicely. I’m not a creep. I just…I just want to know what it feels like.”

“Just once, before you —” He swallowed hard. “Before you castrate me.”

“Oh Ryan.” She kissed him on the forehead. “That’d ruin all the fun. But, honestly, even I can’t control you that much. Most boys splatter their load when their last ball pops. I’m sure you’ll do the same. I might even touch your dick while you do it, assuming I’ve already orgasmed.”

“Can you at least do it before it pops?”

“Definitely not. But…I’m getting close — Fuck that feels good. You know, women squeeze even harder when we cum, right? It’ll be harder than I can squeeze on purpose, even with my kegels.”

“Please, god no…”

“You’re really doing a fantastic job fucking me with your ball. It’s even better than most of the cock I’ve taken. It’s almost a shame this will be our last time together.”

He grasped at the sliver of hope she dangled in front of him. “Then don’t! Let me keep it! I…I can fuck you with it again! You can put my ball in you, and crush it, or…or kick me as hard as you want! I won’t even run, or scream. Er, unless you want me to! Please, Melody, just…please let me keep it.”

“Ahhh, Ryan. You are so cute.” She ground against his cock harder, and he reached another edge, his cock spurting several full blasts of precum onto his belly.

“Keep begging like that, and I just might.”

“PLEASE LET ME KEEP IT! LET ME KEEP MY BALL! DON’T NEUTER ME, DON’T CASTRATE ME! I CAN STILL BE A MAN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—”

“Oh GOD that’s perfect, honey —”

Her words cut off and she shrieked like a banshee. A bucket of her girl cum covered him, and she began her orgasm.

And Ryan felt her pussy walls pinch together completely, tighter than he could squeeze his own fist. With a gushing, muffled plmf, his last testicle detonated completely inside of her. He heard it just milliseconds before he felt it, searing pain shooting up the torn remnants of his spermatic cords, every part of his body suffusing with agony, his mind blue-screened entirely by the irreversible implications — and yet, he just focused on what she’d said before. He might have one last chance, at least to cum, if he could just…If he could just stay conscious enough to enjoy —

---

Melody

Melody wriggled back and forth on top of Ryan, smiling down at the boy as his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Inside of her, she squeezed hard, grinding anything solid into mush with her pussy, while her clit ground against his still-throbbing cock outside. No final release for him, then. The thought of denying him even that last indignity drove her into another gasping orgasm.

When that was finished, she got to her feet shakily. Ryan’s ballbag slid out of her, still shockingly full, albeit with absolutely nothing resembling a solid testicle sloshing around inside. His dick was, absurdly, still hard.

“I’m ready, Malcolm,” she said, loud enough for him to hear, and Malcolm opened the closet door and stepped out. His massive cock jutted out the full 9 inches in front of him, his scrotum stretched along with it and drooping low to display his own solitary testicle. He stared at Ryan, who was splayed out on the bed. The one-balled man shuddered at the sight of the eunuch’s empty, mushy scrotum, but he also wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking again.

“Do you want to kick me, or squeeze me first? Or…Do you need to get your high heels?”

Smiling lustily, she squatted over Ryan’s face and bent over to present herself to him.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Malcolm, but…I think I’ve had enough ballbusting for right now. I just really need a good fuck.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

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Ryan

Ryan tried to make sense of what he was looking at.

This was a nightmare, for sure. Or a dream, like one final fantasy of what could’ve been. What his life would’ve looked like if he’d actually convinced her to let him keep one of his testes. Why he was fantasising about a time after losing a testicle, instead of while he had been fully intact, made no sense. But this definitely couldn’t be real.

The pussy being fucked just centimetres from his face was most certainly Melody’s. His doppelganger was fucking Melody with wild abandon, the exact same way he’d been fantasising about all night. The single low-hanging testicle in his sack slapped forward with each grunting thrust, hitting her clit and making her moan. She wasn’t squeezing him, or hurting him, or popping him. And apparently, he fantasised about having a dick ten centimetres longer.

“Oh…oh Ryan, you’re awake!” Melody’s panting reached his ears. “Do you like what you see?”

With growing horror, he tried to pinch himself, but his arms were still tied up. This was horribly real, yet again. He didn’t even get the mercy of a few minutes of amnesia before the horror of reality set in. His testicles were gone, forever, dissolved into an agonising mush. And now, some other man was fucking her? This was some guy he would’ve felt sorry for, maybe even made fun of, just a day ago for being only half a man. Now, Ryan had never been more jealous of anyone in his life. He closed his eyes and started to cry.

“Keep them open, Ryan. Now! I want you to see what you’re missing. I know you never got a chance to try it, but at least you’re getting to see Malcolm enjoy my pussy up close. I’m serious, open your eyes or I’ll snip your dick off too.”

Reluctantly, Ryan pried his eyes back open.

“Isn’t it hot? I took Malcolm’s first nut, a year ago, but he’s still got the other. And he’s definitely still functional. Just let us finish up here and we’ll take you to the hospital when we’re done.”

Ryan’s cock was somehow, pointlessly erect through the whole cruel monologue.

They fucked for hours. He tried to focus on the searing pain in his ballsack to hopefully try to make his brain short-circuit into unconsciousness again. When that didn’t work, he tried his best not to think about it, and try to avoid the searing pain and what he knew would be lifelong changes as a result.

He even tried to cum. His cock stayed hard the whole time, and he could bob it up and down just a bit, just barely enough to make contact with his own waistline. His cockhead was so, so sensitive, and he could almost get over the edge, but even after hours of that gentle, barely felt touch, he couldn’t manage to spurt. He sobbed as Malcolm let out a roar and squirted into the beautiful pussy above yet again.

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Melody

Melody smiled at the hospital receptionist. “Hi, I’m here to see my son?”

“Of course, ma’am. What’s his name?”

“Ryan!”

“Um, and his last name, please?”

Melody frowned. “Please, miss. I just want to see my son. He had a really bad injury, he’s really traumatized, and he needs his mother.”

“Ok, I understand, I just need his —”

Melody pinched herself beneath the desk, forcing tears out. “I…I don’t have time to do paperwork, or answer all these questions!”

“Right, I understand, but just to find him —”

“He lost his balls, do you understand?!” She sobbed at the woman. “He’s nutless, and he’ll never have sex, and I’ll never have grandchildren. Do you get it? Can you just let me comfort my fucking son?!”

“Ok! Ok.” The nurse swallowed hard. “Yeah, I…we know him, of course. He’s the first double orchiectomy we’ve had in decades. He was very memorable. You know, we don’t exactly cut off a lot of balls around here. Do you know what happened?”

“Hm?” Melody hadn’t prepared for such an absurd question. Even small hospitals where she lived tended to process five to ten castrations a day, she happened to know.

“Oh. Um, he…tripped. He fell really hard. Please, just let me see him.”

“Um, just down the hall, to the left.”

“Thank you!” Melody hurried to see her ‘son’.

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Ryan

Ryan lay back miserably in his hospital bed, his legs still suspended in the stirrups. His empty scrotum and limp dick hung loosely below his hospital gown. He was just going through the short list of people he needed to inform about his newly found sterility. His step-mother and his family doctor were just about the only people who’d really care, and he was just contemplating the dreadful act of explaining this to either of them when Melody opened the door. His eyes went wide.

“I told them not to let you in…”

“Mom’s always got her ways.”

“You’re not my mum.”

“Well, they didn’t know that.” She looked underneath his gown, down between his legs and grinned.

“Wow. They took it all out, didn’t they? I bet that feels familiar. The surgeon was a woman, I think? Feels familiar being back in a hospital, getting your bits snipped away?”

“What do you want? What more can you possibly take from me?”

She shrugged. “Nothing, really. I mean, I could actually snip your dick off, but honestly that’s never really been my thing, you know?”

“I’m so glad to hear it,” he said acidly.

“I actually wanted to offer you something.”

“No.”

“Aw.” She furrowed her brow. “You didn’t even let me explain!”

“There’s nothing you possibly have that I could want. Just leave me alone, please.”

“Oh honey, I think we both know there’s one thing you still want.” She walked up to him, her pussy directly at face height, and lifted her skirt up. Once again, she was pantiless.

Somehow, against all logic, his cock sprang to life. He gasped in pain as it pulled on the stitches in his scrotum. The doctors had warned him about this; he’d still have some remnants of his libido swishing around inside of him, but once the last of his hormones wore off, he’d be limp forever.

“See? You’re still twitching for me. Wow, you’re really hard!”

“You didn’t even let me cum one last time.” She shrugged.

“I told you, that was up to you. I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but it’s not all bad.”

“Not all bad,” he repeated softly. “You fucking popped my balls.”

“You got to taste my pussy, at least. That was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Thanks. How selfless of you.”

“I know. And you were so good at it, Ryan! For your first time ever, you were honestly really impressive.”

“Well, that’s useless now, isn’t it? No point learning to eat pussy if I’m never going to have a girlfriend.”

“That’s not true. I mean, you’re definitely not going to get a girlfriend, but your pussy eating can still be useful.”

She frowned. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I’d really like it if you came back to the States with me.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?!”

“Well, to be my eunuch slave, of course.” She said it like it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. Ryan gaped at her, but irrationally, something inside him stirred to life.

“I mean, really, Ryan. What do you have left here? Do you have a really important job you need to go back to? A family to take care of? A girl you’ve got a crush on?” He had several of the last, but he knew she included it just to drive home how pointless a crush was for him now. But the rest…His dead end office job wouldn’t miss him. His family lived hours away and they’d never been close.

She was right. He didn’t have much reason to stay, and this was the closest to a life partner he’d ever got. The closest to any woman he’d ever got, really. And she really couldn’t take anything more from him, at this point.

What was he thinking?! He tried to shake himself out of her spell.

“No. Fuck no. It’s another trick. It’s another…you’re going to…”

“What, Ryan? What ‘trick’ can I play on you now? You lost your most vulnerable bits — you’re safe from any real torture.”

She stared at his quivering dick, and bit her lip. “And you know…it is possible for eunuchs to have sex.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not getting pegged, and the doctor said —”

“Oh, fuck the doctor. They don’t know anything about castration around here. I can tell you, from personal experience, some eunuchs can still manage an erection. It’s really rare; I’ve only seen three guys do it after losing their nuts, so that’s about a one in one hundred chance. But…your little guy seems especially active. You might be one of the lucky ones.”

“And I promise you this: If you ever manage to get hard after you’re healed up, I’ll actually let you fuck me.” She leaned over him and stroked his hair. “Of course, Malcolm would still be my main toy, but your tongue is truly something magical. I’ve never had a boy eat me so eagerly, even while I was hurting him. I’d be happy to let you see what real sex would’ve been like, some day, in exchange for your service. Assuming you’re capable, of course. I’m sure it won’t feel as good as it would’ve when you still had all your bits intact, but that’s better than nothing, right?”

“You’re…you’re lying.”

“No, Ryan, I promise. And even if we never have real sex, you will get to eat my pussy as much as you’ll ever want. You’ll never have to be alone or fuck your fist again. I’ve got a spare room; I can take care of you.”

Every reasonable line of thought led him to reject her. He almost certainly wasn’t going to be able to get an erection. If, somehow, what she was saying was true, and he was part of that lucky one percent, she wouldn’t let him fuck her.

But through that, there was still a sliver of a chance of hope. He turned to her, her darkly furred pussy lining up perfectly with his line of sight. Just beneath her hair, he could make out that cleft that had suffocated him twice before castrating him. Even now, it was the only thing he could think about.

