School Bully

School Bully, By Peunbb "Quick note: This story is NOT condemnation nor approval of the politics of Ms. Pink. ... I’m just trying to get off here, not make a statement."

Chapter 1: Monique

Robert had met his tormentor in AP Calc earlier that semester. They had been randomly assigned as partners to do some worksheets together, and Robert could barely contain his excitement to be paired with the hottest girl in class. Monique had her frizzy hair tied back in two black bunches, and her white sweater outlined her breasts perfectly. Robert sat in the chair across from her, subtly shifting his legs apart to make room in his pants for his growing cock.

“So, you’re Monique? Hey, I’m Robert, I can do the evens and you can work on the -”

CRUNCH

Without even looking up, Monique had pistoned her sneaker in between Robert’s legs, pushing his prodigious testicles into his pelvic bone. She looked up at him over her glasses and scooted closer, bending her knee but keeping the same amount of pressure on his balls. Robert coughed and reached for his groin, his eyes dully fixating on the dark skin of her toned leg before squeezing shut completely.

“Robert, I’d like to explain what working with me is like.” She spoke softly, so Robert had to keep his own moans and grunts quiet to hear her. “I’m the smartest student in this class. I don’t trust any of you...boys to do my work for me. You’d spend the entire time hitting on me, shifting your boner awkwardly, ogling my tits, and worst of all…” Monique straightened her leg out just an inch, and he felt his nuts physically compress. Robert grabbed the arms of the chair with white knuckles, a vein popping out of his forehead as he tried to endure his torture. “You’d correct my work. So you’re going to sit there quietly, and I’m going to finish every question on our sheet without any interruption. And if I get a single question wrong, well...That would be because you’ve been distracting me.” She smiled sweetly at him. “And I’ll pop your balls if that happens. Ok?”

Her casual threat of castration finally broke Robert’s control. He managed to open his eyes and look at her, and he tried to beg for mercy. But the pain was too overwhelming, and he only managed a gasping cry.

She frowned, and finished straightening her knee out all the way. Robert was pushing his chair as far back as he could to reduce pressure on his manhood, but they were in an awkward corner of the class and his back was to the wall. He had nowhere to go.

For the next 45 minutes, they sat in almost total silence, the chatter of the groups around them drowning out any sounds Robert may have let loose. 

Finally, the teacher stood up and began collecting worksheets. Monique had finished 15 minutes into the session, so the last half hour was spent as she got more and more bored of Robert’s same tortured facial expressions and tried experimenting around. She would twist her toe down ever so precisely, pinning one of his balls against the hard, unforgiving plastic of his public school chair; or she might replace the constant pressure of stomping with a series of fast kicks, even bringing her other foot up into his groin to double her speed. As soon as Robert had almost gotten numb to one form of testicular pain, she would change things up to keep him aware of the new damage being wreaked on his slowly-swelling ball sack.

As Ms. White walked by, Monique put her feet down. Robert gasped, relieved at the sudden reduction in agony. He finally got a quick look at the problem sheet in front of them. He tried not to vainly judge whether or not she had gotten every problem correct, but his balls were on the line. He needed to know if she had gotten any of them wrong.

His eyes grew wide at her answer to the first problem.

What is the integral of x^2?

She had written below it…(x^3)/3 + C

He knew it was wrong. She must have known it was wrong. It should be just (x^3)/2; after all, when you integrated a polynomial, you divided by the number in the exponent. Monique was smart enough to know that. He’d seen how she looked at him. He knew she just wanted to see him castrated.

But his teacher was coming by too quickly

“Miss White! I...I’d like to fix something real fast!”

He ignored Monique’s death glare. She must have been pissed he caught on to her plan to neuter him.

“Robert, you need to make sure that your work is complete before I come by. No more corrections at this point.”

“Wait, please, you don’t-”

His voice was cut off as Monique shot her leg into his testicles again. He watched up futilely as his teacher reviewed their worksheet. Any moment now, she’d deliver the fatal score and Monique would end his sex life before it even began.

“Well, this all looks excellent! 40/40, well done again Monique! Robert, I’m sure whatever mistake you thought you saw wasn’t there. Please don’t assume you know more than your partner just because she is a woman.”

She frowned at him. “That sort of small incident is what we call a microaggression. I know you probably weren’t consciously thinking that you were smarter than Monique because she’s a woman, but those kind of thoughts are what’s behind your mansplaining! It may seem insignificant, but repeated incidents like that can do real, permanent damage to a girl’s ego. You have no idea what that sort of humiliation and pain can feel like.”

He could barely understand her as relief flooded through him. She hadn’t missed any questions. He was going to keep his balls. But Monique’s foot was pressing uncomfortably into his nuts again. He cringed as he anticipated her reaction to his wrong correction.

“What-”

STOMP

“The fuck”

STOMP

“WAS THAT?!?!”

STOMP-CRUNCH! Her foot sank deeper into his balls than previously, and Robert knew something was permanently damaged. He hunched over, wheezing.

“This isn’t over, asshole. I’ll see you later.” The bell rang, and Monique picked up her backpack and left. Robert’s hands flew inside his pants to assess the damage, ignorant of the disgusted screams of his female classmates still in the room. His already-large balls had swollenup to almost twice their normal size, and even touching them felt like a full-fledged kick. But to his relief, they were still mercifully intact. He thought Monique’s last kick had popped one of his balls, but the damage was spread evenly through both of his babymakers.

Of course, his intact manhood was still painful beyond all belief. He wiped away another tear and pulled his hands out of his waistband, standing up just in time before Ms. White saw his odd movements. She gave him a quizzical look, but went back to grading papers. He sighed in relief knowing that he didn’t have to explain his badly bruised balls to his teacher. If missing a point on a worksheet warranted castration, he didn’t want to know what telling on her would bring him. He shuffled out of the classroom, trying futilely to walk like a man without significant testicular injuries.

Chapter 2: Melody

The last period of the day finally let out, and Robert hobbled into his mom’s red Acura. The 3 hours of class between calculus and the end of the school day had been hell. Robert just wanted to nurse his damaged manhood with an icepack and lay down somewhere cool and quiet. He hid his injuries well enough to avoid suspicion from all of his teachers and classmates today. He just needed to fool his mom into thinking his manhood was unmolested.

Unfortunately for Robert, none of the girls or women at his school were as experienced with the aftereffects of ballbusting as his mom, Melody. Back in her day, Melody had attended this very high school, and laxer punishments for sexual assault plus a faculty uninterested in “male” problems meant girls could treat men literally any way they wanted (outside of giving them actual sex, ironically). Melody had taken full advantage of this.

She had long had a ballbusting fetish, and the 80’s were before the internet gave modern perverts content from every fetish under the sun. She had to act out her own fantasies on the boys in her class. Her parents were often away, and convincing horny classmates to come over to her place was trivial. Once they were naked and in bed, she’d go for their balls and act out whatever brutal fantasy she’d been rubbing herself to that week.

At the time, Melody was vaguely aware that her actions had lasting impacts on her “play partners”. She knew academically that Tommy’s ruptured left testicle would never be replaced, and how one of her favorite sessions had accidentally ended the genetic line of both of the Kwang twins. But boys’ sex lives seemed like such a distant concern compared to her own pleasure. She loved learning about all the facial expressions boys made as she increased pressure on their most tender bits. They’d start with this shocked look when she slammed her knee between their legs for the first time. Then came the anger that started to bubble up as she really ground them into pulp. And so often...that desperate, pleading gibbering that accompanied the loss of their first testicle.

Her favorite part was the final expression, that deadened, dejected ashen face that boys got after their last ball popped beneath her feet (or in her hands, above her kneecap, or, in the case of one particularly memorable victim, between her molars). An unfortunate number of them passed out as their last testicle popped, but the ones that didn’t just stared up at her mutely, barely comprehending what she had done to them. That was the best part.

These experiences were what allowed Melody to recognize her son’s injuries immediately. He didn’t have that lopsided limp that one-nuts tended to have, and if he was fully castrated he probably wouldn’t be able to walk at all. But his slightly turned-in feet and shuffling gait let her know that someone had put her sole male offspring’s balls through hell today.

“Oh, Robert, what happened?” She rushed out of the car and grabbed him, giving the poor boy support. As soon as they got to the car, Melody sat next to him and unzipped his pants.

“Don’t worry sweetie, everything’s going to be alright. I could tell you hurt your balls REALLY badly somehow, and I’m just going to check for any extreme damage, ok? Trust me, we need to know right away if you have any ruptures!” She rooted around roughly in his briefs, tugging his balls out through the hole in front. 

Melody had never learned how to be truly gentle with a pair of balls. “MOM!” Robert shrieked in agony as his mother’s hands rolled his battered manhood around. Melody was doing her honest best to find injuries on her sons balls without inflicting any more, but she couldn’t help that they jostled around just the slightest bit. She knew he was in pain, and she vaguely sympathized with him, but his injuries needed to be assessed posthaste. If there was a rupture, they didn’t have much time to get to the hospital before one, or both, of his testicles was permanently broken.

As she expected, everything was still intact, but he was badly bruised. She knew marks of that color would last for a couple weeks, and she guiltily felt relieved as she realized she wouldn’t have to worry about him masturbating for that time. As much as she loved her son, it was tiresome to have to knock on his door anytime she left him alone for more than 5 minutes, to avoid accidentally walking in on him pounding his meat to some interracial or MILF porn. Plus, she’d have to wash way fewer socks.

But injuries like this weren’t just klutziness. Some person (most likely a girl, of course) had intentionally hurt her son’s sensitive plums so badly that he might not fully recover, ever. She needed to know more.

“Sweetie, I know it hurts, and I know it’s really embarrassing to talk about, but...who did this to you?”

Robert started sobbing quietly. His voice was high-pitched and breathy, and his words faltered as he tried his best to tell her delicately what he had gone through.

“This girl in my math class...We got partnered together, and…” He inhaled deeply. “She...she kicked in the balls. Over and over and over again. She said if I messed her up, she would…” Tears coursed down his cheeks as he struggled to get the word out. “...would castrate me.”

Her cheeks blushed as she felt a familiar stirring inside. She’d hurt plenty of testicles in her time, but she’d never had the chance to interview the boys afterward. Neither eunuchs nor one-nuts were particularly eager to chat after what she put them through. Which was too bad, because she’d always wanted to hear what it was like for them. Such a significant moment for them, but almost mundane for her. She could only imagine what it felt like to have your sex life change forever in a girl’s grasp, or under her feet, or between her teeth.

Guilt suddenly gripped her. This was her son! She couldn’t get turned on by his injuries. She needed to be past that. Neutering random horny assholes in high school is one thing, but she could never do that to her own flesh and blood.

She DID need to get more details out of him though. After a moment’s hesitation, she figured that as long as she wasn’t actually hurting him, there was nothing wrong with getting turned on by the thought of her son’s balls getting busted. Fantasies didn’t hurt anyone. She hadn’t castrated a boy in 15 years, and it wasn’t like she had stopped watching castration porn after she had grown out of her wild age.

And she needed more information from him to...accurately assess the situation..

“I need a little more info than that, honey. Start from the beginning, and don’t skip anything.” She asked, her voice a huskier tone than was appropriate.

Robert was still trying to cope with the enormous amount of pain in his exposed nuts. He took another deep breath and told his mom about the worst day of school he’d ever had.

---

As Robert told her in minute detail about the torture Monique had put him through, Melody started to put together a mental picture of the sort of girl she was. In truth, she was jealous. The fantasy of ballbusting a guy in public had always been so alluring, but she had been too cautious to do something that risky. Teachers weren’t particularly interested in her extra-curricular activities, but disrupting class could have gotten her in trouble. She had to settle for private affairs, far from the humiliating gaze of the public eye.