“Ok.”

She smiled victoriously down at him, then slid her hand beneath his gown and gently stroked his dick. When he was quivering on the edge yet again, her hand moved lower, and he winced in pain when she made contact with his stitches. She was much gentler with his ballsack now that she’d emptied it, and his anaesthesia still kept most of the pain at bay, but he was still deeply uncomfortable with being touched there. He hadn’t even been able to bring himself to feel up his own empty ballsack yet. But he did his best to stay quiet as she rolled the flap of skin that had been his manhood around in her hands.

“Good boy.” With two gentle pats of his groin, she left the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.

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Ryan sat at the counter of the pub, fidgeting awkwardly as he nursed his pint. He was aware of how to flirt, theoretically. He'd read books and advice online walking him through his many shortcomings and failures and weak spots and strong spots. The issue had been putting any of it into practice.

At 27 years old, he was depressingly inexperienced. He’d tried everything. Self help, therapy, liquid courage — nothing seemed to get him any closer to even a single date, let alone that distant, fantastical goal of the touch of a real woman. He’d never so much as kissed one, despite everything he tried.

He crossed his legs in discomfort from the painful effects of his current effort at self-improvement. “Seminal retention” was supposed to give him some kind of super confidence, animal magnetism and “thoughtform attractiveness” — whatever that meant — but all the four weeks of abstinence had given him so far was an incredibly sore, full set of blue balls, and the complete inability to focus on anything but the women around him. As it turned out, women didn’t find a drooling, leering pervert any more appealing than the shy, mumbling soft boy he’d been when he was still emptying his balls regularly.

A couple of drunk girls walked by, short skirts swishing around pale flesh, and he caught a whiff of their pheromones. He groaned and spread his legs apart more, his cock throbbing just from the thought of viable pussy so tantalisingly close yet out of reach. He manspread shamelessly on the pub stool to relieve some of the pressure in the throbbing, purple plums as his cock tented his trousers and drooled the tiniest drop of precum inside his underwear.

Still, if this discomfort actually landed him sex — like, real pussy, on a real woman, instead of his lube-slick hand for the billionth time — it was worth it. Anything was worth that, at this point. Ryan was desperate. He dreaded turning 30 without experiencing that one basic, eternal human comfort. Everyone he’d known had lost their virginity years ago — and while his friends never mocked him for it, he could tell from the sidelong glances and subtle questioning they were beginning to wonder if he’d ever find a romantic partner, female or otherwise.

He just needed to find a woman he could talk to. He scanned the room gloomily, looking for a woman he didn’t find too intimidating to talk to, and found himself coming up short. A well-dressed older American woman was sitting alone, vastly beautiful and definitely out of his league. Some drunk uni girls looked like they were having a fun night and were low on inhibitions, but the thought of approaching four girls at once made him queasy. Two women sat with their boyfriends. Another girl was sipping her whiskey and swiping idly on her phone, obviously not wanting to be bugged. Was this seriously how he was supposed to meet someone?

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Ryan blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing and hearing.

“Hello?”

There was no way she was real. Or rather, there was no way that the American woman had got out of her booth, walked up to him, and stood before him offering to buy him a drink. Her generous cleavage filled out her tight black dress and then some, deliciously squeezed tightly and bursting out above the low cut of her dress. Two subtle but unmistakable points helpfully informed Ryan she was braless. Dirty blonde hair covered her bare shoulders, and she was smiling hungrily at him, like a pet shop customer who’d just seen the kitten they wanted to take home.

He crossed his legs in a futile attempt to hide his boner. She stared brazenly, then met his eyes and grinned.

Ryan tried to think of anything intelligent to say. He failed.

“I…already have a drink.” LITERALLY the stupidest possible thing. How could he fuck up something as easy as this?

She blinked, confused, but shrugged it off. “Well, I don’t. What are you buying me?”

He stammered and ordered something random from the bartender. She didn’t seem to notice or care what it was, paying the man without taking her eyes off his crotch.

“Do you…come here often?” he sputtered like an idiot.

She laughed. “No, not really. I’m from out of town. Way out of town, actually. I just flew to England for a little vacation. Er, a holiday.” She smiled at him, and he practically melted into his seat.

“My son just headed off to college — or, uh, uni as y’all call it — and I have the house to myself for the first time in years. I’d always wanted to see England.”

At that, Ryan knew there had to be divine intervention involved here. No tourist flew across the Atlantic fucking ocean for the chance to see this nothing town in the middle of nowhere, an hour from London or any interesting civilisation. He couldn’t figure it out, and it didn’t matter. Her hand was on his thigh. Touching him. Physically.

He throbbed against his jeans, and he knew her hand was close enough to feel the fabric move.

“Do you?”

“Um…Do I what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Come a lot.”

He stared at her.

“Come here often? Since you live nearby, presumably?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just…Yeah, no I mean. I don’t come. I mean, I don’t come to this pub — I usually, uh. Just stay home.”

“Are you having trouble hearing me, cutie?” He definitely couldn’t have heard that right.

“Sorry! Sorry. It’s so noisy in here.”

“Want to find something more private?”

“Oh! Yeah.” Ryan nodded to an empty booth in the corner. “Can we talk over there?”

Her hand abruptly moved lower, and he gasped.

“I was thinking something much more private.” She leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. Her hand continued wandering, sliding under his waistband, and down until…

She touched him. He felt it like an electric shock, the first touch of a woman on his dick. She smiled satisfiedly at him as he went silent, trying his best to keep himself under control. Her hand drifted even lower and wrapped around his balls. The mysterious, nameless woman rolled them around, just firm enough to elicit the tiniest twinge of pain, deliciously hefting his manhood and sizing him up. Ryan felt like a piece of meat, but his cock quivered above her probing hand, drooling precum. Should he apologize for making a mess on her? She definitely didn’t seem to mind, and there was no way she was missing the globs of clear, sticky man-sap he was covering her hand and the inside of his underwear with.

“My apartment isn’t too far.” She giggled. “Sorry, my flat.”

She squeezed her own handful flat, and Ryan gasped in pain. Her eyes widened.

“Oops! I’m really sorry. Thought I had your cock there. Er, sorry, your todger.”

Ryan’s eyes watered but he tried to stay cool. “We…we say cock here too. It’s ok! Just an accident, ma’am.” Stupid. He addressed her like she was a teacher or his mum, not a potential girlfriend.

“Yeah, of course.” She grinned. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”

“Ryan.” He hadn’t even fucking asked her name yet. “Um. And you, ma’am? I mean, miss?”

“Ma’am works fine, Ryan. I’m Melody.”

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Ryan

On their Uber to her city-centre flat, Melody repeatedly apologized to Ryan for the humbleness of her place. Ryan nodded shakily, figuring her AirBnB couldn’t be worse than his studio flat. He wasn’t thinking too focused on that at all, to be honest. She was still idly playing with his cock and balls in the back of the cab. Her hand would drift up his cock, circling the head and milking out a thick glob of precum, leaving him right on the edge before pulling away.

Occasionally she’d drift lower and fondle his testicles, rolling them gently but firmly back and forth, which sent a chill up his spine. She didn't accidentally squeeze him again, but some sixth sense seemed to tell him his plums were in mortal danger every time her hand circled them.

It was just nervousness at getting to lose his virginity, of course. He just needed to get over it. He moaned as her thumb traced back up the bottom of his cock, probing inquisitively into the bottom of his cockhead.

“Oh.” Melody sounded slightly disappointed. “Are you cut, Ryan?”

He winced and nodded.

“I thought they didn’t circumcise over here.”

“They don’t. When I was 20, the doctor said I had a medical issue – it was too tight, or something — and I had to get it cut.”

“Wow.” She unzipped his trousers and flopped his cock out.

“Melody!”

“Oh, relax. The driver can’t see back here.” She circled his cock head with her hand, swirling his precum around for lube. “Very high and tight, isn’t it? I figured most guys would’ve gotten it low and loose, if they could choose.” Her thumb probed into the bottom of his cockhead, and she gasped.

“And you had them take out your frenulum, too?”

“No,” he said bitterly, “I didn’t. I’d wanted it low, and loose, and I’d specifically discussed with the doctor to make sure she wouldn’t cut my frenulum off. I hadn’t been with a girl — at that point — but I’d…I mean, I’d masturbated, and I knew those bits felt really good, and read online about how I’d lose all this sensation if she cut them off.”

“But my step-mum was with me, and after anaesthesia, she talked to the surgeon again. Made some specific alterations so they’d gouge all of that away, I guess, and stretch it super drum tight so I’d have as little foreskin and sensation left as possible. When I asked her about it after, she just shrugged and said that was how circumcisions were supposed to be. Like she’d never even heard of it any other way, or even given it a second thought.”

“Oh Ryan. You poor boy.” She swirled her palm around his bare, numbed cockhead. “She really did you a favor though, you know.”

“She took away all the best parts.”

“You’re still plenty sensitive, boy. Look at how twitchy you are.” She squeezed tight, and he arched his back so hard he lifted off the seat. Another giant splurt of precum coated her hand. “You’d probably have blown your load by now if you’d gotten cut your way.”

“Ahh! I suppose so — oh god!”

“See? Mom always knows best.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t you rather last long enough to get inside me?”

“Ok, ok, ok ok ok.” He hyperventilated as she mercilessly teased him to the edge, letting go of his bare dick right before he actually blew his load.

“You want that, don’t you? You’re going to hold your cum back until I say, right?” Ryan frantically nodded.

“Yes Melody — oh god. Please…please go easier.”

“I’m going to do exactly as I please with you, Ryan. Trust me. I know my way around a full pair of balls.” The driver pulled to a stop in front of a very expensive looking block of flats.

“Ok.”

“Good boy. Look, we’re here.” Melody unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, leaving him to awkwardly tuck his leaky, quivering member back into his jeans before the Uber driver noticed.

---

Ryan gawped at the “humble” lodgings. He’d been expecting an AirBNB, not one of these posh modern flats. The place looked like something out of a magazine, with sharp lines, glass surfaces, and furniture that seemed more like art than something you were allowed to sit on.

“I know it isn’t much, but it was as nice as I could find on short notice. This whole trip to England was pretty last minute. Before he moved out, my son and I had a sort of…falling out, near the end of his senior year, and we haven’t been talking, really. I was lonely, and just wanted an adventure. And to find someone to keep me, you know…A little less lonely.”

“Of course! I…I can do that.” His cock tented his jeans again. She laughed.

“I’m sure you can. You can take your boxers off, Ryan. I can tell you’re a little uncomfortable there.”

“Um.” He frowned. “Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”

“When I’m ready, boy. Let’s take it one step at a time. Do you want a drink?” Without waiting for his response, she opened a bottle of white wine and poured two glasses. She held them and stared at him expectantly, arching an eyebrow.

“Come on, Ryan. I spent the whole ride here playing with your cock. It’s hardly the time to be shy now, is it? Show mommy what you’re packing down there.”

As excited as he was for this, this wasn’t quite how he’d pictured it. Certainly, he hadn’t expected losing his virginity to make him feel so small. He pulled his trousers down, then took a deep breath and flopped his briefs down as well. His cock caught on the elastic band as it went down and flipped up, spattering himself with clear drops of prejaculate.