Still, this was her son. She’d grown up since high school. She knew what the consequences of her actions were. She’d met some of her former victims at school reunions, and even 30 years later, the eunuchs were terrified of her. Even if she hadn’t perfectly remembered each castration she had performed, it was obvious which of the men had gone through their lives without balls. They were always single and childless, and their voices had this peculiar lilt to them. They walked….well, there was a certain way a boy walked after his scrotum has been emptied. It was heartbreaking, seeing these sexless ex-men still flinch when she did so much as ask them a question.

She didn’t want her son to end up like that. So she told him what she thought was going through Monique’s mind. When she had ruled the school, she’d always go for the weakest targets, the ones least likely to cry out when she hurt them irreparably. If a boy actually stood up to her, she’d move on to an easier one. It wasn’t worth her time trying to break those big manly ones; there were enough wimpy guys that she had an endless supply of balls to turn to mush.

“Next time, don’t be afraid to tell a teacher, Robert. And fight back against her! I know your testicles are sensitive and she...she can really hurt you, but if you show her you will at least try to defend yourself, she won’t waste her time with you. Just…” She sighed disappointedly. “It doesn’t sound like you did much today except let her use you, and now she probably thinks you’re weak and easy to push around. She’s going to come back for your balls, Robert, and you need to be ready to stand up to her.” She knew she was being harsh, but tough love was the only way she would get her son to realize how fragile his manhood really was. She hoped he could hear her love for him, and that he hadn’t heard the lusty moans she’d let out occasionally during the more intriguing parts of his story. She locked eyes with her poor boy. “If you don’t take a stand, she WILL castrate you. Trust me. I’ve seen this kind of thing before. And I want grandchildren someday, Robert. I know it’s hard to hear, but you need to grow a backbone if you want a chance at losing your virginity,” she said softly.

Robert was too shocked by his mom’s casually cruel words to try to figure out why she was so intimately familiar with the psyche of a ballbusting female. He just nodded wordlessly, his legs spread apart and his hands clutching his groin futilely. He could barely concentrate through the still-hot flame of ballpain radiating from his manhood.

---

He should have known his mom was right.

It was two weeks after his fateful math class. Robert’s injuries hadn’t quite healed, but he was clearly getting better every day. He hadn’t masturbated since Monique nearly castrated him in class, but the reduction in swelling and pain were almost enough to allow him to. Of course, as an 18 year old boy, going for two weeks without cumming felt like an eternity. But when he had tried wrapping his hand around his raging hard-on and given it a couple experimental pumps last week, the resulting arousal and flow of blood to his balls caused a massive increase in his testicular agony. He had almost passed out from the pain before he regretfully gave up from the attempt entirely, leaving his balls bluer than ever.

Since then, he was making sure to wait as long as he possibly could before any more fun. But today, he could almost walk with his legs together, and if he concentrated on class, he could almost entirely ignore the dull ache emanating from his crotch. He was sure he had finally healed enough to relieve his swollen, blue balls.

He was walking out of his sixth period gym class, his spirits high and his cock semi-erect in anticipation of his upcoming wank, when he saw her. His blood ran ice cold. He looked toward his mom’s usual parking spot, hoping she could see him and come rescue him, but she was running late again today.

“Hey stud.” Monique walked up and stood about six inches away from Robert. Despite his terror at what he was sure lied in store for him, Robert’s cock began to unfurl down his pant leg. Monique was still a gorgeous girl with an incredible body, and he was just a kid with two weeks of cum backed up in his balls. He prayed for his mom to arrive soon.

“What’s wrong? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding me in Calc. We haven’t been partnered in two weeks!” She put her hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve REALLY missed your help on our classwork.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Have you been nervous since our last little session?” She got closer and whispered into his ear. “Have your balls been giving you trouble?”

She smelled amazing, and she sounded deadly. His half erection filled out, and his prick started stretching his jeans out.  Monique glanced down at her intended target between his legs, and a look of sincere surprise went over her face before she resumed her crocodile smile. Robert was no slouch for size down below, and two weeks of painfully enforced abstinence ensured that his seven inch cock was hard enough for her to count the veins through his jeans.

His mind raced as he tried to think of how to escape. He could shout, and someone from the nearby track meet might hear him, but he doubted they would make it over before Monique obliterated his testicles. He could run, but the consequences for that were surely the same, and his boner wouldn’t make running in his tight jeans very easy.

Suddenly, his mom’s words came flooding back to him. He was right to be scared of her, but if he showed a little backbone… She’d move on to easier prey. Tigers only hunt down the weakest gazelle.

“M...Monique. Get away from me or I will call the police.” He was painfully aware of how he stumbled over every word, but he did his best to stay strong. “If you kick me in the balls one more time… I’ll take you to court. Sexual...sexual assault stays on your record permanently.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away forcefully.

Anger flared across her face, but she turned from him to walk away. His heart surged. He instinctively glanced down at her bubble butt and-

WHAM

He couldn’t even see her foot move through her back kick. Her heel buried itself right between his legs, crunching his swollen blue balls together and continuing into his pelvis. The pain was... staggering, to say the least. Between the remnants of his injuries from her first assault and the normal swelling from his blue balls, his testicles were even larger than normal, and her heel was forcing them up into a space far smaller than their current volume.

“You sure are one stupid motherfucker, Robert.”

She turned back around to him, put her hands back on his shoulders, and rammed his nuts up into him again.

He tried to speak, but her knee turned his words into an unintelligible gurgle.

“FIRST you correct me on the easiest problem on our classwork, and now-”

She put her left knee down and brought her other foot behind her, straightening her leg out as much as she could and leaning forward into him. Robert half-collapsed as her knee pulled away. His legs were rubbery and he wanted to throw up. He was naively grateful for the momentary reprieve from her torture. He realized too late that she was preparing for another nutcracking kick.

“-you fucking threaten me?

She pulled her left leg up behind and kneed his bulge as hard as she could. For the second time in his short life, Robert felt and heard a sickening crunch from his fragile organs. This time, his legs gave out beneath him, and he fell onto her knee, the entire weight of his body pressing on his damaged balls. She pressed his back against the outside wall of the building nearby so he wouldn’t fall down, and pushed his shoulders down to increase the pressure on his testicles.

Robert wondered desperately where his mom was. Her parking spot was still empty. He hoped to god she got there before he lost his chance at children forever.

---

Melody had arrived late, but not by much. She almost parked in the same spot she always did, but when she saw her son talking to a big-haired black girl who was clearly unhappy with him, she pulled out of the parking lot and parked on the street. Of course, she didn’t want to leave her son alone with the ballbusting bitch that had threatened to castrate him, but she knew how pointless her help would be. She could rescue Robert from Monique’s imminent assault, but she knew firsthand how frustrating it was to have your boy taken from you before you got a single good kick in. If Melody saved her son, Monique would certainly take it out on him tenfold the next day. Robert needed to learn how to stand up for himself if he was going to stay fertile.

Besides If Monique really started to injure her boy, she could jump in to save him. She sat at a table a discrete distance away and watched the pair as Monique’s first back kick slammed into her son’s gonads. She cringed at her own son’s idiocy as he crumpled to the ground with his legs apart instead of taking his chance to run. This was not going to be pleasant.

Not for him, anyway. She felt the familiar surge of blood to her face and nether regions, and she spread her legs apart as she surreptitiously snuck her hands between her legs. Monique’s knee flew into Sean’s groin again, and Melody’s eyelashes fluttered just a bit as another wave of pleasure spilled through her. Melody gasped when her son’s tormentor pushed down on his shoulders, using his own weight to pulverize his testicles. She had never had quite the leg strength to support a guy like that, but it seemed...VERY effective. You would be able to feel his swollen balls squashed into your knee as his hard, bony pelvis sank lower and lower, his balls slowly compressing past the point of...

Melody shook her head and reluctantly pulled her hand away from her crotch. Monique clearly knew what she was doing. She needed to pay attention if she wanted to rescue her son before his first rupture.

---

“Please GOD Monique, I’m...I’m so sorry!” Robert wailed as Monique’s sneaker ground his balls against the pavement. He had gotten naked when she promised him that one more kick to his bare balls was all she needed before she left him alone, but apparently the sight of his swollen, bruised sack in the flesh was too alluring for her to keep to her word. He hadn’t realized how much protection his jeans actually had offered his balls. With no layer of fabric between his scrotum and her unforgiving foot, Monique could do much more intricate, careful tortures of his plums.

Like this cigarette-grinding move. Robert whimpered as Monique transferred more weight onto his testicles, and leaned slightly left so more of her pressure was on only one half of his compressed manhood. She twisted his testicle into the ground beneath her rubber sole, and Robert could practically feel the cross-thatched pattern from the bottom of her Van’s etch itself into his scrotum. “You’re going to pop it, please! It...it hurts so badly.” Robert was openly sobbing at this point, choking his words out past tears of agony. ”Please...please Monique, I swear I’ll never correct you a…-”

CRUNCH

Something rearranged itself inside his poor left nut, and words left him entirely. Robert shrieked incoherently as Monique smiled down, satisfied with her work.

“Ooooh, baby, that didn’t sound so good.” She affected a look of mock worry. “Do...do you think I broke something in your ball?”

Her words were sweet, but her actions betrayed her intentions. She gave another twist, and this time she could definitely feel his testicle shift apart in ways a healthy ball should not. It wasn’t popped, but something had definitely given way inside the poor, swollen blue ball. Even if she left him right now, he would bear permanent damage on one of his two most precious organs. This was her dream come true, her hottest fantasy being played out right below her foot. It was almost enough to convince her to leave the poor boy alone to go home and frig herself silly.

Almost.

But she wasn’t done yet. His balls were just too tempting. They looked like a plucked chicken that had been thrown down the stairs. Black and blue and just a little bit hairy, his balls were so swollen that his scrotum could barely contain them. His left ball alone was almost large enough for her to fit her entire foot on.

It was exhilarating.

“Robert, do you know why I do this stuff to you?”

He looked up at her through teary eyes. “Because...because I assumed...I talked over you in class, I assumed I knew better than you did...It was disrespectful, and sexist, and I swear I’ll never do anything like it again. Just...please let me go, Monique. I...I need to see a doctor, and make sure my ball isn’t popped. I…”

She lifted her foot up and stomped back down on his gonads, cutting him off midsentence.

“That’s all true, and it’s certainly part of the reason I chose you, specifically. But the fact is…” She squatted down so they were face to face, using her foot to roll his balls in his sack and twist them around on the delicate cords that kept the orbs attached so securely to his body. Her voice was a whisper, but she enunciated every word so Robert could hear her perfectly. “-some of us girls just need a pair of balls to bust.” She smiled as his eyes opened wide, and realization began to dawn on him.

“Begging for mercy isn’t going to help. Apologizing isn’t going to help. This isn’t about revenge, or teaching you a lesson, Robert. This is about what I want to use these poor, swollen, balls for.” She leaned back on her heels just a bit, and Robert whimpered as another crunch came from his left ball. 

“Frankly, I’m surprised some other girl hasn’t taught you this by now. I’m hardly the only ballbusting girl in this school. Hell, it’s not even just us students. Some of the teachers get in on the action nowadays.” Monique slowly rose, reducing the amount of weight she was putting on his right testicle and contorting the left one even more. “I’m pretty sure the reason Ms. White was moved from P.E. to math was because of all the unfortunate ‘accidents’ her star swimmers were having. You’ve seen them in the locker room, right?” Robert’s eyes were glazed over, and the pain was clearly interfering with his ability to comprehend her. “Haven’t you always wondered why half the guys in your class are so shy about showering after gym? They change beneath towels so you can’t see their half-full or empty ballsacks.”

“A lot of balls get popped around here, Robert. To most of us girls...well, it’s hilarious. And to some of us...it’s HOT.”

She stood up entirely on his left ball. Robert looked up at her desperately, and wailed as-

POP

-half his manhood flattened completely.

---

Melody watched the scene unfolding intensely, trying her best to ignore the distracting wetness that was growing between her thighs. Her clit was throbbing for attention, and it took all her willpower to avoid slipping a finger inside herself and taking care of her urgent needs. She needed to stay alert. She didn’t want to be too busy masturbating while Monique ended her chance at grandchildren.