Melody grinned wolfishly. “Gorgeous. It’s so smooth and shiny. Most American guys don’t get theirs cut that tightly, but girls always prefer it when it’s snipped as cleanly as possible. You really are lucky, Ryan. Even if you’re not quite as big as some other guys.”

“I’m not small,” he said defensively. Melody shrugged.

“Well, you’re not tiny. I’ve certainly seen bigger, though. Have a seat. Spread your legs apart so I can really take a look at you.”

He took a seat at the end of the loveseat, and reluctantly spread his legs apart. His balls slid out and rolled onto the cold leather. His cock bobbed eagerly above, stretched tight and shiny bare, precum dribbling down its smooth underside.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she purred. “How long have you been filling them up, Ryan?”

He blinked. “Uh, what?”

“Your balls, Ryan. They’re clearly very full. They’re so tight, and almost purple. Has it been three weeks since you had a release?” She grinned. “Come on, you can tell me. How long since you’ve had sex, Ryan? Who was the last lucky girl to drain those plums dry?”

“Um.” He coughed. He’d expected tonight’s activities to be more focused on his dick, but at least she wasn’t implying he was too small for her anymore.

“It’s been four weeks since I’ve…released, I guess. And…I’ve never been with a girl before.”

Melody stopped short. “Wait. Seriously? How old are you?”

He blushed. “27, ma’am. But I’ve never really found the right person. You know, it’s hard —”

“Oh, but the American MILF who groped you in the bar is your soulmate?” She chuckled.

“It’s ok, Ryan. You’ve been trying to lose your virginity for a while, haven’t you?”

“...yeah, I have. Just haven’t had much luck. If you want someone more experienced, I understand.”

“Oh Ryan, nothing is further from the truth. Do you know how lucky I am? Two swollen balls, packed tight full of cum, attached to a totally inexperienced guy, who’s just desperate for my touch…You are absolutely perfect.”

“I mean, I could tell you weren’t the most macho man in the world, even back in the pub. I didn’t realize just how wimpy you were.” He whimpered.

“I’m not a wimp.”

“We’ll see about that, sweetie. But it’s ok. I don’t need some big, hung manly man tonight. I need someone I can play with, and use, and do anything I want to. Someone I can teach about all the stuff I like in bed, who’s not going to pout or cry or tell me no. Are you going to tell me no tonight, Ryan?”

“No. I mean, uh…I’ll agree to everything. I promise.”

She laughed. “Good boy. Here, have some wine.”

---

As Melody sauntered over to her victim, she reminisced over the last year.

One year since that fateful month. One year since she’d felt Malcolm’s testicle explode beneath her thumb. One year since visiting her own son in the recovery ward, his legs splayed wide apart in the stirrups to give her a clear view at his empty scrotum. One year since she’d had to deal with the reality that she’d never get grandchildren, and watch her only son’s manhood slowly shrivel up day after day as his testosterone left him permanently.

Life at home had been awkward after that. Robert hadn’t wanted much to do with her, even through all of her apologies. She couldn’t blame him, really; watching your own mom masturbate while you’re screaming in pain from your last ruptured testicle had to take a toll on any guy. Feeling your own final drops of semen leak out, knowing you’ll never have any sexual pleasure for the rest of your life, while the one woman who was supposed to protect you was shaking from the pleasure of watching would hurt any boy.

And on top of that, she hadn’t been able to resist Malcolm. At first she’d tried to keep her trysts with her son’s one-nutted friend stealthy, but it was impossible; Melody had never been able to keep herself quiet during a good orgasm, and Malcolm provided plenty. She knew she should be a little more sympathetic to her eunuch son’s plight, but the uniball boy was just so irresistible. His throbbing cock filled her hungry pussy so perfectly, and the remainder of his manhood made for a fantastic stress toy before, during, and after their hookups.

For foreplay, she’d slam a cheeky knee into Malcolm’s crotch until he was wheezing. During sex, she’d use it like a handhold, pulling as hard as she could to speed him up or crushing his nut pancake-flat when she wanted him to slow down. Afterwards, she’d lay next to the quivering, crying boy, softly probing the organ, luxuriating in whatever new damage she’d inflicted, pressing him into her bosom when her thumb sank into a particularly bruised patch of gonad meat. Malcolm proved that a boy could be just as fun with a half empty sack as a full one. Their trysts were stimulating enough to keep Melody distracted from her son’s loud sobbing in the room next door.

But eventually, Robert went off to college, and Melody found herself hungry again, in a way she hadn’t been for years. His castration had reawakened something insatiable inside of her, and torturing Malcolm’s last nut only staved it off without providing her the satisfaction she really needed.

Melody craved castration. She needed it like she needed air or water.

The sleepy town in the middle of the English countryside provided a perfect hunting ground for her. Thousands of miles away, nobody knew who she was, and nobody would be able to track her down when she’d finished with her victim. And Ryan was truly the perfect victim, even more so than she’d expected. She’d sized him up as a single, sexually frustrated young man with an inferiority complex from across the room, but she hadn’t realized just how true that was.

Four weeks of blueballing and a lifetime of virginity. Roiling, cum-packed blueballs attached to a weak-willed boy who melted in her hand. He even bore a passing resemblance to her son. After decades of abstention and self-control from her urge to neuter any and every healthy man she knew, he was the perfect victim to finally indulge in.

He was sitting on her couch, his lovely balls puddled out between his legs, the constant stream of precum from his modest erection pooling in the dimple between his scrotum and his member. Ryan looked up at her like a scared puppy, nervous but eager. She walked over with both glasses of wine, smirking, and ‘tripped’.

Melody was well experienced in this exact ‘accident’ by now. Expertly turning to avoid spilling any of the expensive vintage, she fell forward into his lap, her left knee extended. With his legs spread apart and his balls as large as they were, she couldn’t have missed his package if she tried. His testicles were extremely full, but still had enough give to flatten beneath her weight. The virgin let out a faint wheeze as she collapsed into him, pinning all of her weight onto his left ball.

“Oops.” The boy looked up at her in disbelief, and she met his eyes. Then she rolled her weight to the right side, flattening the other half of his manhood. Wriggling her weight back and forth on his privates, she enjoyed the look of confusion starting to set in.

“Melody — FUCK! You got me in the balls.”

“Sorry sweetie. I didn’t realize. I can just be so klutzy.” She rolled back and forth, steamrolling his balls as flat as she could, before appearing to get up — right before pulling her knee back again and slamming it into his crotch.

“It’s an accident. I swear.” She pulled her knee back again and — crunch.

“Accident?!” He squeaked.

“Yes. Totally an accident.” Thump, CRUNCH.

“STOP!” She pulled her knee away and stood up, allowing Ryan to fall over onto the loveseat, hands stuffed between his thighs.

“Is this…what is this? What are you doing?”

“I’m just clumsy, Ryan.”

“You kneed me in the balls, twice. Obviously intentionally. Please, I thought we were going to…”

“Thought we were going to what, Ryan?” She leaned over him, allowing her breasts to nearly spill out of her tight black dress. Despite his pain, his eyes were drawn to the swath of milky-white flesh she presented him.

“Did you want to go inside me, boy? Feel mommy’s tight pussy around you? Make me cum all over you?”

He nodded frantically.

“Well, we can still do that. But I admit, those hits weren’t accidental. I just have a little kink, you know? I like hurting boys in the bollocks. Or, the goolies. That’s what you call them here, right?”

“...Yeah. But we usually just say balls.”

“Sure. Balls then, love. I love hurting balls. I can admit that now. I used to be embarrassed, but I’ve gotten comfortable with my kinks, and that’s my biggest one. And you said you’d do everything I wanted tonight. I promise, I’ll let you inside of me, and I’ll let you make me cum. But you have to let me have my fun as well, right?”

He looked confused. “I mean…is this…foreplay? I…I’ve watched porn. They never do any of this stuff. It’s mostly like, dick sucking, and…touching lightly, and….nothing painful.”

“This isn’t porn, Ryan,” she said seriously. “I’m a real woman, with real needs. And real sex is about giving as well as taking. You can give me what I want, right?”

“I don’t know…”

She lifted her leg in front of his face and saw his eyes grow wide. She hadn’t worn panties that night; Ryan looked straight ahead at what would’ve been the first pussy he’d seen in his life.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. You can endure a little pain for the chance to get inside my pussy, right Ryan?”

Melody could see the resistance visibly drain out of him as his balls overrode his common sense.

“You’re not going to…do any permanent damage, right?”

“Of course not. I promise, I won’t pop anything,” Melody lied. God, this was going to be easy. Her knee was still up in the air, giving him a view of her pussy.

“Ok. As long as you don’t go too hard. I really want to have kids some day, and I’ve heard —”

She brought her heel down, slamming it between his legs and crushing his balls against the stiff couch beneath. Ryan hunched over, hugging and pawing at her shin and her thigh, desperately trying to ease the pressure. Melody just leaned forward, putting more and more weight onto his nuts, twisting her shoe slowly. She could feel the organs starting to flatten, and she knew the intense pressure and inexorable twisting motion would soften and untangle the tightly knotted tubules inside, allowing them to break apart more beneath her.

---

Ryan’s head lolled back and he gagged with pain. His eyes were watering so much he could barely see, but he struggled to keep them open so he could keep staring at that beautiful, subtle cleft beneath her skirt. He could feel Melody grinding his balls back and forth, and he started to get scared she’d accidentally rupture something.

But she promised. She’d absolutely promised she wouldn’t pop them. He reminded himself of that as she put more and more pressure onto his tender bollocks. The older woman was obviously very experienced at this kind of foreplay, whatever it was. He trusted she wouldn’t go too far.

But god he couldn’t wait for the main event. The pain was staggering. After an eternity, she lifted her foot up, looking both satisfied and disappointed with him.

“You really withstood that, hm? Still feeling up for more?”

If more meant more ballcrushing, he was not. “More…what?”

“More foreplay, sweetie.” His reaction answered for him.

“Oh, we can do something a little less painful. Come on, lay back. On the couch.”

“What…what are you going to do to me?”

“Relax. I’ll give your nuts a break for a second.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want to taste my pussy?”

That was what he’d been expecting foreplay to be. Without another word, he rolled over onto the couch and laid back. Melody straddled him, pinning him in place. He could smell her pussy, and felt it dripping onto his chin.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted to please mommy? You’ve done a great job tonight, cutie. I’ve loved crushing your balls so far. It’s hard to explain, but some boys have a pair that’s just made to be crushed. Like, some are really small, or really hard, or way too big, or dangle too low or are packed too tightly to get a grip on. But yours are perfect, Ryan.”

“Um. Oh.”

“They fit perfectly in my hand. They have just enough give that I can really feel them deform when I’m pressing down, but they’re sturdy enough I know they’re still fully functional. You know, if you bust a pair too much, they can actually lose a lot of their functionality even before they pop. They get loose and pliable and all mushy, and you can just tell the guy’s already sterile even though he’s got a full sack. But yours are going to stay super fertile for a long time, I can tell. Trust me, Ryan, these are every girl’s favorite type of nuts to crack.”

“...Thanks.” He wasn’t sure he enjoyed that particular compliment. And he definitely didn’t enjoy how detailed she was about ‘losing functionality’. Still, he knew this had to just be some kind of BDSM-power play she got off on.

He could feel her pussy getting wet, girl drool slicking against his skin. She leaned back and slid herself closer to his lips, then finally settled on top. Her pussy lips and hair and clit filled his view beneath her black skirt. She still hadn’t undressed.