She watched sadly as he stripped his pants off, and spread his legs for the hot black girl. This was not going well. He needed to show some spine. Every little thing he gave in to her was just going to show her that he could be pushed farther.

When she started twisting, Melody almost got up. But she knew her son could hold out. The fact that she almost climaxed when Monique stepped onto her son’s ball had nothing to do with her hesitation.

Melody figured that Monique was going to drag it out. It’s not often you get a boy naked below you. You’d have to be incredibly greedy to pop his balls right away, without twisting and smashing and pulling his balls away. All these fun things you couldn’t do with a clothed boy...She scolded herself as her hand found her clit, but it felt too good to stop. She let out a cry as her finger traced rapid circles around her little love button.

Melody didn’t think Monique was going to put all her weight on the ball. Not right away, anyway.

She didn’t know the young girl as well as she thought she did.

pop

Melody gasped as she saw her son’s tormentor abruptly drop. She could barely hear the sound of testicular destruction at this distance, but she knew what that sudden fall meant. The testicle that had been supporting Monique’s weight had given way. Monique’s sneaker was now flat to the ground, with only the left half of Robert’s scrotum beneath it, too thin to contain a function ball. She needed to get up and help her son, but-

Her orgasm overtook her. Melody spasmed forward, biting the front knuckle on her left hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. She slipped her middle finger inside herself and pressed her g-spot roughly, keeping her thumb on her sensitive clit as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. As she stared at the scene of her son’s half-castration through fluttering eyes, she saw Monique undergo a her own climax. The black minx had torn her tight jeans off and squatted next to her son. She was rubbing herself unabashedly, moaning noisily and squirting onto the concrete where her son’s left ball had just broken. She was using one hand to rub herself to completion, and the other to squish whatever remained of his ball into mush.

Melody wished she could enjoy herself so openly. She remembered the feeling of grinding a ruptured testicle to mush, ensuring that doctors wouldn’t be able to piece anything back together. She pressed into herself harder, trying to relive her favorite memories from her illustrious ballbusting career, bucking against her own hand as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy

Minutes later, Melody came to, her head cleared of all her awful fantasies. Guilt creeped back into her, and her stomach sank. She had just rubbed herself silly as her son lost a testicle. She needed to get the poor boy to a hospital. It was too late to save the left half of his manhood, but she could do her best to salvage the right. She needed to do something for her boy. She couldn’t let her son down again.

She stood up, her legs shaking as the blood rushed back them. She had been sitting down and playing with herself so long they’d fallen asleep, and she stomped the floor as pins and needles pricked her all along her thighs. Monique had left sometime during Melody’s long orgasm, and it was safe to come to her boy’s aid now. The sooner she got to him, the sooner he would be up and at the hospital, his balls healed, instead of whimpering softly as he groped the remains of his bruised and busted manhood...

Melody realized with horror that she had started fantasizing again. She forced herself to walk as fast as she could to her car, resisting the temptation to slow down and prolong his agony. She started her car and drove into the parking lot, pulling into her usual spot, doing her best just to seem as if she was a little bit late for some innocent reason. Taking the keys from the ignition, she caught a look at herself in her rearview mirror. Her face was still flushed, but it wasn’t too obvious that she’d just had the best orgasm of her life. 

She tried not to think about how good it had felt. This was real life, and her son’s real balls were on the line. She knew she’d messed up. She had to make it up to him somehow. She needed to make sure he kept his last one.

It was all he had left.

Chapter 3: Maria

Robert tried his hardest to pry his eyes open through the agony. His scrotum was a screaming nexus of pain. Every thought he tried to string together was interrupted by a blaring of red-hot testicular agony. He instinctively curled up in the fetal position, inadvertently squeezing his ruptured testicle between his thighs. The pain crescendoed through him, and his eyes shot open as he sucked air in through his teeth.

He got to his knees, every tiny movement sending a new jolt of nausea up his vas deferens and into his stomach. His mom’s parking spot...was occupied! He almost jumped for joy at the sight of her car. Instead, he accidentally brought his thighs too close together, with his massively swollen scrotum caught in between. He collapsed down in pain again, and awaited her tender care.

Melody rushed over to her son and wasted no time helping him to his feet. “NNNnnnghhh!!” Robert moaned as she roughly jerked him up, roiling the bruised contents of scrotum between his legs. She grimaced at his cry, sympathetic for her son’s pain but anxious to get him help.

“Robert, sweetie, I know it hurts, but we need to stop wasting time. Come on, try to get moving!” His mom dragged him forward impatiently, with no regard of how much she was jostling his gonads around in their stretched sac. “Mom, stop! PLEASE! You’re HURTING ME!” Robert struggled to keep up with her brisk pace, and his jogging made his manhood flop up and down agonizingly. He bent over to catch his breath, and to do his best not to throw up.

“ROBERT!” His mom shouted with an intensity he’d never heard before. “We NEED to get you to a hospital. You’ve already lost one nut, and if she badly bruised the other one, it could be really close to dying already!” She grabbed him by the armpits and held him up in a position that was disconcertingly similar to Monique’s treatment of him right before kneeing him in the groin. “Do you want to lose both of your balls? Do you want your sex life to end before it begins?” Tears came to her eyes as she thought of all the boys and men she’d ruined in her life. “I don’t want that for you, Robert. I want you to be a real man, with a real set of balls between your legs, and already...already you’ve lost half of them.”

Robert gasped, and Melody realized her son didn’t know the extent of his injuries. It made sense; after all, she’d seen dozens of testicular ruptures, but it’s not like he’d ever experienced one before. “Sweetie, I know it’s not fun to hear, but...She definitely popped your left ball. It’s...well, I’m sure you can feel that it’s totally broken. That stomping, twisting motion is REALLY effective at pulping a testicle! You’re only down to one nut, and...I’m...I’m really just trying to look out for you!”

He staggered back to the car, doing his best to keep up with his mom’s pace. He wanted to throw up, and every time his legs brushed his scrotum he had to hold back screams, but he wanted to save his manhood even more than his mother. He endured the agony and finally made it into the front seat of the car, splaying his legs out obscenely to minimize the pressure he put on his testicles.

Now that he had caught his breath and gotten as acclimated to the pain as possible, he started to comprehend what his mother had said to him.

And something wasn’t right.

“How...how did you know how she popped it?”

His mother blinked at him, pretending not to hear.

“Ok, Robert, I’m going to have to do a quick-”

“Mom. How did you know what Monique did to me? How did you know she bruised my other nut?!” His voice was climbing in pitch, ever so slowly, as he put the story together. “You...you knew she stomped and twisted it, so…” He looked up at her, his hurt and anger apparent in his eyes. “How long were you watching her hurt me?! Why didn’t you help me?!”

Melody bit her lip guiltily. She knew her actions had been wrong. She needed to stop lying. He was her son, and he deserved the truth. She looked her son directly in the eyes, trying to keep her voice level as she began her confession.

“Robert, if I had ran up to help you, she would have seen you as weak. Maybe she’d run off today, but tomorrow, she’d hunt you down and repay you far worse. She’d almost certainly castrate you, and maybe take your cock off too. You need to understand this: Some girls just enjoy hurting boys like that.” She sighed. “Frankly, you need to learn to deal with this, sooner rather than later. I know it’s not fair that you have to try so much harder to keep your sex organs intact, but it’s the way things are in this town. Always has been.”

Robert shuddered at her answer and groaned in pain. He knew what the answer to his next question would be, but he had to ask anyway.

“Have...have you popped any balls?”

She smiled sadly at his naivete. “Honey, when a girl is in high school...Well, I...I’m not proud of it, but I was a little hellion back in my day. God, I must’ve busted...well, I stopped keeping count after 30. Hell, some of them even deserved it!” She let a giggle slip out, and tried to cover it up with a cough. “But I’m past that now. I mean, I still fantasize about castration, but I haven’t busted a ball in a decade and a half now.” She did her best to look sympathetic and motherly, while trying to hide her arousal at her son’s face as he took in the news that his mom was a serial castratrix. “I’m happy to talk about this with you. I know your sex ed class probably didn’t talk about how to handle this, or how widespread ballbusting and castration are. I know it’s painful to hear now, but learning about the fragility of your testicles and the pain they can bring can help you defend your last one that much better. And trust me, your popped ball probably seems like the worst thing in the world right now, but...later in life you’re laugh about all this.”

Robert was clearly nowhere close to laughing about this. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and he gaped at his mother speechlessly. Not just one castration, but dozens of boys were neutered at the hands of the woman responsible for his well-being. And she still fantasized about it! The fact that she hadn’t neutered anyone in 15 years was little comfort to Robert. That still meant his mom busted some balls after he was born.

And she still hadn’t answered all of his questions.

“Mom, how...how long were you watching for?” He felt his stomach sink as he started to have a hunch. “What...what were you doing while she hurt me?”

Melody took a deep breath. She owed her son the truth.

“Sweetie, I...The way watching you made me feel...I can’t help myself. know this is going to sound really awful, but...I was masturbating. It...you just...you can’t understand how amazing...It’s just so rare and...” She took a deep shuddering breath, and another wave of arousal flooded her as she saw her son’s face twist into a mask of horror.

“No….no no no no no no no NO NO NO!!” The poor boy broke down at this. He needed to get away from this psycho bitch. Maybe she gave birth to him, but she just admitted to masturbating while she watched Monique pulp one of his balls. He couldn’t stay around her. He couldn’t trust her. How long would it be before she decided to turn her fantasy to reality? Would he wake up in the middle of the night with her smiling between his legs as she pulled his last ball off his body? Or would she “accidentally” drop her pot of boiling coffee on his groin in the morning, and kill off his remaining sperm count? Had she fantasized since he was born?  He couldn’t live with a woman who fantasized about his balls being bruised, crushed, and ruptured. He needed to get away. He fumbled weakly at the door, trying to escape the insane woman that had been his caretaker for so many years.

Melody sighed. She should have known better. She should have waited until he was recovered from his injury to tell him the truth; the poor boy was clearly too traumatized to listen to her now. Sometimes, a little white lie was worth it to avoid hurting someone you love. 

But she couldn’t worry about hurting his feelings right now. Her first priority was to save her son’s remaining testicle. And if he actually ran out of her car...well, she knew he’d lose his last ball for sure. She needed to calm him down, or knock him out somehow.

She needed him unconscious so he wouldn’t hurt himself. She knew what she had to do. She cringed in anticipation, even as she felt her panties dampen once more.

“Robert...We need to get going. I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to stop moving around so much. You’re  going to hurt yourself.  I’m SO sorry to do this to you,” She looked at her only offspring dolefully.  “I...I really mean it.”

She pulled her hand back and punched him in the groin. Her fist slammed through mushy remains of his broken ball and into his still-intact right testicle, pinning it to his pelvic bone. It was a familiar feeling, but one she hadn’t had in a long time. Robert hunched over in pain, crosseyed, clutching his knees together.

But he hadn’t passed out quite yet. Melody punched again, this time with as much force as she could muster, trying her best to aim entirely for the broken testicle and avoid hurting his intact one. This time, she could feel his ball flatten out against his groin, and he finally stopped moving as the pain overwhelmed him.

Melody looked on at the poor boy, his face frozen in between a grimace and a shriek, his arms making a V as his hands clutched the battered remains of his testicles. Melody committed the image to memory for later enjoyment, and took one last opportunity to snake her hand between his legs and feel for the full extent of damage to his manhood. His left testicle was completely mush. His right ball was swollen and bruised, but she sighed in relief as she found that it was free of any major ruptures. She started her car and headed off to the hospital, trying to keep her eyes on the road and not on the distracting sight of her son’s badly damaged manhood.