“Ryan, sweetie. I know you’re new to this, but you can’t be that naive.” She grabbed his head and pushed him forward. “Stick your tongue out and taste me. Now, boy.”

His tongue flicked forward tentatively and found her clit.

“Good start, but go harder. Now.” She slapped behind her without looking, perfectly landing her hand on his bruised balls. Ryan cried out, but her cunt smothered him. He’d been hoping the ball torture part of the night had finished up, but he was starting to suspect that testicle pain never really ended with Melody. She slapped him again, hard, and he started to speed up in the hopes enough pleasure would distract her from his nuts.

“Oh, Ryan. Honey…You’re doing so good. Push your tongue in more, baby, that’s just what mommy needs.” She leaned back and groaned, grabbing both his balls in her hand and squeezing them gently. He licked hard and harder, and she rewarded him with a face full of girlcum. Unfortunately, as her pleasure grew, so did her pressure. By the time he’d licked her obediently to the edge of her climax, he could feel his balls squishing out around her nails, her white-knuckled fists trembling with the strength she exerted.

“Right there, yes! Go in as far as you can, sweetie, it won’t bite. Ungh. You’re doing…you’re doing so good. I’m going to…Mommy’s going to…” Melody’s words devolved into unintelligible gasping.

Then she took a really deep breath, and threw her head back. A torrent of wetness filled his mouth.

“OH GOD! MOMMY’S CUMMING!” Melody gushed all over his face. She stopped increasing the pressure on his bollocks but didn’t relax it at all, and as she bucked and spasmed, she mindlessly pulled them far away from him. He tried to scream and beg for her to stop, slapping her thighs at an attempt to communicate how distressingly close his nutcords were to snapping, but Melody was deep in the throes of her orgasm and didn’t seem to notice.

Finally, she finished. Sagging forward, she let go of his manhood at last. He curled his knees up instinctually, sobbing.

“Aww, did I hurt you, Ryan?” He nodded into her pussy.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I went pretty hard on your plums. You were just doing such a good job licking my pussy. You’re really a natural at it, you know. Do you want me to make it up to you?” He nodded again.

She wriggled down his body, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness on his chest. He nearly came when she slid over his dick, spurting his own streak of precum onto her, but groaned when she kept sliding down until she was between his knees. She held his quivering cock in one hand, barely touching it, like it was a loaded gun she was afraid would go off at any moment.

“Wow. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” He nodded frantically.

“I bet if your real mommy hadn’t snipped and shaved you so cleanly, you’d be so sensitive you’d cum just from me touching you right now.” She moved her mouth closer, and his heartbeat sped up. He could feel her breath on his cockhead. It felt cool against the dampness of his constantly leaking precum. “You really are lucky she clipped so much off.”

“Oh god. Melody, please!”

She kissed him right where his frenulum would’ve been. He bucked upwards and groaned, desperately trying to get more stimulation, but she pulled her head fast enough to avoid him slipping between her lips.

“Bad boy.” She swatted his testicles, and he groaned.

“Please, Melody, no more, I can’t —”

She leaned forward and engulfed his bellend with her mouth.

---

Melody swirled her tongue around Ryan’s bare cockhead, poking inside and sucking as much precum out as she could. Getting his entire cock in her mouth was no challenge, but keeping him right on the edge was much more difficult. She knew the second he came, she’d lose her grip over him, and he’d start fighting back for real. Already he was nearly complaining from the pain. That wouldn’t do at all; she needed to lure him with a bit more pleasure to keep him under her thumb. Threading the needle between intense pleasure and a climactic release was hard when he was this pent up.

Another spurt of precum shot down her throat and she slid off his dick just in time. He’d stopped complaining about his balls, which was a good sign he was getting too close to the edge. She punched him in the nuts to bring him back away from it. He groaned, his cock wilting just a bit, and she leaned forward again and licked him back to the brink.

Over and over, she repeated this; suckling and stroking just until he was about to explode, then busting his swollen purple balls until he was a safe distance from cumming. By the eighth iteration of this pain/pleasure cycle, she could see his brain starting to break. Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he could barely speak.

“Are you ready for more foreplay, Ryan? I’ve given you enough pleasure, right, love?” His mouth moved silently in response. Melody took that for assent.

“I’d like to stomp on them, full force. I’ve got these high heels that are going to be so fun, and if you could just lay on the ground with your legs spread —”

“NO!” he shouted so loud she jumped.

“This…this isn’t what I came here for. I’m sorry, Melody. I can’t do this. This is too much for me. You’re…you’re so beautiful, and just…I thought I could endure the pain for a chance with you. But I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. I just wanted to know what normal sex felt like, and I know you said you wouldn’t do any permanent damage, but I swear it feels like something is wrong inside my balls, and I just…it’s too much. And I’m not your son. Stop calling yourself ‘mummy’”.

Melody’s stomach sank. She could feel her chance to neuter him slipping through her fingers. Ryan rolled off the couch, groaning as he hit the floor on all fours. He tried to stand up but fell back down, crippled from the pain. Failing that, he crawled on all fours towards his trousers, his thighs still clutched together, his bloated balls sticking out behind him.

They made the perfect target.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Ryan.” He didn’t respond.

“I just…don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”

Melody wound her leg back and kicked him as hard as she could, perfectly aiming her toe directly into the back of his left nut. She could feel it actually crunch this time as it flattened against his pelvic bone. Ryan had definitely been wrong when he said she’d caused permanent damage, before; she had actually kept his balls perfectly intact up until now. But this blow was definitely hard enough to dislodge some sperm count from his unused blue balls.

Her next kick caught the right one.

Ryan

When he started crawling forward, Ryan had thought he’d passed the apex of pain any man could possibly feel. When he heard the crunch between his legs, he realised how wrong he was. He flopped onto the floor at her second kick, trying to curl up to protect himself, but she put her foot on his back and pressed him flat, his balls still trapped between his legs. Then she lifted her heel up and stomped down hard on the trapped, bloated package.

Another louder, wetter crunch echoed out. He tried not to throw up.

“You’d promised you’d agree to everything tonight, Ryan.” Another stomp. Another CRUNCH.

“I’m very disappointed to hear otherwise. I hate when boys break promises to me.” CRUNCH.

“I would’ve let you keep both of them, you know. But if you’re going to act up like this, I’ll need to break my own promise.” CRUNCH

Her promise. Ryan searched his brain for what it was. Her promise to have sex with him?

No.

Her promise NOT TO POP HIS NUTS.

“No. God, please no!” He frantically tried to get up, but she pressed her foot onto his scrotum, pinning him to the floor. He could feel her rolling his nuts around, assessing them, probing them for weaknesses.

“Yes, Ryan. You’ve just been so disobedient. I find boys are much more obedient with a little less…pep, in their system. About half as much, to be specific.”

“Melody, please…” His voice had dwindled to a squeak.

“Ryan. I’ve made up my mind. Now tell me: Which testicle do you want to lose?”

He sobbed, terrified.

“The right one is definitely larger, but I think the left one is still healthier — it feels a lot less mushy. So, which one will it be? I’ll let you choose.”

“NEITHER! Please, neither!”

She sighed. “Ok. Take a deep breath and say goodbye to leftie then, honey. I’ve been told this really hurts.”

“No! Please, god, NO! You promised! You promised, Melody, please! PLEASE!”

She leaned forward, putting the entirety of her weight onto her toe, pressing his ball against the floor. His face pressed against the cool hardwood. His brain focused on the stupidest detail, as if distraction would save him from the pain. Was it oak? Mahogany? Something expensive, no doubt. Maybe —

Pop

He blacked out.

---

Melody’s heel abruptly slammed against the floor as Ryan’s ball exploded beneath it and he lost consciousness. The sight of his eyes rolled back and his mouth foaming over in pain was very sexy, but more beautiful than that was the contents of his scrotum beneath her heel. His ball had shattered into several distinct, but definitively non-functional chunks. Probing the shattered mess, she finally couldn’t hold back any more.

Breathing hard, she stripped her dress off as fast as she could, keeping his broken ball pinned beneath her. Her hands found her clit and she rubbed furiously, wiggling back and forth on top of his broken ball, grinding chunks of nutmeat into nutmush and stimulating herself, lifting her other foot to put even more weight to fully liquify the former gonad until —

“GUH!” With a primal, undignified howl, she sprayed her orgasm all over the naked comatose boy, one leg raised up high, her other trembling hard as she came. Cumming on his face had been fun, but there was something about orgasming when she didn’t feel the need to stay sexy for a man, and could just let loose. She felt one final errant chunk of nutmeat give way—

“AAAAH! Oh GOD that feels good. Holy fuck. Holy shit.”

Her third orgasm of the night started before she finished the second one. She cried out as it hit her, pressing her fingers into her clit as hard as she could. She knew her makeup was smeared and her hair was a mess; she couldn’t care less. She could drop the loving mommy persona now that her boy wasn’t watching.

Finally finished, her thighs and hands dripping with her cum, she stepped back and admired her work. Ryan’s larger ball was indeed still mostly intact, but nothing remained of his left one but a limp, empty scrotum. As she returned to her senses, she remembered something she’d tried to put out of her mind. Something that horrified her to her core. She nearly fainted at the thought of...

Her deposit. Her ludicrously expensive deposit on this gorgeous apartment with its gorgeous floors.

Recalling with dread how she’d had to refinish her own hardwood floor to get the stain from Malcolm’s testicular remnants out, she flipped Ryan over, expecting to see half of his four weeks of cum, along with the remains of his testicle, seeping into the floorboards. But somehow, against all odds, her virgin had resisted that irrational urge all boys seem to have to blow a final load from a busted ball. She nearly cried from relief. His cock still pointed up above his half-full sack, bobbing and drooling and gloriously, beautifully unrelieved of even a drop of his pent-up semen.

Still, she couldn’t trust he’d keep himself clean when she popped his other nut. Dragging him to her bedroom, she splayed him on the sumptuous mattress and tied each limb to a post, tugging them to make sure he couldn’t wriggle free. Ryan was still totally out of it.

His ball hung below his smooth, drum-tight cock. The surgeon had really done a great job on him; every possible extra nerve had been sliced away smoothly. Whoever she was (Melody was sure it was a woman; no man would’ve circumcised him so thoroughly) had circumcised him so tightly, even his ballsack was pulled up tight along his shaft; although with half its contents now liquified, it was decidedly less taut than before. His solo testicle jutted out prominently against the modest mast above, plump and healthy and quivering as if it was scared of her. As it should be.

It was huge. Almost as huge as some of her toys back home. Actually, it was exactly the same size and shape as one of her love eggs.

Inspiration struck her.

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Part 1

Minh fell to the rubber mat below, barely making sense of the impossible pain and ecstatic relief overwhelming him.

He wasn’t a virgin. He’d fucked. He came inside a real girl, not his hand.

And he’d lost a ball for it. Even if he could deny what every alarm in his body screamed, and the shrieking pain echoing out from the bloated nexus between his legs, his probing fingers confirmed it. His left ball was gone. Forever.

It was too much. Not just the pain, but the….everything. His virginity, gone. The only thing he’d thought about, dreamt of, for 15 years — he had it, and it had cost…that.

It was too much. Far too much. It had felt incredible, just like he’d fantasized, her slick, gripping pussy lips hugging his throbbing cock tightly as he shot his load —

—And her cruel thumbs had dug in, turning his left plum into plum sauce, then pressing into his remaining right one so hard she’d squelched the remainder of his orgasm. No man could go through that and stay sane.

“No no no no no no no no NO.” He babbled nonsensically. Natalie turned away from his brother’s spurting cock, carefully wiping the cum from her eyes and flicking it away. She looked down at him sympathetically, wincing at his lumpy ballbag.

She was crying. She must’ve felt bad. She…

…had her mouth hanging open and her hands between her legs, rubbing furiously.

He watched in despair as her almond-shaped eyes rolled back into her head and she let out her own shout.

“YES! Oh my gosh, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. You did amazing. Your ball…I could feel it pulling up, like in my hand, like it was trying to escape, or cum one last time — I mean, I guess you did that — it was amazing. Thank you! This…you…your brother…I couldn’t imagine a better first time.”

“I really hope you enjoyed it too. I know it’s scary, since it’s your first and your last at the same time, and we’re so public, but I really hope you liked it as much as I did.”

“Please…you popped it.” Minh sobbed. “Can I at least…at least keep the other one?”

Natalie winced. She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. Her expression changed subtly.

“Yes. You…you did so good, I’ll let you keep your right ball.” Relief flooded through him, but her next sentence replaced it with icy panic.

“But I really need to castrate your brother.” Minh felt himself go even more lightheaded.

“No, he wants kids. We both want kids.”

“Ok, but I need to castrate one of you. And if you help me with him, I’ll let you keep your last nut. Otherwise…I’ll still try to castrate him, and I’ll probably win. No offense, but you guys aren’t very good at fighting.” She grimaced. “And once he’s neutered, I’d take your last ball too.”

“I can’t…I can’t betray him. I can’t let him down.”

She winced. “Minh…If you don’t, I promise I’ll take your last nut. I mean it. Think about who you’ll be letting down then. Your bro will still be neutered, but your parents, your grandparents, your aunts and uncles…you’ll be letting down your whole family tree. Please, Minh, I’m giving you a chance to reproduce after entering the arena. That’s really rare. Don’t waste it.”

Through the pain and trauma, Minh couldn’t help but see her logic. He loved his brother as much as any man could… But there was no point in risking both of their nuts. He needed to ensure the Nguyen family line didn’t die in the arena.

“Ok. Ok. If you promise to let me keep my other one…I’ll help you win. Just…Be quick. Don’t torture him. He’s my brother.”

“Ok. I promise.” She kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you so much. I know it must’ve hurt when your ball popped — you don’t want to feel that again, right? No man would. Hung will understand…someday. I promise.”

---

Hung’s face was pressed against the mat, the smell of bleach and rubber almost comforting against the pain between his legs. His ass was in the air, as if pushing it up away from his brain would dampen the excruciating throbbing pain echoing out from his ruptured gonad. He was still pumping his cock, rubbing his foreskin against his cockhead, desperate for the stimulation even as he felt the remnants of his left testicle dribbling weakly out of his dick.

The kicks, the blows, the punches…every second since entering the ring has brought some new testicular nightmare. But he hadn’t truly understood pain until she’d bit down all the way. He had been able to feel her chew, and grind, not quite hard enough to break the skin but purposeful and methodical, making sure to take away every piece of his former testicle until she spat him out, not even caring about his orgasm. He could still feel it sliding around inside his scrotum, nauseatingly wet and disconnected from him, shattered nerves still singing with burning.

As his climax finally nearly finished, he staggered to his feet, nearly slipping in the wet pool he’d made on the mat.

He saw the psycho bitch he’d just facefucked whispering in his brother’s ear, Minh’s cum still sliding out of her pussy.

His first blowjob had felt as good as he'd hoped… Until she’d chewed his testicle into peanut butter. He shuddered at the pain, even as he milked the last few drops of cum from his flaccid dick.

Still…At least he still had one nut. And he’d gotten a blowjob. But god, it wasn't worth the pain of a rupture.

Minh was standing, and shakily made his way over to his brother. Hung glanced between his legs, and winced at the sight of his twin’s own missing nut.

“Bro…she popped you too?”

“Yeah.” Minh was crying. “Right as I came. She didn't even let me enjoy it, just pinched my cord while it happened.” He was sobbing now.

“Dude…don't let her see you like that. You can't give her the satisfaction. We're not castrated yet, we just have to team up and defend ourselves.”

“No. She’s…she's too strong. I'm sorry dude. I…I told her to make it fast.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just…just let her take it. I can still continue the family line. Just let her pop your last ball, and it'll all be over.”

Hung’s mouth hung open. “No. No no no no. Bro, look at me. We just need to —”

Minh ran behind his own brother and pulled his hands from his crotch. Hung tried to stop him, but he was still weak from the pain in his half-neutered scrotum, and couldn’t resist his brother when he locked his elbows behind his back. Limp but held up in his brother’s arms, Hung sobbed as he felt his brother hold him tight and spread his legs apart with his feet.

---

Natalie couldn’t believe how easy it had been.

She’d been disappointed with herself, to be sure. She’d wanted to hold off her climax until the end of the bout. Unlike most of the girls in the arena, Natalie didn’t have the sex drive to cum more than once in a row. She’d always been a one-and-done girl at home, even while fantasizing about marathon sessions, hitting climax after climax as she splattered imaginary gonad after gonad into infertile mush.

But here, in the arena, with two men she’d just halfstrated herself…she could feel warmth creep back down into her slick pussy. For the first time in her life, she’d get to cum again. She wishfully dreamed of managing even a third one once she’d neutered both of them, but knew that was beyond her limits.

Natalie almost never lied, in real life (which is how she’d started thinking about the world outside the dreamy, fantastical world of the arena). She was a perfect angel. She recycled. She worked late. She called her parents regularly, and didn’t cheat, and didn’t hurt a fly.

So she hadn’t expected to be so convincing with her lie to Minh. Of course she couldn’t let him leave with anything functioning between his legs. That was the whole point. Even crushing his brother’s last nut wasn’t enough for her. She’d held back so much and repressed every violent urge every day of her life. This bout was her one chance to be who she actually was, deep inside: an evil, fucked up, sadistic BITCH.

Natalie shuddered at the word. She didn’t like cussing, even in her head.

But that’s what she was. What other kind of woman would get off not just on neutering two brothers, but severing their connection for life? She knew Hung would never forgive Minh for helping her. A man might, eventually, maybe learn to forgive a woman who castrated him. Rarely. At least he could know that she didn’t truly understand the pain and despair of being sexless for life. But a brother? A fellow man who knew the exact agony of a popped nut, the terror of imagining waking up with a forever empty scrotum?

They’d be enemies for life. She wasn’t just taking their manhoods, she was taking their bond. She hadn’t even known she’d wanted to do that until the opportunity presented itself. She smiled as Hung struggled fruitlessly against his brother’s arms, and his remaining fruit hung down between his legs like the speedbag at her self-defense class.

She got on her knees below him and looked up lovingly into Hung’s terrified face.

“Your brother is right. I’ll try to be fast. I promised.” He shook his head back and forth, protesting desperately.

“Please….don’t. Please Minh, just let go. We can beat her. We can get out of here.” He sobbed. Beneath him, Natalie saw Minh’s dick hanging limply behind Hung’s butt, his own saggy ballsack dangling identically. Minh had his legs spread apart, his thighs on the inside of his brother’s so Hung couldn’t close them, keeping Hung’s last ball free and vulnerable for her to start destroying.

And Natalie started punching.

The speedbag had been her favorite in class, and she was very good at it. Hung screamed as she battered away at his nut, her fists rolling one over another as she kept her rhythm up, slamming his lone nut and the shattered remains of its brother mercilessly around, slamming into his own taint. Hung’s ball took the majority of the cruel momentum of her fists, but Minh got a faint dose as his brother’s ball slammed into his. Over and over, she worked his testicle over as hard as she could, feeling the bloated sperm factory swell and soften beneath her knuckles.

“Look at her go! What do you think of that technique, Valerie? I’ve heard girls call that ‘the eggbeater’.” The loudspeaker above blared.

“Sounds right to me! Looks like Hung’s going to be leaving with a sack full of whipped meringue.”

---

Hung could feel his nut breaking apart between his legs. He could feel his brother twitch each time she made his last gonad perversely slap against Minh’s; he took a slight pleasure in knowing his brother got a fraction of the pain he had to endure.

He thought of all their years together, bitter at the thought of his betrayal. Bile filled his throat, and he retched as she hit their balls together particularly hard. After all they’d been through together, from the womb through high school and college, their many failed attempts to lose their virginity, their fights and their good times together, he couldn’t believe Minh would do this to him. 25 years of brotherly love and frustration all ended here. As far as Hung was concerned, he didn’t have a brother anymore.

Well, soon, Minh wouldn’t either, he thought bitterly, as her fist drove his nut up into him, cracking wetly and eliciting another icy spear of pain through his last testicle.

He secretly hoped she was lying, that she’d take his brother’s last ball anyway…

Wait.

His eyes went wide with realization.

“Minh. Minh! She’s lying! She’s going to pop you too!”

His brother ignored him. “I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. Just let her finish.”

“It’s pointless. Bro!”

Minh’s eyes flickered. “I…What? She’s just…she just needs to neuter you. She promised.”

“SHE’S FUCKING LYING!!”

 “I…I don’t know. I think…I think she’s real.” Minh’s eyes hit the floor.

“Please believe me, bro! We can work together and still win!”

“Hung…I’m really sorry, I just can’t take that chance.”

Just then, Natalie drove a fierce uppercut between his legs, pinning his right testicle into his pelvis, driving in deeper and deeper until —

His last, final ball gave way, crunching apart beneath her knuckles. She uppercut him again, squishing the separate pieces of gonad apart farther. He let out a wail, cut off by another dry heave at the pain. Over and over, she drove her fist into his crotch, pinning each chunk of nutmeat beneath the full force of her blow. His shriveled cock coughed to life, spurting a weak, watery final load, his final remaining sperm evacuating his balls in a purposeless, desperate escape.

“NO! GOD, fuck NO!” 

Overhead, the announcer’s voice came through muzzily.

“I don’t think begging’s going to get you anywhere, boy! She might look nice, but our first timer Natalie packs a hell of an uppercut!”

“Even from up here, there’s no doubt about it — he’s outta the gene pool! Look at that cumshot, Victoria — that watery blob is NOT a sign of a healthy pair of grapes. It’s the nice ones that’ll always getcha, dude!”

As he rolled over and his vision darkened, he looked up at the only remaining testicle in his family tree, his brother bent over and holding his crotch in agony, and he desperately hoped he was wrong. As much as he hated Minh, and knew he’d never talk to that betraying asshole again, his mom and dad deserved better. They’d always been excited about grandkids.

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Minh shuddered at the sight of his brother’s emptied ballsack on the ground, even as he clutched his own in pain. Natalie was still on the floor, masturbating again.

“So…we’re done? You promised I could…”

“Y…yeah!” She was barely paying attention to him. Minh thanked God his brother was wrong.

“Just…just wait for me to finish. Please, come over here…I promise. I’ll let you go. Just come over here.”

He was still terrified of what this shy, sadistic, apologizing naked nerd could do to him. Every instinct in his body drove him to move away, to get his balls as far from her destroying hands and knees and teeth as possible. But he was worried about what she’d do to him.

And with what his brother had gone through… He felt like her continuing torture of his last testicle was, at least, a fraction of the penance he deserved to pay. She’d promised not to pop him. If she was just going to bruise his last nut a little more, he could live with that. After all, Hung had to live with so much worse.