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Robert came to in the clinic waiting room, groaning in pain. Someone had partially dressed him, much to his discomfort. His distended scrotum was testing the strength of his briefs, and his jeans were pulled up past his knees but undone at the waist. Clearly, whoever had done him the “favor” of cramming his painful ballbag into his underwear wasn’t as comfortable with trying to fasten his skinny-jeans on around his swollen package. He blinked and squinted, trying to make sense of his situation through the bright fluorescent lights and intense testicular agony that still racked him.

His mom was standing in front of the clinic’s intake counter, talking to the cute blonde receptionist. He leaned closer to try to hear their conversation clearer, and groaned softly as the bloated mass between his legs shifted painfully.

“...So you do sperm donation and freezing here as well? That’s so interesting! I thought it was just urology and-”

“Yeah, we try to be a one-stop-shop for all male reproductive issues! Which, let me tell you: In this town, there’s A LOT of boys coming in with...problems down there. Are you interested in our, um, services for your son?”

“Oh no, he’s...we won’t be needing that. Just the orchiectomy today.”

The blonde girl rolled her eyes. “Alright, your risk then. But...I’ll let you in on something: In this town, boys with one ball do not usually get to keep it. Trust me, the doctors here have removed SO many last balls from guys, sometimes just weeks after he’s lost the first one!” She giggled. “Sorry, I know it’s a little disturbing...Working in here kind of desensitizes you to how awful it is for those poor guys.” She sighed.

His mom must have been intensely embarrassed, because Robert saw her face flush and her eyes drop to the ground. Something about that look was so familiar to him...not just embarrassment, but something else. He tried to piece together his pain-filled memory. He’d remembered Monique standing full weight on his testicle, remembered the sudden bolt of agony as she’d dropped down…

...and everything else was blank. His memory between then and here was just a painful, messy haze.

“Well, maybe I’ll sign him up for that then. I do want him to freeze some sperm before he’s castrated…”

“Good news! We’ve got a special deal going on right now! I know you were only planning on removing one of his testicles, but we offer a double orchiectomy, PLUS sperm freezing package!” The busty receptionist leaned over and helpfully pointed to a piece of white printer paper stapled to the wall. Robert could just make our her name, “Michelle”, on her brass nametag. His eyes followed her finger to the the horrible slogan:

Drip and Snip!

Below it, in slightly smaller font (and a garish purple):

Worried about LOSING your BALLS PAINFULLY? Heard about the huge increase in TESTICULAR RUPTURES in the area? Want the reproductive capabilities with none of the agonizing hassles of BEING BORN MALE? Just come on in for our DRIP n SNIP special! We’ll take good care of your frozen sperm, and you can your testicles removed ON YOUR SCHEDULE, under ANESTHESIA, without any of the PAIN that comes with a testicular FRACTURE or RUPTURE!

Robert shuddered. He just wanted to get out of this nightmarish place and get home. Everything between his legs hurt abominably.

“Oh, well, I…” His mom looked surprised as the suggestion. “Well, losing the first one did hurt him a lot…”

This was too much. The one woman who was supposed to be looking out for him was seriously having him neutered. “MOM!” He tried to stand up, but his briefs were too tight. The movement caused the elastic to press into his injured balls painfully, and Robert wheezed as he collapsed to the ground yet again.

“Oh sweetie! Be careful! I didn’t know you were awake.” His mom came over to him and bent over, unwittingly giving him a view straight down her plunging neckline. Even through the pain, Robert did his best to commit the view to memory for later. She helped him up, and sat next to him on another hard plastic chair. “It’ll be ok, boy. It’ll be ok. Er…” She looked at him guiltily. “How much do you remember?”

Robert couldn’t answer. He was concentrating every ounce of his willpower on keeping his lunch down. He waited silently, as still as he could be, for his doctor to come out and call him in for his surgery.

It felt like hours had passed before a Latina doctor opened the door and ushered him smilingly into a private back room, his mother following along. She was in her mid-thirties, and even in his condition, Robert couldn’t help but notice her pleasing curves hidden beneath her scrubs. He struggled to follow, his pants still barely staying up.

They got to the examination room, and Robert eased himself onto the examination table, his legs splayed wide. “Hello, my name is Doctor Jimenez. But you can just call me Maria.” Her tone was upbeat, but sympathetic. Her eyebrows furrowed in worry when she looked down at his bruised scrotum. “I...well, we could go through with a total examination, but I think it’d be unnecessary. We should have you in surgery immediately.” Robert closed his eyes and held back tears. He knew it coming in, but hearing the verdict from a professional made it real. He was going to have to have his shattered left ball removed.

“Doctor...Shouldn’t you examine him thoroughly first, to make sure you have to operate?”

Maria raised an eyebrow. She’d been in this profession long enough to read a lot into that question. The good doctor had seen her type in here a dozen times before; “sympathetic” mothers who just feel so sorry for their poor boy, but oh doctor, can you just jostle his scrotum around a bit to make sure? We don’t want to accidentally assume anything is broken! Just roll it around in your hand. Oh, I know it’s uncomfortable, and I don’t WANT to hurt him, but...well, isn’t he so adorable, curled over and crying in pain? For whatever reason, seemingly every other woman in town was eager to hurt men, crush their balls, blueball them for weeks before leaving them sterile and nutless. Her boss, Dr. S, and her nerdy little sidekick Cathy seemed obsessed with finding any medical excuse to remove a nut, or cause just a little extra pain in a boy’s sensitive regions when it wasn’t totally necessary. Even their airhead secretary was blasé about the constant stream of boys brought in to have various damaged bits of their genitals removed, although she didn’t seem to take as much joy in causing it as the other two.

But Maria took her Hippocratic oath seriously. She wouldn’t cause undue harm to her patient, especially not if their mother looked like she was just seconds away from slipping her hands into the patient’s pants and finishing his partial castration.

“Trust me, ma’am, I’ve got enough experience with this kind of injury. An examination would just cause a lot of unneeded pain. We’ll anesthetize him and send him over to the O.R. immediately. You’ve filled out all the consent paperwork earlier, so we don’t need anything else from you.” Maria ushered the sadistic woman out of the room before she could protest the anesthesia.

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Maria quietly opened the door to where Robert was resting, his sac neatly stitched up after his operation. The surgery had been successful and uneventful (her orchiectomies always seemed to go so much more smoothly than her colleague’s, for reasons she’d rather not imagine), and the anesthesia should be wearing off soon.

The poor kid had been through a lot, and he needed his rest, but she had a feeling he’d be excited to find out what Maria and his mother had just discussed.

“Robert? Are you awake?” He blinked groggily, trying to get his bearings. She’d seen this before; traumatic injuries often messed with patient’s memories. He might not even know what he just went through.

“We...we had to remove your left testicle, after an accident at school.” Ah. He hadn’t remembered. She got closer to him as he knitted his eyebrows in anguish, trying his best to piece together the agony-filled timeline of the last few hours.

“The good news is, your right testicle seems to be in perfect condition! Even the bruising is relatively minor, and should clear up in a couple of days.” She smiled up hopefully at him. “So your sexual function should be completely unimpaired!”

“And, speaking of which…” She produced a small translucent plastic cup with an opaque screw-on lid, and a little bottle of medical lube. “Your mother agreed to let us freeze some of your sperm for you!”

Robert was still wrapping his head around his situation. His crotch was probably still sore from the stitches, and the anesthesia had left him sooner than he’d hoped. “Right...Right now? Right after my surgery?”

“I know you’re still in a bit of pain down there, honey, but…” Maria bit her lip. “We want to get it from you as soon as possible, is all.”

The implication lingered in the air uncomfortably. They both knew what she meant: she was worried he’d have his other testicle removed at any moment. They couldn’t let him leave the clinic for even a day, for fear that he’d end up having to come to the hospital without the ability to cum at the hospital. There were just too many girls around here who’d bust him nutless without a second thought. Robert sighed. “Fine. Just...put the stuff on the table, I’ll take care of myself after you leave.”

Maria’s smile widened. “Well, I figured you’ve been through so much recently, you might need a little assistance in that area.”

“Wha-”

She wrapped her latex glove around his cock, the half-hard organ springing to full attention in her grasp. The boy gasped in pleasure, obviously not used to having his nether regions handled by someone else. She opened the bottle of lube and squirted some of the clear gel onto the head of his penis, eliciting a moan as she spread the cold liquid all over his erection. Her hand glided down his penis slowly.

“It’s ok if I do this for you, right? If you don’t want this, I can leave you to do it for yourself.” The boy nodded vigorously, moaning out his obvious consent. With that as her signal, Maria increased her speed, pumping expertly, swirling her hand over his corona on the downstroke, clearly experienced in milking an orgasm out of a willing cock.

She didn’t have to ask if he was a virgin; the kid’s twitching and moaning outed him as such. Either that, or he hadn’t cum in weeks and was blueballed beyond reasoning. Precum started to ooze out of his cockslit onto her gloved hand, and she angled the twitching organ towards the open mouth of the receptacle.

She didn’t give every patient this kind of treatment, but the kid probably had a rough home life. His only parent was an obvious ballbusting fanatic; Maria wouldn’t be surprised if she was responsible for at least part of his injuries.

Plus, he was cute as hell.

“I know you’re almost there, Robert. Don’t hold back, this isn’t a stamina contest.” His guttural moans and white-knuckled grip of the examination table assured her that he did. “Shoot it all out for me, honey. We need as big a sample as you can give, to ensure the maximum number of viable swimmers.”

Precum was streaming out now, and the boy was clearly about to explode. Her hand was a blur up and down his thick cock. Any minute, the virgin was going to shoot weeks of backed-up spunk from his sole functioning organ.

Finally, he lost control. Robert bucked hard, harder than she expected, and his cock pointed up towards the busty doctor. And with a loud gasp, he started to cum. Rope after rope of gooey, stringy cum spattered across her uniform and her face. White globs settled on white fabric, and dribbles of thick semen arced across her face and formed rivulets going down her cleavage. Maria was so shocked by her sudden miscalculation that she barely managed to point his cock into the receptacle during his fading orgasm, well after the lion’s share of his cum had sprayed all over her. She tugged hard on his wilting erection, trying to coax every last drop that he hadn’t got on her into the plastic cup. Even after the dozen powerful spurts he’d let out, his cock still drooled white goo into the sperm sample holder, occasionally pulsing as another jolt of pleasure ran through him.

He finally finished. She held up the cup and frowned, wiping a streak of jizz from her glasses so she could read the marking. Less than ⅓ of what she needed for even a minimum viable sample. Damn. If she’d reacted faster, or kept a better grip on him, they would have collected far more than enough.

But she’d screwed up. And she couldn’t tell her supervisor that she’d just shot the sperm sample their patient paid for all over her tits; her ministrations weren’t exactly approved of by the clinic, or the AMA. She needed to get a replacement sample from him, and fast. She gave the limp organ in her hand a final tug, rubbing his slick cockhead in a futile attempt to get more cum from the boy. He rewarded her with a shudder and a squeal as she touched the painfully sensitive pink tip, but the final ooze wasn’t anywhere close to enough for her to freeze.

Damn. She’d have to use that new device to get the rest out of him. She prided herself in obtaining sperm samples from patients without putting them through that.

Damn. Poor kid.

“I’m...I’m sorry for getting it all over you, Dr. Jimenez.” His voice was raspy. He was probably dehydrated. “I just...I’ve never been with a girl before. You felt sooo fucking good.” He sighed, satisfied. “Did you get enough for my sample?”

She sighed. “I’m sorry Robert. I really screwed that up. We didn’t get quite enough.”

He grinned up at her. “Well, give me about an hour and I’ll have another load ready for you.”

She smiled sadly at his audacity. “I’d love to see that, but I’m afraid I have other patients to see. And...we really need that sample from you.” 

She reached under his legs and opened a drawer, pulling out some kind of elongated, lumpy rubber device, not dissimilar to a fleshlight but with a few extra parts hanging off it. Robert looked down at it, confused. She slipped the deviceonto his soft, cum-slick cock. It had a pouch obviously meant for a scrotum to fit into, and she slipped his loose, half-filled sac in there too. She flipped a switch on the side, and the machine hummed and moved, changing its shape to fit around his cock and ball perfectly like a vacuum seal.  Finally, she attached a rubber hose went from the tip of the cocksleeve to a special cap for the partial sperm sample.