He stepped forward and she hungrily grabbed at his ball with her free hand. Minh squealed at the familiar pain of her thumb digging into his ball, this time driving into the mostly intact front side, wiggling back and forth like a worm trying to dig through packed soil. He coughed, and bent over, and foamed at the mouth. He could feel the exact shape of her nail forming an irreversible crescent-shaped bruise.

Finally, she’d found what she was looking for. Throwing her head back and rubbing herself madly, she wailed into the bright lights above the arena and came, gushing wave after wave of girlcum onto the rubber mat beneath her. She didn’t let up any of the pressure from her finger, and Minh felt the agonizing feeling of a cracking ballshell as she used all her strength to drill into his manhood.

But she let up, just in time. Finishing the aftershocks of her climax, Natalie let go of his ball and got to her feet. He fell over, sobbing once again and bizarrely dripping a thin mixture of precum and semen. She’d pressed his ball so hard she’d physically squeezed it out of him, once again without the beautiful relief of an orgasm.

“Ok. How do we…how do we tell them we’re done?”

Natalie bit her lip and looked at him guiltily.

“I’m sorry, Minh. There’s really only one way for an arena match to end.”

Then she grabbed his shoulders and rocketed her knee into his last ball.

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Natalie was still shaking from her second orgasm when she felt Minh’s nut flatten beneath her knee.

She didn’t even think she could manage a third orgasm. She just needed desperately to finish what she started at this point. But when she witnessed the horror hit Minh’s face as she dashed his hopes of manhood beneath her knee, she felt herself start to get wet yet again. She could still see that he was hoping it was a feint, that she’d giggle and tell him the deal was still on.

Natalie kneed him extra hard, driving that last little spark of hope from his eyes.

“Please! I did everything you asked! I…I fucked over my own brother! For fuck’s sake, what else could I do?!” Minh wailed. Natalie didn’t answer, just landed another knee on the left side of his crotch, liquefying some tattered remnants of his first popped nut. He keeled over, retching, and started to collapse to the floor. Staring up from the rubber mat, he made eye contact with the gleeful women in the front row through the thick elastic bands around the arena.

“You still aren’t getting it, dude! She’s not letting you keep your last nut. She’s not letting you keep anything. You literally got to fuck her already, you should be grateful!”

“Trust me, I’ve seen first timers go absolutely feral when they get their hands on their first pair of willing balls. She is making this fast for you. You’re lucky!”

The boy was in too much shock and pain, from his ruptured left ball and badly drilled right ball, to put up much resistance. She practically had to physically hold him up by his armpits as she drilled her knee into his crotch, again and again, doing her best to keep enough leverage to hurt him.

The crowd above had strong opinions on her choice of technique for shattering the Nguyens’ final plum.

“LET US SEE HIM BETTER, GIRL! DON’T HIDE THAT LAST POP FROM US!”

“Give her a break, it’s her first time. She’s doing great! 3 down in 10 minutes flat — she can be forgiven if she can’t do the last one perfectly. The boy can’t even stay standing!”

“I don’t need to see it, I just need to hear him — make him hurt! Don’t let him pass out, either — it sucks when they don’t feel it! I wanna hear him scream!”

She had to sympathize; she’d always been disappointed when a fighter chose to take a boy’s last ball in such an awkward way, his knees clutched around hers so they couldn’t get a good look at its final detonation.

Plus, she didn’t have any hands free while she had to hold him up. Which was a very high priority for her, right now.

She pushed the near-eunuch to the ground and spread his knees apart. Raising her bare foot high, she stomped down on the final offending gonad and started playing with herself once again. He coughed and scrunched into the fetal position, but she held herself on top of it against his protests, shifting more and more of her slim frame on top of it.

Beneath her foot, she could feel the thing splay out deliciously, and finally she lifted her other foot up entirely, balancing all of her weight on his last ball just like she’d seen other fighters do.

But as technically talented and lightning fast as she was, no amount of training could defeat the laws of physics. The fighters she’d seen pop a nut beneath their weight alone had been much…thicker than her. And well endowed. For the first time in her life, she felt jealous of those girls with backbreakingly huge tits. Hers let her move around fast enough to defend herself despite her scrawny size, but she just didn’t have the mass required to splatter a nut beneath her weight alone.

So, she started to bounce.

Up and down, slowly at first, not hard enough to even lift off his ball entirely, she pushed herself up and down gently, compressing the nut with incredible force. It passed the plateau of flatness it’d been stuck at and spread further out, its edges going from smooth to rough as the outer shell gave way.

“Do you feel that? It’s dying, Minh.” She leaned over and whispered into his ear. “I’m killing your last babymaker. You’ll lose your testosterone, you understand? Those big muscles, that…that long hard cock? They’re going to go away, forever. Because of me. You might get a high pitched voice, or grow boobs, or…you might get lucky. You might still look like a man. But you’ll never be one again.” He sobbed beneath her.

“At least you got that one last chance, right? You got to lose your virginity! That’s what you came here for, right? I…I was really nice to you, honestly! Most girls don’t do anything like that. Most girls would just want to end your sex life before it began at all. I’m nicer than them, at least, aren’t I?”

He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. She had taken his brother and his left nut from him, and now she was taking his last one. But she still wanted to break him more.

“Tell me. Tell me I’m nicer than them. Tell me I’m a good girl. I…I try so hard to be, all the time.”

She looked into his eyes as she bounced harder and harder on top of his testicle.

“Tell me, please. Thank me for being so nice.”

Through gritted teeth and foamy lips, the words barely made it out of him. But he tried his best.

“Thank…ooo, Natalie. Thank you. You’re…nice. You felt so nice.” He was sobbing. “I wish…I wish I could’ve felt that without the pain.”

“I know, Minh. I know. But at least you got to feel it, right?” He sobbed, and nodded. “I’ve really only done it with one guy before, you know. He told me I was tighter than any girl he’d ever been with. And we only did it a few times before he…couldn’t do it anymore. So I’m almost a virgin myself.”

His eyes went wide at the revelation. “I…I assumed you’d done this a lot.”

“It’s my first round too, Minh. I just thought…well, I thought you were cute.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“Say goodbye to your nut, now.”

She bounced so hard she lifted inches off his scrotum.

And came down hard, spattering his gonad’s innards out of the cracks that had formed in its shell. Natalie fell down and orgasmed without shame, a miraculous third as she ground his balls away beneath her, sliding back and forth, methodically looking for any intact remnants, dragging out her pleasure as long as she could—

— until somehow, her pleasure started to build, more rapidly than she’d ever felt. Her petering aftershocks suddenly built back up, incredibly fast, and Natalie rubbed away and suddenly —

— crested again, and Natlaie cried out in real surprise as she reached a miraculous fourth climax, overlapping with the end of her third one in a cascade of ecstasy. She couldn’t believe it; she’d never even dreamed of this much pleasure at once, but the intensity and excitement and pure heartbreak of the boys beneath her triggered something deep inside her she didn’t know she had.

Dropping to the ground, her legs giving out from the spasms, she rolled onto her back and arched her pussy up, rubbing her clit as she freely sobbed in ecstasy. Dimly through her tears, she saw the women drag the two unconscious eunuchs out as the crowd mocked the new eunuchs.

“Hope you boys didn’t want babies!”

“Hope you didn’t want anything to do with being a man! Those nuts are toast, bros! Get used to being a little lighter between the legs.”

“They’re not really brothers anymore, right? What’s the right word for twin eunuchs?”

Natalie gushed everywhere, girlcum mixing with Minh’s last semen dripping from her — or not quite last, perhaps, as his low-hanging cock left a wispy snailtrail of semen behind him as he was dragged out by his armpits.

She revelled in what she’d done: four ruptured testicles, and more importantly, four beautiful, relaxing, relieving, unrepressed, gushing orgasms, one for each gonad she’d ruined. The arena had really provided her the push she needed to get past her own repressions. She likely never would’ve indulged in them, after David, but seeing other girls go through the same thing was so freeing. She burned the memory of the match into her brain, knowing it would fuel her squirming orgasms for years to come.

Masturbating in the stands was one thing, but the reality of being watched by so many people as she indulged in her darkest fantasies had terrified her for years, even as she fantasized about it. She was so proud of herself for leaving her comfort zone and enjoying herself. She arched herself up even higher, spreading her legs for the audience to see, unbothered and truly free for the first time in her life.

High above, in one particular pair of seats, Natalie could just barely see Vanessa and Brian.  Vanessa was squeezing his plums, although not fatally hard, watching Natalie intently and smiling. Brian was pumping away between his legs. As she watched, shaking from the aftershocks of her last orgasm, he gasped and finally bucked off his seat, spurting semen all over his belly and the floor beneath. Several long cumshots even festooned the hair of the women in the tier below him, much to their chagrin. Natalie still hoped she could get him in the ring someday.

Especially now that she had real experience. She had…a lot of ideas about how she’d fight him.

As her orgasm petered off and her aftershocks wore down, she finally, shakily got to her feet. The crowd had cheered her on the whole way, and was now ready for the next unfortunate man to come out and have his life changed forever. She staggered out of the arena as the ref announced the next pair of fighters.

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Minh Nguyen sat on the bench in the locker room, his leg jiggling nervously against his brother’s. Both were in their underwear, conspicuously glancing at the raging boner tenting his twin’s briefs.

“There’s no way that waiver was real. It’s got to be a prank, or like, a marketing thing.” Hung assured him. “It cannot be legal to agree to be castrated in an MMA league.”

“It specifically said it wasn’t MMA, remember? It was very clear it didn’t have the same rules.” Minh pointed out. “It was very specific about groin hits being legal. And…much more than legal. Encouraged, really. And if the whole waiver is fake, the part about our “victory prize”? The part where we get to, you know…have sex with our opponent? Isn’t that the whole reason we’re here?”

“No, dude, I’m telling you — It’s like, a sex club thing. Girls go out there, do a whole ‘girl power’ “fight” routine, and then it’s like — oh noooo, the big strong men are overpowering me, I have to submit and let them ravage my tight little hole! Poor meee, oh no, now I’m cumming everywhere!”  Hung made a lewd approximation of the ahegao faces in hentai they’d both jerked off to countless times. Minh smiled weakly.

“I promise, I heard about this through some really trustworthy guys — we are definitely going to lose our virginity today.”

Minh looked away from his brother. “Ok. I’d just been hoping my first time would be…special, you know.”

Hung sighed. “Look, I get it. It’s weird, and I would’ve rather, you know…gotten with a girl alone, without my brother around either. But this is such a good opportunity for us, and we’ve been waiting so long — if we just stay in separate holes, and don’t make eye contact, and don’t let our balls touch —”

“Hi!” A squeaky voice interrupted him. Both guys turned and ogled their intruder.

“Um…you two are up for the next round, right? It said ‘twins’ when I signed up, so I figured it was you.” She was staring brazenly at their barely-concealed packages, then looked around the empty locker room. “Plus, you’re the only ones here. Hi! Um…I’m Natalie. Nice to meet you!” She waved shyly.

Her breasts were each a small but plump handful, topped with light pink nipples. Her goosebumped skin and small, stiff nipples spoke to just how cold it was in the locker room. A nimbus of brown curls framed her heart-shaped face and nervous smile. Her pussy hair was trimmed, but not shaved, a smattering of light brown curls dusting her tight pale lips.