“This device uses some electrostimulation and compression techniques to extract semen. It’s not going to feel as good as a handjob, I’m afraid.”

“But, Dr. Jimenez, I’m kind of, ah…” He tried to put things delicately. “Drained. You saw how much I came. I don’t have anything left to cum.”

“Trust me, Robert. You do.”

She flipped another switch on the device, and it hummed to life.

Robert gasped. He’d felt electric shocks before, but never on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. And certainly not when combined with an intense squeezing sensation as the rubber device tightened around his testicle past the point of comfort.

“I’m sorry for this. The extractor usually doesn’t take long, at least.” She bit her lip. It usually only took two or three minutes to shock and squeeze a full sample of sperm out of a participant. Originally meant to calm down rowdy inmates without giving any undue pleasure, the semen extractor could pump a load out of the most drained testicles. 

Of course, it was usually meant to be used on inmates who weren’t allowed orgasms more than once per month. Maria wasn’t sure of its efficacy on extracting an orgasm from a participant who had just released a quart of semen all over the examination room, especially if they only had one grape on the vine. Robert’s second milking could take a while.

The extractor finally finished warming up.

The opaque rubber around Robert’s ball contracted, turning translucent as it squeezed around its occupant into a space far less roomy than his half-filled ballsack. Robert’s eyes bulged with sudden pain.

“Don’t worry, it won’t cause any permanent damage. It’s calibrated very precisely. The manufacturers have tested it on over…” She cut herself off, figuring it’d probably be better if he didn’t know how many testicles were rendered inert in the manufacturer’s quality control process. “Well, the point is, it’s going to hurt a bit. But you’re going to be alright, sexually, after it’s finished.”

The voltage through the metal contacts on the inside of the rubber pouch spiked, and Robert clenched his teeth as sporadic pulsing shocks ran through his ball. The cruel device began pumping his ball for semen like a heart pumps blood. He wasn’t erect, but his cock started leaking precum anyway, and the cocksleeve portion whirred to life to vacuum every drop of fluid down the hose and into the collection tank.

“I’ll...I’ll leave you to it, then. Just let the machine do the work, and you’ll be out of here ASAP.”

She stopped speaking momentarily as the first maximum intensity bolt shot through him. Robert screamed as a thin trickle of semen escaped him. The upper half of the device twisted around his cock and squeezed the base tight, overwhelming his post-orgasmic member. It was like all the sensations of Maria’s hand with none of her kindness.

“And once again, I’m so sorry for the mistake.” She closed the door behind her, guiltily trying to shut out the sound of his screams as the merciless rubber extractor deformed and fried his remaining right testicle.

Chapter 4: Malcolm

It had been several weeks since Melody had taken her son to the clinic, and he had recovered about as well as a boy could from losing one of his most precious organs. Melody watched him carefully to see if he had any memory of their conversation before she hurt his balls, but the pain and the trauma seemed to have wiped it clean from his mind.

Melody wished she could forget the whole incident, but it lingered in her mind. She had a sudden sickening regret that she hadn’t been the one to pop her boy’s testicle. Not that she wanted to hurt her son, but…dammit, if anyone was going to relieve her son of half his manhood, it should have been her!

She couldn’t deny her former fiery passion for testicular injury had flared up in full. The stories and pictures and videos she rubbed herself to paled in comparison to the expression on her son’s face when Monique had dropped down suddenly, rendering his ball a pulpy mess. God, she missed doing it in real life. Nothing compared to that feeling.

She needed to see that face again, and hear that understated crunch that accompanies a man having his genitals seriously rearranged. Not on her innocent son, of course, but someone deserving. Someone lecherous and ogling, who couldn’t keep their hands or eyes to themselves.

“Oh hi, Ms. J,” her son’s friend Malcolm mumbled as he brushed past her upstairs, blushing deeply to hide the fact that he was peering down her shirt. The boy was obviously deeply in the throes of teenage lust for her; It was a little flattering and a lot annoying. Those roving eyes, that guilty blush, and the supposedly clumsy collisions bumps that always seemed to involve him landing a hand on her thigh or tit all pushed her patience with the teenage libido to the brink.

The boy didn’t deserve to be neutered for being horny, but a bruised nut or two wouldn’t kill him. Sure, she could just ignore his ‘accidental’ bumps, but why should she have to? Why couldn’t she be comfortable in her own house, without worrying about some horndog of an 18-year-old storing images of her for his future spank bank? “Boys will be boys,” her mother would have said, but it was 2018 and she didn’t have to put up with this treatment anymore.

No. She knew what she had to do. Teaching the boy a lesson about a woman’s right to her body would do him good in the future. A couple of stomps to the groin would help him see things clearly. It might even tone down his raging hormones.

Melody started thinking through her plot in intimate details, and her panties grew predictably damp. She suddenly urgently needed to clear her mind, with a little help from her plastic friend in the top bathroom drawer. She walked upstairs to the bathroom and opened the door distractedly.

Apparently, Malcolm had had a similar urge. Her jaw dropped at the sight of him standing in front of the sink, naked from the waist down and pumping his cock frantically. The conditioner he was using as makeshift lube covered the top of the tile sink in a fine spray with each stroke. He moaned her name, his eyes rolling into the back of his head right as she opened the door. She watched, jaw agape, as his balls swung between his legs, like two lemons in a tube sock. His cock had a pronounced bend to the left, and his self pleasure looked like he was trying very ineffectually to straighten it out.

He gasped loudly at his abruptly newfound audience. But his member ignored the surprise and chose that instant to respond enthusiastically to his ministrations. It sprayed happily, bobbing up sharply with each spurt of cum. Malcolm had the courtesy to slow (but not stop) his pumping, staring terrified and ashamed at her but too caught up in his own lust to stop milking himself. Finally, he dribbled his last drop, and shoved his long limp cock between his legs. 

As if there was any point being modest after she just watched him cover her sink and hand towels in jizz. He started to stutter, caught somewhere at an apology for his masturbation and anger at her intrusion, but she spoke over him.

“Are you free the weekend after next? My son is out of town and I need some help with some landscaping chores around the yard.” She intoned casually, as if they wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about her watching him cum while moaning her name. She mostly kept eye contact with him, but couldn’t help but flit her eyes downward at his slick, mostly flaccid cock and impressively low-hanging scrotum. She was sure he noticed her watching.

Malcolm nodded vigorously.

“Great!” Melody beamed at the hunched over kid, and turned to leave.

“Oh, and Malcolm...just one more thing.”

He cringed.

“...do me a favor and hold off on any more jacking off until you come back here. I want those to be completely full for me next time. Understand, hot stuff?” Melody looked back at him and winked seductively, channeling the coy younger girl that had tempted countless men onto a path of permanent sexlessness.

Malcolm’ balls churned out another spurt, and he dribbled out the final sticky strand of thin white fluid onto the tile floor. Melody closed the door, letting him clean up his mess in peace.

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Malcolm knocked in the front door of his friend’s house, his balls packed full of two weeks of cum. That meeting with Robert’s mom in the bathroom still felt like a mirage, or an especially intense fantasy. He’d never even had the opportunity to show his dick to a girl before, and suddenly the MILF of his (often wet) dreams was watching him Jackson Pollock her sink. The vision of her standing in the doorway while he spewed his load out messily would’ve been fuel for dozens of masturbation sessions, but her frank invitation and not-so-subtle hints were what really made him doubt his memories of that day.

Your friend’s hot mom didn’t just casually invite you over to do yard work while you were standing naked and dripping cum in front of her. She certainly wouldn’t follow it up with a coy wink and a hint that even a virginal highschooler nerd like him could understand. That just isn’t the way the world works. He didn’t live in a poorly written porn story.

But it had happened. That image of her expression and the charming (and slightly amused) lilt of her voice had burned themselves crystal-clear into his memories. In the second week of his abstinence, when his hormonal urges had pushed him to almost disobey Melody’s command (it had been more of a command than a request, he realized), he replayed that scene over and over in his head. He needed to keep his hands off his cock until they met.

Staying orgasm-free for that long wasn’t an easy task for the average teenage boy. For Malcolm, it was practically impossible. He’d always been too horny for his own good; his parents, who were healthily sex-positive but still a little perturbed at their son’s sex drive, had to move him out of the room he shared with his twin sister Kayleigh when he was 13 due to his unstoppable urge to empty his load six times daily. In the five years since, his libido had only grown. After a week without an orgasm, he’d started to feel a dull tenseness throughout his balls that made concentration on his studies difficult. After two weeks, he was starting to go slightly insane.

But he’d managed, somehow. He had the right motivation, after all.

He couldn’t disappoint the woman who was going to take his virginity.

When Ms. Johnson opened the door, any remaining doubts about her intentions vanished from Malcolm’s mind. Her chest filled out a too-tight old white t-shirt, one that ostensibly could have been used for gardening, but her obvious lack of a bra made Malcolm think otherwise. “Oh, hi there! Come on it, have a seat. Let me get you some coffee.” No mention of the yardwork. Was it his imagination, or had she said come with a slight upward tone? Did he see her eyes flit down to his emerging boner, or was that false hope too? 

Fuck it. No more doubting himself. If he wanted this to happen, he needed to be confident.

He followed her in, knowing better than to risk trying to tuck his now fully erect cock into his waistband. Even touching himself with the view of the wide, curvy buttocks in front of him would likely set him off.

He sat down on the living room chair as his living fantasy padded off to the kitchen for a mug. He spread his legs apart, and his cock poked down one leg of his mesh shorts while his ludicrously limber sack spilled out the other. He knew it was indecent, but he also knew she wanted him. Letting himself hang out would only hasten towards the inevitable conclusion of her ‘yardwork’ excuse. They could drop the charade and she could get the cock she so obviously was lusting over. He leaned back and closed his eyes, fantasizing about his imminent orgasm.

“How much cream and sugar do you like in yours?” Malcolm snapped forward to his host standing in front of him, grinning hungrily at his bare package but saying nothing. A spurt of precum oozed out of his cock, and he was thankful that his black mesh shorts hid the dampness.

“Oh, I like mine-” Suddenly, she stumbled down; one of her high heels must have broken. The hand gripping the tall lidless travel mug let go, and-

“Aaaah!” Malcolm shrieked as the boiling liquid soaked his shorts. Fresh coffee scalded his bare balls, and visions of helping his mom hard-boiling eggs flashed through his mind. The giant pink mass between his legs turned a livid red, letting off steam as rest of his drink puddled into the chair below.

“Oh god Malcolm, I’m so sorry!” He spread his legs wider and took deep raggedy breaths, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Leaning back in the hard plastic chair, staring at the ceiling, tears welling in his eyes, Malcolm desperately hoped he could still have sex today. Or ever. “I...I think I got it right on your balls!” She added, most unnecessarily. “I can just be so clumsy sometimes!”

And then, inexplicably, her heel gave out again.

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Melody stumbled forward “accidentally”, pinning his enormous ballsack between her knee and the chair. She was satisfied with her aim; even after years out of practice, she could still pin two slippery orbs down exactly how she wanted.

Of course, missing a pair this big would’ve been just embarrassing. She had experience busting over a dozen sets of testicles, and Melody had never seen a man so blessed in the department as her son’s friend. Even better was those comically elastic cords that seemed only barely kept his balls in the vicinity of his abdomen. She rolled the orbs around beneath her, muttering a constant stream of “oh sorry, god I can’t believe I did that” into the poor boy’s ear. His pain was already too much for him to notice what was going on. From the immense volume of his balls and their owners outsized reaction to her fairly light busting, Melody suspected he’d really taken her request to heart. Nothing was better at making a man’s manhood extra sensitive than two weeks of blueballs.