Both guys were dumbstruck at the sight of the first naked woman they’d seen, up close, without paying. They didn’t even register that this girl had just walked into a men’s locker room without so much as a warning.

“Um…You are the Nguyen brothers, right?”

“Yes.” Hung stopped drooling just long enough to respond.

“Nice to meet you guys! Just wanted to say hi before we hit the arena. I mean, I already did twice. Or, I guess three times now. Haha! Um. Sorry! Anyway, this is my first time, and I’m really excited! And nervous, honestly,” she stammered.

“Hi,” said Minh. “I’m Minh.”

“I’m Hung. It’s…our first time too,” Hung added, trying to think of something else to say to the very naked, very anxious woman.

She smiled. “Well, of course I know that. Are you guys going to…” She motioned. The little remaining blood going to the brothers’ brains didn’t leave them enough oxygen to understand her.

“Your boxers. You need to take them off. You’re really not supposed to be clothed at all inside the building — refs come by locker rooms for spot checks, and if they see you’re still wearing anything in here, they will…’disqualify’ you on the spot. So…” She cocked her head. “You two really should get naked. Like, now.”

The twins slid their briefs down. Minh’s nuts still hung low between his thighs; his brother’s scrotum was drawn up close, tight against his throbbing cock. Minh’s own meaty pole started stirring to life as he nervously drank in every inch of her skinny, naked body.

Her eyes lit up with her own obvious excitement at the sight of their own nudity, and Minh swore he could see her pussy moisten.

“Wow. This…this is going to be a really fun bout.” She bit her lip and blushed. “Well, I gotta go prepare. See you in the ring!”

As she took off, and the two virgins admired the sight of her small, but perfectly round pale buttcheeks bouncing off to the girl’s locker room, Hung turned to Minh with a grin.

“Now, are you still unsure what this is about? That girl was practically drooling at the prospect of getting spit roasted by us. Trust me, dude, this is going to be hella fun.”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” Minh knew his brother had a point. He always did.

Technically, he was the older twin by a matter of a whole four minutes, but Hung had always acted as his older brother. Even though they were equally virginal, Hung knew more about the world of girls and BDSM and sex clubs and threesomes and all of this crazy, kinky stuff Minh only imagined. At least, Hung talked about it all a lot more.

“Come on, bro. You saw that girl. Did she look like some feminazi castratrix? Hell, did she look anywhere near strong enough to take on both of us at once in a fight? She was blushing and stuttering and practically drooling over our cocks. She’s just some nerdy, repressed girl here to act out some sexy fantasies with us. And we’re going to give her exactly what she wants.”

Hung leaned back, his cock fully at attention and bobbing eagerly. He was slowly stroking the thick, uncircumcised organ, his embarrassment about being seen by his brother apparently gone. Minh wondered if he even noticed that he was jacking off, or if it was just a reflex to Natalie’s brazen display. He looked down, and had his answer as he realized he’d been doing the same; he was gripping his own, lovingly coaxing it from a half chub to a full boner, his own precum drooling down his hand.

Both men realized what they were doing and blushed, deeply embarrassed, but neither let go of themselves.

Minh tried to distract himself from his anxiety and the embarrassment of being teased into jerking off in front of his brother. He focused on Hung’s self-assurance, assuaging the tiny niggling voice of doubt that kept asking him why they’d had to sign the waiver, and how Natalie had known it was their first time, too.

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Natalie rushed to the bench in the locker room, grateful that her bout was too early in the day for anyone else to be around. Not that she was exactly shy about touching herself in front of the other girls.

She plopped down on the bench and spread her legs, her hand flying between her slicked thighs as she savored the memory of the two boys she was about to fight.

She’d fantasized about signing up for so long. She’d attended dozens of matches, always too scared to sign up herself, always too turned on to avoid rubbing herself out to a climax or two while the fighters for the week danced their dangerous, humiliating, life-changing dance on the mat. Every time a testicle liquefied beneath an opponent’s knee, or popped in her hand, she’d savor every sound, every tiny motion, every microexpression in the newly made eunuch’s face as she climaxed loudly above them, in the stands. At home, in her bed, sometimes she’d cum spontaneously just thinking about it, fantasizing about being the woman to usher an innocent man out of the gene pool, out of his own sex life forever…God, she loved castration.

She’d done it, once. Just once. Up until now, it was the single most defining moment of her life. That day she’d popped David’s cherries, first the left one as she’d landed with her whole weight on it, the gonad detonating into mush as he sobbed, restrained, in so much pain but relieved it was over — then the right one, squeezed while he shrieked and pleaded for her to stop, futilely reminding her he’d only agreed to let her take one, finally begging her to keep something intact, to not take his last scrap of masculinity —

Natalie pulled her hand away from her clit. She twitched and moaned, forcibly having to keep her hand away from her crotch, riding the edge while cruelly denying herself relief. Her clit stuck out, pink and wet and almost angrily twitching at the sudden reduction in pleasure. She’d been a hair away from relieving her tension all over the bench beneath.

But she needed to hold off. If she orgasmed now, she might lose her libido, might get the post-girl-nut clarity that would make her lose her nerve to go through with what she’d wanted for so long. When she calmed down just enough to retreat from the edge, she started touching herself again, circling her sensitive pink clit with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other, thinking about boys other than David — like those two cute, innocent brothers she was about to ruin for life.

Doing it to a stranger had been a big hurdle to get over. It’d been the main thing blocking her from signing up for so many years: She wanted her castrations to be special, with a guy she knew and loved and cared about. Self-defense classes had taught her body how to destroy them, but she’d needed therapy to get her mind ready. Luckily, her therapist was very good at her job. Working with Dr. Karen had taught Natalie how to let down her walls just a tad and enjoy castration with any man, not just ones she was attracted to.

Although she had to admit the two were pretty cute.

She wondered if they had any other siblings, or if she’d be clipping their family tree to a stub by neutering them both. Then she thought about her friend Brian, who’d be in the benches, watching her as she did it, hopefully jerking himself off, spurting his own cum everywhere while she came like a banshee in front of the whole arena with the twins crying and begging for mercy and holding their mushy ballsacks, their final loads splattered across the rubber mat —

She whimpered and bucked against the bench, barely holding herself back from completion as she edged again.

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Hung and Minh couldn’t believe it was real. They stood in the center of the arena, illuminated by bright spotlights high above. The square rubber mat was fenced with ring ropes, and beyond that was a sight pornographic beyond belief.

“We’ve got a treat for you tonight, folks! Natalie, a brand new entrant to the arena, will be facing off against two identical twins! That’s four nuts on the line here — and big ones, too — and just one girl to defend herself from their owners! Give it up for Natalie!”

A dozen tiers of audience members ringed the arena, looking down eagerly on them. Nearly every one of the hundreds of seats was occupied by a naked woman, although a few bobbing cocks could be seen scattered between. Tall women, short women, thick ones, skinny ones. Massive breasts and tiny mosquito bites and little muffin-sized ones bounced and jiggled and swayed enticingly in every seat around them.

And right in front, not twenty feet away from them, was their opponent, just as nude. Natalie waved awkwardly at them as the voice above announced the start of the fight. She squinted awkwardly as the spotlight blinded her, giving the lusty crowd a timid wave.

Minh relaxed, just a tad. His brother was right. There was no way this girl had actually signed up for something violent.

The announcers were awfully convincing sounding though.

“You’re telling me this little waif hasn’t popped a single nut? And she signed up for a double?!”

“Let’s wait to see how she performs, Valerie. She’s come to a lot of shows before. Literally, if I’m not mistaken. She knew what she was getting into when she signed up. I’d bet our girl’s got a few tricks up her sleeve.”

“Hung, should we…uh…go on both sides of her? Try to surround her in like a…pincer formation?”

His brother stared at Minh like he grew two heads, then snorted. “It’s not a real fight, I told you.” He briefly considered. “Although, that will make fucking her easier. Yeah, let’s do a ‘pincer’ formation. Look, she’s already coming towards us for —”

---

Natalie tried to focus on what she'd learned in her self-defense class. She tried to avoid staring at the two bobbing, dripping cocks and four identical testicles arranged before her, and focus on her striking. She tried to ignore the whispering urges of her libido and the slick wetness between her thighs at the thought of what she would get to do to the four organs. She mostly succeeded.

Her right hook caught Hung with a sharp crack across the face. He was shocked, like he didn't expect her to hit him. When Minh tried to cut in and defend his brother, she uppercut him hard, feeling his jaw crack against her fist. And when Hung started to get back up—

She pivoted, so Hung was at her three o’clock and Minh was at her six, and drove her bony knee up into Hung’s naked crotch, hard. His huge, smooth hairless balls flattened against his pelvis. Minh was behind her, attempting to get a grip on her while avoiding her blows. She brought her heel up hard into his nuts, moaning as the soft, squishy nuggets deformed beneath her kick and he exhaled hard in pain. A toe kick forward into his brother's crotch left Hung wheezing too. Hands grabbed her waist; Minh had recovered from her first kick. She brought her heel up again, and again even harder.

Something crunched beneath her heel, and the boy behind her let out a high-pitched gasp.

“There it is folks - the first crunch of the night! But definitely not the last — I bet Natalie’s just getting started!”

She’d just caused permanent damage. She knew it, immediately. Even if she stopped now, for the rest of his life, his sperm count would be a little lower, his libido just a little more muted. Not that she was going to stop now, after how far she’d come. She tried not to moan as he fell to the floor, rolling around, and finally passed out. Natalie turned, blushing, to his brother.

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Hung stared slack-jawed as he watched the shy, blushing nerdy girl decimate his brother’s manhood, his bruised jaw and testicles aching, the taste of blood from where he’d bit his tongue filling his mouth. Fear, anger, pain and nausea all warred within him. That last wet crunch beneath her heel moved him to action.

“You…you bitch!” He charged at her, staggering slightly. Minh was motionless on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to him, almost blushing. Hung could see her pussy was still wet. He swung, but she dodged, faster than he thought she could move. Beneath her slim, lithe frame, her arms and legs rippled subtly with muscle. Muscle that drove her knee up between his legs, lifting him off the ground and driving the breath out of him. He could feel his balls flattening between the cartilage of her kneecap and his pelvis. Before he could defend himself, she stomped down and repeated it, kneeing him again, and again, her foot thudding against the ring before flying back up into his testicles, crunching over and over as —

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Natalie did her best to follow her lessons from self-defense, the repeated practice on the worn-out dummy at the community center with the two hacky sacks between its legs. When she’d first signed up for the class, she couldn’t even squish them flat; by the end of her year of training, the instructor had to replace the torn fabric orbs every other week. She’d masturbated to the mere thought of that, their surface breaking apart, the beans inside spilling out, just as she could feel the same thing gradually happening to the two very real, fleshy counterparts beneath her knee.

She pulled the real-life dummy closer to her, batting his arms away as she continued, whispering reassuringly into his ear even as she destroyed his balls for her own pleasure.

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” Whump.

“I am. I am so so sorry. I know you’re a man. I know they’re important to you, and you wanted to keep them - “ whump, CRUNCH.

“You wanted to have sex again.” She pulled him into her modest breasts to smother his screams as she kneed him again.

“You might’ve wanted to have kids. You really should have known better. You shouldn’t have come to the arena.” She let him go, and he collapsed to the floor in pain, groaning.

He was crying now. “I…I didn’t know. I thought it was fake.”

She winced. “It’s not.”