She pulled herself up and dropped her weight back down onto his testicles a few times, continuously apologizing for her mistakes. “Oh god, the floor’s just so slippery, Malcolm! Christ, I think I’ve really hit-Oops! These shoes, I swear, just the most unstable things I’ve ever bought. Staying away from Kohl’s next time, lemme tell you-umph-Oh no, not again!”

Finally, she let off the poor boy. He fell forward off the chair, knees to the ground and ass in the air. His hands were between his legs, clutching the splotchy red and purple mass that hung down. He pulled his hands out from between his legs and tried to inch forward towards the door, giving her a better angle to see his low hangers from behind. The pain must still be too nauseating for him to get up.

She admired the view he presented her. For a ginger nerd, he kept himself in shape. Between two toned thighs, her prize swung tantalizingly, just peaking out of the loose black shorts, and she knew she wasn’t done with her boy quite yet. Squatted down beside him, knees wide apart, Melody heard and appreciated his little moan when he noticed that she’d ‘forgotten’ both of her undergarments today.

---

To her, this move was just another from her big bag of ballbusting distraction tricks. But to Malcolm, the view she presented was so beautiful, he knew he’d never let it leave his memory as long as he had balls. Two pink lips, covered in a light dusting of trimmed brown hair, her clit sticking out from her bush like a tiny thumb. Near the bottom, her labia gave way to a light, moist pink that he still feebly hoped his cock would get into before the day was out.

He’d seen pictures in porn, of course, but seeing a woman’s bare pussy (specifically, this woman’s, the object of the first fantasies that ushered him into puberty) in real life was like staring into the face of god. But what caused him to coat his boxers in another spurt of precum was that slight shininess in her lower pubes, and the clear liquid stalactite of girl drool hanging from the bottom of her cunt.

She was practically salivating down below. Even a boy as inexperienced as him knew what that meant. 

She was enjoying this.

---

Melody knitted her brows in worry as she spoke softly and sympathetically, seemingly oblivious of what she was doing to him. “Honey, I know it hurts, and you probably just want to go home and rest with an icepack on your balls, but…” She gently pulled back the elastic band of his shorts and yanked them off, painfully chafing his partially cooked nuts and eliciting another delicious squeal. His freckled white butt almost blinded her, the two untanned but pleasingly sculpted buttocks covered with only the lightest coating of red hair. She snaked her hand between them and hefted his dangling orbs, still warm to the touch and smelling faintly of Espresso.

“We have to make sure all of your parts still work.” She reached her other hand down and wrapped it around his growing cock. She had a ludicrous flashback to a school field trip to a dairy farm, where the farmers had given all the kids a go at milking the cow. He twitched in her hands, and she grinned at his soft grunts as his prick fully hardened, taking on its distinctive  curve to the left. 

Her thumb and forefinger made a loop around his nutcords and Melody brought her hand to the bottom of his sack. She managed to fit her whole fist around the loose cords, with several inches to spare between the top of her hand and his twitching taint. His cockslit spurted sticky clear slime over her left hand, and she rubbed the precum around his corona, using his own secretions as lube. More shuddering moans assured her that her attentions were enjoyed. In her right hand, his mottled balls were slowly swelling from their bruising.

The contents of both her hands were twitching dangerously. Melody recalled how short a time Malcolm had been in the upstairs bathroom before he had redecorated it with his DNA. If he was that much of a quickshot two weeks ago, she could only imagine how little stamina he had now. And if he came, her iron grip over his will via his libido was gone. She needed to delay the inevitable.

Malcolm let out a muffled squeal as Melody probed the backsides of his balls, pushing her thumb in hard on the area right between each teste and its tether. “Gotta make sure...No deep bruising inside…” She panted her thin excuse as she increased the pressure deliriously, sweat dripping down her body and soaking her thin T-shirt. She made a mental note to buy a Sybian so she could have something to pleasure her with next time she had a boy in this position. His nutcords spasmed violently, and Melody pressed down hard enough to cut off what would have almost certainly been an immensely messy orgasm.

“I’m so worried that I’ve really hurt you, Malcolm. I was so clumsy, and...well, it’s really easy for guys to become impotent from injuries like that!” Another cry came from him, from pain or humiliation or pleasure. “I know, you don’t want that. It really sucks when some else’s clumsiness invades your personal space, doesn’t it?” No reply. Melody squeezed both her hands tightly and tugged them apart from each other, stretching his cords to their limit and stimulating his over sensitive cockhead. Another pulse failed to escape from beneath her thumb. She dug in deeper into the left nut for good measure.

Finally, the young man held so tightly in her grasp figured out what she needed from him.

“I’m...god, I’m so sorry Ms. Johnson. I’m sorry for…”

“For what, Malcolm?”

“I’m sorry for masturbating in your bathroom upstairs!” Well, she wasn’t even particularly mad about that (she understood teenage boys), but at least they were getting somewhere. She let go of his cock for a moment and hooked her left forefinger around his stretchy nutcords, pulling it away and twanging it like a very out of tune guitar. His squeals were in key, at least.

When he finally caught his breath, his voice was softer and noticeably higher pitched. “And I’m sorry for pretending to bump into youandactuallygrabbingyouohgodpleasestop. AieeeeEEEE-”

Another fleshy twang of the taught organs her finger was hooked around took away his verbal faculties. Finally, he’d confessed. She couldn’t rupture the ball of a boy who was so obviously regretful of his heinous actions. But before she could reluctantly release his sack, he found his voice and condemned himself.

“-andi’msorryfortakingyourpantiesfromyourroomandcumminginthemandputtingthembackatthebottomandhopingyoudidn’tnotice-”

Melody’s eyes went wide. She did her best to stay composed. She hadn’t known about that particular offense, but her lust started giving way to rage. She dug her thumb deeper into the orb of flesh beneath its nail, and little creases in the veiny thing sprung from the dimple she formed. Something gave way inside with a small, gristly crunch.

As she increased pressure in one nut, the other organ got a reprieve at last. And with a desperate screech, Malcolm came.

Melody had thought his bathroom performance was impressive, to say the least, but this encore was something else. His cock sprayed like a firehose, each spurt landing somewhere far in front off and to the left of his face. Melody’s kept pressing down, and her thumb found its way through the other side of its chosen testicle. His spurts strengthened as his keening rose in pitch.

An eternity of jizzing and screaming later, Malcolm finished his last spasms of pleasure. Her hand probed his scrotum, and she was surprised to find both testicles still intact. On further inspection (and at Malcolm’s noisy discomfort), she found that while rightie was still fully inflated fully (and quite discolored), leftie was like an empty water balloon.  The left testicle’s outer shell was intact, but it was completely devoid of its innards. From the relative lack of fluid and mush in his sack, she suspected she knew where the testicular contents, both liquid and solid, had ended up. She sighed annoyedly at what looked like so much spilt, lumpy strawberry milk splattered on her hardwood floor. His orgasm would almost certainly leave an indelible stain, and she added a new throw rug to her mental shopping list.

“Oh fuck, it feels like you turned my nuts inside out.” Malcolm still had his eyes closed, oblivious to the accuracy of his description. 

“No, don’t worry. It was just the left one.” She pushed him over gently and rolled him onto his back, his long curvy penis flopping messily onto his belly. His face was screwed up in that adorable hurt-boy way, his cheeks blushing as red as his hair on his head and around his cock. She just barely resisted the urge to take a picture with her phone.

“Ms...Melody, I think I need an ambulance.” He was right, but she ignored his pleading and stood above him, then lowered herself onto his face. Her damp pussy blocked his view from the mess on the floor in front of her.

“Yes, dear, in a bit.” And her human Sybian turned on below her, sobbing in pain as Melody’s wet scent enveloped him. Malcolm finally got his first chance to enter a woman, if only with his tongue.

Chapter 5: Monique II

Monique scanned the rows of seats on the bus. Robert had been conspicuously avoiding her since that fateful day; he sat as far away from her as he could during math class, and avoided being alone in any open areas between or after class. Tracking down his bus stop and riding along was the only way she could trap the boy. He was sitting conveniently alone in a row far in the back, several seats away from any other students. He saw her approach, and she could almost see him die inside as he realized what was coming. He looked so scared. A rush of arousal made her own cheeks redden.

She made a beeline for his row. He kept his eyes downcast, as if that would prevent her from finding him, but finally looked up at her when she sidled in next to him on the maroon seat.

“I’m...I’m saving that seat for…”

“For your friend Malcolm, right? I’m sure we can make room for him.” She scooted uncomfortably close to him. His leg quivered nervously against hers, pale and hairy against smooth and black, and she could almost smell his fear. His terror made her shiver in pleasure. There was just something about that look that guys wore after she took one of their nuts...That constant worry of a man painfully aware of how close they were to total castration, desperately hopeful that she wouldn’t neuter them. It was so sexy.

He’d made the poor choice to wear loose fitting gym shorts today. She slid her left hand up his thigh and into his boxers, taking a firm grasp of the lone spunk tank dangling inside.

“You’ve still got this one intact for me, right?” She gave his nut a tweak, and he warbled softly.

But something in his squishy organ felt…off. There was a strange roughness on the backside of his nut. She dug her thumb in, rolling the lumpy spot under her nail. He squealed in protest, but she found what she was looking for. A new injury, one she hadn’t caused.

“Did someone else bust you, Robert?” She felt the anger start to boil up. Some bitch was moving onto her territory. Every girl knew that popping a guy’s first nut was basically calling dibs on his last one. It was a lot of work breaking a boy this completely, and few boys were as perfect a ballbusting target as this nerdy white boy was. If some other bitch castrated him instead...

Robert wasn’t her main target today anyway. She couldn’t focus on this right now.

But she had to get the details on what happened to him...

“My...my mom,” he quailed. “After you...you did what to me, after school that one day-”

“After I popped your nut, you mean?”

He sniffled. “Y...yeah. After that, she came to pick me up, and drive me to the hospital, and...in the car…” He took a deep, breath, his voice cracking. “I...I think she was just trying to help somehow, but it...it hurt so much…”

Monique started to grin. “Are you saying your own mom…”

“Squeezed my last ball until I passed out. Yeah.”

She stifled a giggle. “Why?”

“She said she was looking for damage, but I don’t know why she had to roll it around so much...I woke up just in time to see them cut out the smashed...my left one.” He shuddered, and whether it was from reliving the agonizing past or her thumb digging cruelly into his nut in the present, she didn’t know. She rolled his bloated scrotum around in her hand, feeling the hairless scar, then shifted her thumb back to his tender testicle, delicately exploring all the sensitive bumps and indentations left by her older ballbusting colleague.

Robert squeaked predictably as Monique pinched another particularly tender lump of nut. His mom’s work was impeccable. She had distributed his injuries perfectly, ensuring that he’d be in maximum pain, while still minimizing risk of rupture. Was this a random accident, or was she trying to cause as much pain as she could? Ballbusting women weren’t exactly rare in this town. Monique had heard about how many ruptured testicles her mom had to treat at the clinic.

Just then, Malcolm boarded the bus. Monique sat up, and Robert shifted his body to minimize the stretching of his organ.

She purred into his ear, “Remember Robert, if you give him a hint about what I’m going to do...well, you’re going to be the only man I bust today. And I really want a full pair right now, not your lonely little testicle, so if you only have the one to offer me...I’d have to go twice as hard on it...I don’t know if it would be able to survive that kind of assault, do you?”

He shook his head, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks.

“If you don’t help me out, I might just accidentally pop it. It’d suck if you ended up nutless just because you wouldn’t help me play a little prank on your friend. So...stay quiet.”

He still whimpered, but he made a clear effort to keep quiet. At least he was trying to keep his friend unaware. She beamed down the aisle at Malcolm and waved him over, never letting go of Robert.

“Malcolm, over here! We’ve got room for you.”