“Please…please don’t castrate me. Please just…I won’t fuck you. I promise. We just…we thought we could…lose our virginity. We thought you wanted it.”

VIRGINITY.

Natalie bit her lip. “You two…you’ve never had sex?”

“No!” Hung’s voice was desperate but hopeful at the hint of mercy he heard in her voice.

“That’s….” Her eyes started to well with tears.

“I’m so sorry, I am, but that….that makes it so hot for me. I know it’s super messed up, but deep inside…I just want to take that from you. I’ve fantasized about it forever.” Natalie couldn’t hold back anymore; her hand started moving between her legs of its own accord.

“....WHY?!” He screeched. She rolled him over and spread his knees apart. He tried to close them, desperately trying to protect his crotch. He was certainly stronger than her. But it didn’t look like he had any training or preparation at all. Natalie had learned that strength could get you far, but technique and strategy mattered more. She stomped on top of his hands, and he coughed as he felt his own balls squish between his fingers.

A woman in horn-rimmed glasses in the front row stood up and shouted at him. “Move! Move your fucking hands! You aren’t going to protect them anyway, she’s just going to break your fingers! And I can’t see shit with them in the way.”

“Because…I don’t know. It’s just the way I am. I know I’m messed up.” She stomped again.

“I can’t help myself.” She stomped again, wincing and moaning at the crunch beneath her foot.

“I need this so badly, Hung. You don’t understand what it’s like to fantasize about something for so long and be so close. I…I just can’t hold myself back at this point.”

“I’ve only gotten to do it once, in real life. It took me a long time to get the nerve to sign up in the arena so I could try again. I just…I’m sorry, and I know it’s hard to hear, but I really need this. For myself. You’ll be ok. I promise. My ex-fiance still has a perfectly healthy life. I-”

A blow from behind knocked her down.

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When Minh came to, his testicles were still burning. From the ground he stared up at Natalie. Even through the pain, he couldn’t help but appreciate her smooth, round cheeks, her thighs scissoring apart to expose her naked pussylips with each cruel stomp.

He’d realized the waiver wasn’t a joke. Everything they’d consented to — and the lifelong side effects that would come with being castrated — was possible now. This wasn’t a sex game about losing their virginity anymore. He couldn’t even be mad at his idiotically optimistic brother. His brother who might not remain a brother much longer, at the rate her cruel foot was pummelling his bloating ballsack.

Minh got to his feet and charged at their unassuming castratrix. He hugged her around the waist, his rock-hard cock sliding between her buttcheeks and poking upward into his belly, and knocked her down. He tried not to think of that heavenly feeling of her tight cheeks rubbing against his sensitive frenulum, inciting his cock to drool precum down her buttcrack. He needed to focus on defending his poor, stupid, arrogant brother.

“Oh!” Natalie stumbled forward and fell, allowing Hung the chance to roll over and curl into the fetal position, retching and feeling up the permanent injuries she’d left on his battered manhood. Minh cringed at the purpling bruises webbing his bro’s scrotum and prayed he’d still get the chance to be an uncle. His cock slid forward between Natalie’s thighs, deliciously rubbing against her slick pussylips.

“Wow! You recovered faster than they warned us in my class.” She didn’t seem put off by Minh’s throbbing organ. They fell forward and collapsed onto the floor, and Minh could feel her rubbing herself against him as he lay on top of her. She looked behind herself and flashed a timid smile at him. His face was buried in her hair. He tried to ignore the scent of lilac shampoo and sweat and female musk and the slick feeling on his cock.

He needed to focus. Should he hit her? Slam her face into the ground, or punch her in the… back? Minh had no idea how to fight anyone, and every instinct he had stopped him from hitting a woman. He just kept his bear hug around her, unconsciously moving his hands up to her breasts, feeling the soft give of her flesh beneath his fingers as she started to push back against him.

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Natalie knew she should be fighting back harder. The virgin boy behind her was inches away from penetration. The crowd was booing him, cheering her to go harder, on them both, to get up, fight back, make sure they left the arena permanently virginal as they’d entered it.

But it had been so long since she’d had sex. She was too shy to approach guys, especially ever since…David. Her fingers and toys had been adequate, but Minh’s dick was… more so. She pushed herself to her knees, lifting herself up, spreading her legs apart so she was on her knees in front of him, with his cocktip aligned with her sex. She looked back at the blushing, flustering boy who was still figuring out how to defend himself.

“Hey. M-Minh,” She stammered. “It’s ok. You can put it in.” The poor virgin still didn’t seem to grasp her meaning.

“Really.” He must be nervous too. She remembered her first time with David; she was a nervous wreck, and had no idea what she was doing. Natalie was hardly an experienced vixen, with a body count of a whopping one, but she could still help the anxious virgin.

Of course, she would’ve preferred to castrate him before he’d had the chance to change that… But she needed him distracted if she was going to win the lopsided matchup. She slid her hand between her legs and grabbed his ballsack, pulling him forward while she took the opportunity to roll her thumb over all the softened spots she’d left from her first attack. Minh inhaled sharply, both in pain and arousal, as he slid into her. When he hilted his prodigious manhood entirely inside her, she felt him moan in ecstasy at the loss of his virginity.

She took the opportunity to strengthen her grip on his testicles. Rolling them around, digging into the softer regions as she did, she finally found the particular spot in the back she’d spent so many practices digging her thumbs into. She put her lessons to the test and dug in, hard. His epididymis shifted and gave way beneath her digits, and she heard him scream even as he started to shakily hump her. Natalie knew the pressure on his tightly packed nerve endings was excruciating.

A lot of girls thought the center of the testes was the source of a boy’s fertility, but she’d read the books. The center was the same undifferentiated nutmeat as the rest of the gonad. The best way to excise a boy from the gene pool was unspooling those squiggly bits right at the back of the gonads, where his spermatic cords connected them to his body, where his testicles stored all of their produced sperm, every son and daughter he’d ever produce waiting to escape and fertilize someone tightly packed into that ultrasensitive region. Putting pressure on that could drive a guy irrational and crazy, even before he’d…popped.

Minh was demonstrating that well. Even through the pain, he sped his humping, heedless of the pain he must’ve been enduring through her steel trap grip. It was like he was trying to tear his balls out of her hands, against all rational thought. The pain and immediate danger had short circuited his brain, giving his base lizard brain control of his body. The only thing that mattered to him was cumming, every cell in his body desperately trying to empty his balls into the only fertile female around regardless of his future sex life.

Or maybe he was just eager to really lose his virginity. Either way, Natalie squeezed his nuts tighter and tighter as he spasmed against her, keening pathetically at the pain of his flattening gonads and stretching nutcords.

High above in the stands, reactions were mixed.

“She’s letting him fuck her? Ugh, so lame! I mean, a 2 on 1 is hard, but it’s so cheap. She better not let him cum!”

“No, look, between his legs! She’s got a mean grip going. Girl’s aiming to splatter at least one of them before he gets a chance to really lose his virginity.”

“She better hurry up! His balls are drawing up into him — Or wait, is she just pulling them forward? I can’t see shit.”

“I hope she’s on birth control — although she might be squeezing hard enough it doesn’t matter. I’ve seen girls pinch hard a boy’s balls so hard they couldn’t let out a single sperm, even as they came!”

Natalie winced apologetically at the audience, trying not to make it clear how much she enjoyed the turgid cock that was clumsily prodding at her insides. She waved to them and tried to make her own pathetic defense.

“I…I have to distract him…Sorry! I…It’s hard….I can’t — Facing…facing two—”

Her stutter was so bad, she doubted anyone past the first row could hear her. She gave up and turned around to Minh, who was grimacing in pain as she worked his left nut over with both of her thumbs. “Sorry to you, too.”

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Hung’s relief at his brother’s recovery turned to horror as he watched Minh slide into her pussy. He felt betrayed. More than anything though, he felt jealous. He told himself Minh was just distracting her, taking her focus away from busting his nuts, but Hung wasn’t sure he believed himself.

Natalie’s eyes rolled back into her head when his brother’s nuts slammed into her clit, and she bit her lip shyly while locking eyes with him.

“Don’t blame your brother. Boys can never resist. Even with their balls on the line.” Her eyes flicked down to his own member, still quivering disloyally between his legs. He wished he could say he didn’t understand Minh’s actions, but the truth was if she’d presented him the same invitation he would’ve done the same. From the darkening bruises beneath her thumbs on Minh’s sack, Hung wasn’t even sure he was truly jealous of his brother.

The bruises were turning purple, but Minh did nothing to stop her. Hung should really push him away, knock him out of the pussy fever that had gripped him…

“You know…I’ve got um. I’ve got a mouth. If you and your brother were planning on, you know…’tag teaming’ me?” — her face blushed even harder, somehow, although she was already red and sweaty as Minh shakily pumped his cock in and out of her — “Now’s the time.”

…But Hung couldn’t resist his own temptation.

He wasted no time getting to his feet, taking hold of her head and hilting his cock down her throat. The previous threat to his testicles was a distant memory. He realized he’d been right all along. Whatever stuff Natalie had been saying was a lie, or a prank or…something. It definitely wasn’t real.

What was real was her soft, warm mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue flicking against his cockslit, and his sore, battered balls tightening up against her chin. She looked up at him and grinned, sliding even farther down somehow to take not just his cock but one of his balls into her mouth.

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This move Natalie hadn’t learned in class. Emma had demonstrated it to her well enough to mimic in dozens of matches while Natalie pleasured herself in the audience.

With Minh’s nuts still slowly deforming in her hand, his scrotum tightening and his anguished thrusts speeding up, she carefully sucked Hung’s dick, carefully pushing his gonad between her molars. The smell of his deodorant and sweat filled her nose as she pressed it against his pubic hair. All too soon, the salty bitter taste of his precum told her she had little time to finish the maneuver. The boys may have been twins, but Hung was clearly a lot more sensitive than his brother.

She popped his cock out of her mouth, ignoring his whimper at being denied that last little bit of stimulation he needed. Then she bit down on the gonad still between her teeth, hard. Grinding her teeth back and forth, she moved both of her thumbs to Minh’s own left testicle and pressed in, hard, drilling deeper and deeper. She wondered which would explode first, which boy would be left forever lopsided. Or at least, lopsided for a few more minutes.

Squick

Split

Hung and Minh may have had different sexual stamina, but in some ways their balls were completely identical.

Each left testicle exploded simultaneously, Hung’s nut bisecting and disintegrating between her teeth as her thumbs finally overcame the resistance of Minh’s ropy epididymis and squelched apart. Both boys let out identical shrill wails, and Natalie felt Minh fill her pussy up with warm wetness as Hung covered her face in the same. She managed to shift her fingers over to his remaining nut and press in hard, stopping the flow of cum into her pussy and ruining the excruciating ecstasy of his one chance to impregnate a girl. But she could do nothing to stop Hung from jerking off and enjoying his first orgasm with a girl ever. Or at least, as much as a man can enjoy an orgasm while the remains of half of his manhood are being gnawed into a fine mush. Hung’s second spurt hit her right in the eyes, making her squeal and tear up in pain.

And finally, suddenly, Natalie hit her own limit. She moaned desperately, trying to hold back, but the feeling of two separate testicles exploding from her ministrations was impossibly hot. Her cunt clenched tight around Minh’s cock, and she finally let go of his intact testicle to rub furiously at her clit.

Hung collapsed in front of her, still stroking his cock even as he sobbed and cradled his half-filled scrotum with his other hand.

Part 2