Malcolm had taken a sudden extended disappearance from school for an unspecified illness. She’d her suspicions about the true nature of his “illness”, and his lopsided gait confirmed her fears. He walked down the bus corridor crookedly, wincing with each step. He’d been racked, hard. But was he a one-nut too? Robert’s ruptured ball had taken him nearly six weeks to heal out of; Malcolm had barely been gone two. Could he really be healed up already? 

Next to her, Robert quivered with nervousness, and a small sound squeaked out of the back of his throat.

“You better not be thinking of saying anything if you ever plan on having kids,” she hissed, tightening her grip. The squelch beneath him was soft, but loud enough for both of them to hear. Something rearranged itself inside his organ. She gasped and felt a creeping wetness between her own legs, and her cheeks flushed warmly. Ballbusting always got her so turned on, and knowing how close the manhood in her hands was to utter annihilation…god, she was horny. She bit her lip in frustration, longing to sneak a hand down her panties. And she still had another victim to bust today, one with some serious injuries already inflicted as well. She needed to squeeze the full story of Malcolm’s limp out of him.

Malcolm sat down warily, too stunned by the sight of an actual woman inviting him to sit next to her to notice where her right hand was. He, too, was wearing shorts that did little to protect his package. Even standing, she could make out the large outline of at least one testicle, and a cock that was embarrassingly starting to stand at attention. He sat down quickly, futilely trying to hide the tent in his pants.

“Mmmm...You two make this so easy!” Her hand darted inside the large gap tented up from Malcolm’s left pantleg. He even had the gall to go commando. Her left hand encircled his scrotum, and she audibly gasped when she felt the roughness of yet another scar. The scratchy stitches still held his sliced-up scrotum together; they must have kicked him out of the hospital much earlier than Robert had.

Just to confirm, she jammed a finger in the area where his left testicle should have been. Instead of another fat organ to match the one in her grasp, her fingers only found the cleanly snipped terminus of his former spermatic cord. She really had two single-testicle boys in her grasp. The realization sent another shiver of arousal through her, and Monique stifled a moan. She captured this memory, for her own future spank-bank purposes. Malcolm squirmed away, his hands clawing at her grip, but a sharp twist finally left him whimpering and limp.

Her other victim squirmed in her grasp, clearly eager to get free.

“I...I did like you said. I didn’t tell him, and you’ve...you’ve got his balls to play with now. Can...can you let me go?”

Robert’s voice was pathetically shrill, but still loud enough for his best friend to hear him. Malcolm glanced between his friends legs, and his face twisted in anger and betrayal as he realized what Robert had let happen.

“You...you asshole-”

“Quiet.” A twitch from her fist between his legs left Malcolm gasping. “Don’t blame your friend. I’m sure you would’ve done the same to save your last nut.”

“And as for you, Robert...I told you I needed two balls to work with today. The two of you together provide that, just barely. So no, I’m not going to let you go free. Not unless you want me to take out all my aggression on Malcolm’s one little buddy.” It was really anything but little, but Robert didn’t know that. Robert gasped. Malcolm’s lost testicle was news to him as well. Monique guessed that was the sort of thing you didn’t talk with even your best friend about.

“Now Malcolm...I am intimately familiar with how our mutual friend” - Robert gasped in pain at her yank - “Lost his first nut. But I’m awfully curious to know who took yours.

“Did a vengeful jilted ex decide you needed to be taught a lesson? Maybe a mean friend tried to pull an innocent prank on you and went a little too far? Or was it just an accident? You could’ve hit a curb on your bike and flew off, landed on your handlebars, and got your plum splattered that way? God, there’s just so many ways for a boy to get hurt, you’ve really -,” Another none-too-gentle tweak helped emphasize her point “-got to tell me how you lost yours.”

“His...his mom,” Malcolm nodded towards his friend.

Wait...what?

“She...she invited me over to do yardwork while Robert was out of the house. She had been really sexy, and I thought...I hoped I’d get laid, I thought it was just an excuse, that she really just wanted my cock…”

Robert’s jaw dropped. Oh, this is going to be GREAT.

“But when I got there, she...she kept ‘accidentally’ kicking me in the balls, and she finally…” He sobbed. “She crushed it. She...she pretended it was just because she had caught me masturbating upstairs, like that was enough of a reason to take my ball from me. But...I think she just liked doing it,” he spat out bitterly through shuddering gasps, the trauma clearly still fresh in his mind.

“The doctor...they said I could have gotten it fixed, if she brought me into the hospital earlier. She didn’t fully pop it, just squeezed most of its insides out, so they...they could have still stitched it up. But instead of taking me there immediately, she sat on my face for hours and made me...made me lick her. She said I was the first ball she had popped in a long time, so she was going to make the most of me,” His voice cracked, and Monique grinned in delight. She might be a cruel bitch, but she’d always left the boy in a position to get medical help right away. Making him wait with a ruptured ball was cruel beyond imagining; that had to hurt like a motherfucker. As annoyed as she was that Robert’s mom had muscled in on both of her favorite targets, she had to admit the woman was kind of a genius.

Malcolm’s story cleared any remaining doubt she had about Melody’s motivations. One time ballbusting her son? Maybe it was an accident. But calling his friend over with the specific intention to halfstrate him, and riding his face while his empty ball hung painfully between his legs? That was intentional. 

“You...you tried to fuck my mom?!” Robert’s voice was strained, but Monique could still hear the anger behind his words. She could work with this.

“Does that make you mad, Robert? Do you hate your friend for trying to get with your mom behind your back?” He didn’t answer, but she could read his face. He didn’t want to give her any reaction, but he was pissed at his friend.

“Want revenge on him? Just say the word, and I’ll hurt him even more. It’s what he deserves, right?”

Malcolm coughed out a laugh. “You...you really think my best friend is going to ask you to hurt me more? After what you did to him?”

“Do it. Squeeze him harder.” Robert’s voice trembled with rage. “Squeeze as hard as you can. Don’t castrate him, but make it hurt.”

Malcolm’s eyes widened, but he didn’t have time to react to his friend’s words before she clenched her hand shut. His ball compressed in her grasp, and she briefly felt it bulge fleshily between her fingers before squirting out, shooting over to the stitched-up side of his sack. She growled in frustration, and tugged Malcolm’s slippery organ down to the bottom of his sack before squeezing it painfully against his scrotum. Normally she’d use one hand to pull his junk down and another to do the actually painful squeezing. Of course, normally she had twice as much junk to deal with.

Suddenly, Monique felt something wet on the back of her hand.

What the…

Malcolm’s cock was tenting his shorts even harder. A dark spot had formed at his cocktip, and even as she watched, more precum oozed out and dripped onto her hand.

“Are...are you enjoying this, Malcolm?” She asked seductively, pinching his nut hard between her thumb and forefinger.

His cock jumped, twitching against his tented shorts. More globs of precum dripped down onto her hand.

“Do you…like having your ball hurt?” She knew there had to be boys into this kind of thing somewhere (after all, someone had to be volunteering for all those videos), but she figured losing a nut would make a guy lose that fetish real quick.

“I...I don’t understand. When she was squeezing...when she squeezed my ball inside out-” He jammed his eyes shut. “I...I came. I came more than I ever had in my life. The doctor said it was normal, that that kind of thing happens pretty often when a testicle…implodes, but now... When I’m alone, I can’t stop thinking about that day...At first it was nightmares, but then I started…” He took a deep breath, staring hollowly ahead.

“Started...?” Monique pulled down harder on his ball, and he jerked forward gasping.

“I started cumming in my sleep. I...I had wet dreams about her crushing my ball. Fuck, I had one last night. I soaked all the way through my comforter. I can’t even jack off anymore without thinking about that day. I started...started watching these videos online, and there’s this one where these girls pop this guy’s last nut, and I know it’s so fucked up, but…” He trailed off.

Monique couldn’t resist anymore. This was so hot, she needed her hand between her legs. She was so wet she was practically sliding off the seat. But she couldn’t let Robert go without him jumping in to help his friend. Luckily, she’d had enough experience to know how to disable a boy in this situation.

She twisted Robert’s last ball around, once, twice, three times. Each revolution brought his keening up another octave, and his slack nutcords tightened together like fleshy yarn, then resisted her torquing. After the fourth turn she could barely keep hold of his ball without it untwisting itself back, and Robert was starting to hyperventilate.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck you’re going to twist it OFF-”

She wrenched her hand another half turn.

Snap-POP.

Something gave way in his sack, like a snapped rubber band. Robert finally passed out.

Oh shit, did I just…

She fondled him carefully, searching for broken nutcords. But her fingers just found that same taut ropiness keeping the testicle tethered to its owner, albeit a bit frayed. Whatever she’d snapped inside his ballsack, it didn’t seem like his ball had completely disconnected. Although something had certainly broken in those twisted cords, most likely permanently, he wasn’t totally castrated yet. Phew. She fingered the twisted bundle she had created, tucking his ball expertly into the knot so it wouldn’t untangle itself. The pain would leave him unconscious for the rest of the bus ride, but as long as he got to the ER in the next two hours the lack of circulation shouldn’t totally kill his nut.

Probably. There was still a chance it’d die from lack of circulation, and he’d have to get it cut out before the end of day, and just end up a sexless, nutless eunuch…Mmf. Another flush of warmth colored her cheeks, and she felt wetness start to slick her thighs through her saturated panties.

“Did...did you just TWIST HIS BALLS OFF?!” Malcolm frantically tried to squirm free, and his nut almost slipped from her grasp. She had been so concentrated on Robert’s torture she’d accidentally eased up on his friend.

Whoops. Can’t enjoy this for too long. Two victims at once was hot as hell, but logistically difficult. She readjusted her grip on Malcolm, squeezing his nut tighter against his scrotum, and locked eyes with him as he whimpered in pain.

“Yes,” she lied.

It had the intended effect. He started taking quick, shallow breaths, and his gaze shifted to his friend’s crotch. From a distance, it was hard to see that there was anything still attached healthily in there.

Monique pulled her panties aside and slipped her hand beneath her skirt, trying to evade notice from Malcolm.

FUCK YES. FINALLY.

She curled her middle finger upwards inside her and she pressed her thumb into her sensitive little love button above. Biting her lip did little to quiet her moans. She really needed to learn how to control her volume when she came. Monique wished she was at home, splayed out on her bed with her dildo, but...well, any port in a storm. 

She channeled all those icy bitches she rubbed herself off to, girl-next-door types talking casually about how many sex lives they ended. He seriously thought she had just castrated his friend. For a boy like Malcolm, this was a fantasy come true. If she could be as convincing as one of those video dommes...

“I-haaAH-I castrated him, Malcolm. It’s what you’ve been fantasizing about, right? Having your last nut -mmF- squish in my hand, like a water balloon, just POP into useless mush that the doctors have to- ooooHHH!”

Of course, those girls were a bit more convincing. She couldn’t get the enunciation quite right, and her voice broke with each wave of pleasure. Those dommes never had to deal with riding the most glorious female edge of their lives. But Malcolm wasn’t in a particularly discerning headspace, and her performance was apparently convincing enough.

“How...how could you do something like that to him? He’ll...he’ll never have kids, or be able to have sex, or...or even get hard, and you...you just did it for fun! As a prank! You...you ruined his life for-hnnnGGH!”

He curled forward. But this time, Monique hadn’t increased his pressure. She was still holding tight, but he shouldn’t be in this much pain yet-

More warm wetness coated the back of her hand. Slick, and lumpy, unlike the thin precum that had been streaming down the underside of his cock. Had he just…

“...Did you just cum, Malcolm?”

He shuddered. “I think…you squeezed me so hard that you...you forced it out of me.  Oh god, that’s what she did before it...before she broke it, oh fuck...”

“Either that, or...this is your deepest fantasy playing out in real life, and it’s so hot for you, you just squirted a little. Isn’t that what really happened? Isn’t this what you want, Malcolm? Don’t you want to spurt your final load while I castrate you?”

He blinked slowly. “You’re...you’re really going to pop it, aren’t you?”

She nodded slowly, and squirmed at the sweet friction she provided between her thighs. She was starting to hit that critical point of no return. “AaAAHH...Since you’re going to lose it anyway, you may as well pump one last load out, right?”

He stared at her blankly.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to. Come on, don’t you want to spurt one last time, eke out one last hurrah for your sex life?”

He moved slowly, his hands shakily wrapping around his cock and finally pulling it out of his pants. It bent oddly left, like it had been broken. Monique gasped. “Did...did she snap your cock too?”

“No,” he said, and despite his pain, his lips curled up into a wry smile. “It...it’s just always been like that. One side grew out faster than the other during puberty, is how the doctor put it. Something to do with my body producing too much testosterone.” From the size of his remaining organ, Monique believed it.

As she pressed her thumb in painfully deeper, his pumping sped up, and she felt the familiar tug of a boy preparing to let loose. His nut rearranged itself like a water balloon beneath her pressure. Monique wondered how badly this last healthy testicle was already injured. He’d likely have to go to her mom’s clinic no matter what, and that thought made her pussy tingle even more. The physicians there were not known for their comforting bedside manner.

“I didn’t just castrate him for a prank, by the way.” A half-lie, really. If she did castrate Robert, it certainly wouldn’t be for laughs.

He started to moan, a falsetto keening as he bucked against his own hand hard. Monique started her own convulsions, and her vision filled with spots. She struggled to keep hold of the slippery organ, the mass slipping away from under her hand as she pinched against it hard, trying to stop the geyser of cum he was about to spray.

POP.

Oh shit, did she just-

Poppoppoppoppop-

What the hell? Something between his legs sounded like Velcro ripping apart.

She pressed inside herself, deep between her pussylips, finally spreading her legs apart to get that perfect angle against her g-spot. Malcolm’s eyes widened at the sight of her dark pussylips. She knew from his story that this wasn’t the first time seeing one in real life, but hers probably blew the middle-aged mom’s out of the water. His eyes rolled up into his head as he started to gasp.

Monique finally pushed herself over the edge.

Normally she didn’t like showing her O-face to boys, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from his face. He stared back at her, his expression a mirror of her own slack jaw and fluttering eyelids. No more dominatrix-next-door. No more icy bitch facade. Now she was just a kinky-haired black girl cumming hard between her two new eunuchs, the one on her right still pumping a hand around his rock-hard, but ominously bent member, shuddering as he pushed himself over and-

SPLURT.

His first shot hit the window next to Robert on her left and landed with a wet splish across all three of their laps. Stripe after stripe of gooey cum coated Robert’s jeans and her chocolaty thighs, his last genetic material oh so close, tantalizingly close to her own fertile pussy, inches away from its goal, dying slowly on her legs instead of shooting up inside her delicious pinkness.

Holy FUCK-

Another orgasmic jolt sent her spasming. She squeezed her hands around what she expected was pulp, the remains of her newfound but short-lived ballbusting partner liquified into sterility. But her hand wrapped around something...strange.

His sack was totally empty. Had she pushed it up into him somehow, or…

Oh god.

She’d fantasized about it, but she never thought this was actually possible...

Two weeks hadn’t been long enough for his scar to fully heal. It was still regrowing, and she’d torn the stitches apart. Below, on fleshy little cord, hung…

His testicle. His honest-to-god testicle was hanging loosely outside its thin protective totebag, popped stitches rimming the tear in his ballsack. It was opaque, with tiny blue wormlike veins squiggling up in parallel from the bottom, the back coated in a second layer of flesh (the epididymis, if those medical stories she’d jilled off to were accurate). Still attached, still unruptured, just...misplaced. On the side of the teste, a dark purple shadow had formed, in the exact place she had been digging her thumb in. Monique had a feeling that wasn’t ever going to fully heal up properly. 

And it was so painfully sensitive-

Hnnngh!...She shuddered through a third mini-climax, her clit finally burning with overstimulation. She was so sensitive now. She wanted to rub herself silly for hours to these two damaged boys.

Malcolm was barely conscious, but his ball still dutifully pumped the remainder of his semen through his dickhole, his cock oozing steadily. The thing jerked up and down with each ooze. Of course she’d seen a boy’s ball draw up as he came before, but watching the whole process in perfect detail, his organ totally unprotected, was something she thought she’d only dream of.

“Well...Congratulations, Malcolm! You’re still a man.”

He sputtered gutturally. “Fuck you, Monique. Fuck you for...castrating us.” He tried to bring his legs together in that classic hurt-boy curl up, but immediately squawked in pain and spread them apart again. Apparently, even the slight pressure from his thighs was painful.

“No, I mean it! Check for yourself.” She guided his hands between his legs, where his fat white plum hung. Comprehension dawned as his hands made contact with the slippery thing, and he recoiled in pain, the poor boy clearly too sensitive to even handle a brush against his damaged, exposed-

“You...you ripped my ball out! It’s...I need an ambulance, oh fuck it doesn’t feel right-”

Monique shuddered again, toes curling. She’d never had this many orgasms in a row.

But she needed to stop fantasizing for a moment. The bus was coming to their stop, and these boys did need some serious medical attention.

“Malcolm...Malcolm, calm down. Call 911 and tell them you’ve got a testicular injury, right away. They’ll route you to my mom’s clinic and you can get everything patched up ASAP. If you get you and your little eskimo brother to the hospital in time, you have a chance of keeping your entire manhood intact. Er...At least, what’s left of it.” She grimaced. “You...you really need to hurry though. I twisted Robert’s nut up good.”

Malcolm whimpered, but finally took out his phone. Monique turned to the other potential client for her mom and tried to bring him back from his nap.

“Robert? Robert, you need to wake up now, sweetie. Clock’s ticking if you wanna have kids.”

He groaned in pain, but his eyes were still rolled back into his head, and he leaned against the cum-slick window slack-jawed. Monique scooped a stringy lump of Malcolm’s cum and shoved her fingers into the comatose boy’s mouth.

No amount of pain could keep him asleep through that. Robert sputtered awake, choking on the bitter stuff as Monique jammed her fingers down his throat, forcing him to swallow.

“Malcolm’s already calling the ambulance for you. You should be ok, but...try your best not to jostle anything down there. I know you probably want to unravel it, but there’s a good chance you’ll make things more tangled, and then you’ll definitely end up neutered. Just keep calm and stay awake for the doctors, ok?”

She pushed herself over Malcolm, smiling down at him as he leaned back, eyes totally closed in pain, trying to catch his breath.

“See you later, boys.”

And she did mean that. This bus ride had given her a taste of a fantasy she’d never explored before. Two different balls, two complete sex lives in her hand, staying functional only at her will. The info she’d squeezed out of her two ‘volunteers’ had inspired a plan. She’d have to be bold, bolder and dommer (more dominating? Is that the right word? Okay there’s no way real dommes worry about THAT) than she’d ever fronted before, but if she pulled this off...Fuck, ANYTHING would be worth that. She squinted at the driver’s license she’d slipped out of Robert’s wallet, then punched the address into Uber.

It looked like there was a new ballbuster in town, but Monique had a feeling she was more experienced than any of the girls at school. And with what Monique knew about her, she would be able to organize the ballbusting event of her life. Her stomach churned with anxiety as she started planning what she would say to Melody.

Chapter 6: Monique vs. Melody

DING DONG.

Had Robert left his backpack at home again? She swore he had it on the way out, but that boy could be so forgetful sometimes.

Melody opened the door, and her breath caught in her throat. Her son’s half-castratrix stood there.

“Hi, Ms...uh, Robert’s mom. I think we need to talk about your son.” Monique gestured inside. “Can I come in?”

“Get the hell off my property. He’s not here.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” Monique cocked her head. “I could leave, if you really want. Head back to school. I think I’ve supposed to be in math in a few minutes.” She winked coyly. “I sit right next to James.”

Melody swallowed her anger. The implication wasn’t lost on her: If she sent Monique back to school, her son wouldn’t be a man by the end of the class period.

“Please, can I come in? I really think you’re going to want to hear this.”

Melody begrudgingly moved out of the way, and Monique stepped inside.

“If you lay a hand on him, I swear I will end you. Or a knee, or a foot, or...whatever.”

“You sure are familiar with all the ways to hurt a boy, aren’t you?” Monique asked softly.

“Young lady, I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but-”

“You popped Malcolm’s nut, didn’t you?”

Melody went silent. How did she know? She was sure the boy wouldn’t tell anyone about something, not voluntarily. Monique must’ve tortured the story of his lost testicle out of him. Of course.

After all, that’s what she would’ve done in high school if she saw a boy walking around obviously half-neutered. She should’ve known better. Stupid.

“And I assume you don’t want the whole PTA, and the rest of the town, knowing what you like to do to boys, right? Hell, I bet Malcolm isn’t even your first one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Melody muttered.

“Look, I don’t need to ruin your life like that. You should know I just need one thing,” Monique said. “I NEED to see a guy actually...finished. I’ve fantasized about it for so long. Watching a boy lose his final ball, and turn all the way from a he into an...it...” The curvy black girl blushed. “Fuck, just talking about it is driving me crazy.”

Melody tried not to imagine the brutal scene too carefully, for fear of blushing herself. “You’re sick.”

“If I could just see a boy actually get...popped, like all the way, I’ll...I’ll finally be over it. I’ll record it, and whenever I get the urge to hurt boys down there, I’ll just watch the tape. It’s all I need. Just one nutted boy and I’ll kick the habit forever. Er, no pun intended.”

“No.” Melody stood up firmly. “He’s my son. You...you can’t ‘nut’ him. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

“I didn’t say it would be your son.” Monique grinned.

“And I didn’t say I would be the one to do it.”

---

Malcolm looked down at his phone and gasped. The message was from an unknown number, but the sender was obvious.

“sorry about last time 😢 If your other 🌰 still works Id really like to apologize ;) Come over asap? I want to find out if i can deepthroat u :D” If the message wasn’t enough to send his cock throbbing, the attached ppic was. Melody was leaned over her bathroom sink wearing nothing but a smile. She held her plump breasts up like two prize pumpkins, pink areolae poking out perkily.

He knew there was a chance she was telling the truth, but after last time...He tried not to focus on the newfound lack between his legs. His sexual capabilities hadn’t diminished since losing leftie, but he still couldn’t help but feel like half a man. And if she was trying to trap him again…Stitches pinched the back of his sack, just recently remended after the incident on the bus this morning.

He just couldn’t risk it.

No matter how hot she was. No matter how hard he had suddenly become. Still, his hormone-addled mind couldn’t help but be optimistic. Maybe this time was different…

He shook his head. He was too horny to think rationally. If he just popped off to the bathroom real quick and rubbed one out, he could clear his head. He needed to be rational here. No way he was going to be tricked into getting castrated from one nude pic.

Another pic arrived. She was bent over in front of the mirror this time, peaking back behind her legs, taking a picture in the mirror. Her hand was between her legs, spreading her hair pussy just wide enough apart for him to see the pinkness inside.

Come over here, please. As soon as u can.

God DAMN it.

Malcolm grabbed his keys.

---

“Mom, I’m home!” Robert strode in, his nut still aching faintly from Monique’s torment this morning but in otherwise good spirits. She had been mercifully absent from math class. In fact,

he hadn’t seen Monique all day.

“Come in here, Robert.” Her voice was weirdly flat, like she was reading a script. He tossed his backpack on the table and walked into his mom’s bedroom.

“What’s up, Mom?” He stopped in his tracks. Malcolm was naked on the floor.

“I’m sorry for this, Robert.” She grimaced. “I promise, this was the only way. She’ll leave you alone after this.”

The door closed behind him, and his eyes went wide.

“Mmff!”

Monique grunted as her knee slammed up between his legs with so much force her kneecap almost met his pelvic bone. He tried to fall, but his mom rushed forward and spun him around, holding him up by the armpits and keeping his legs spread. 

“Mom…why?” he croaked as the pain started to set it. 

“I know it hurts, and I know...I know Malcolm doesn’t deserve this, but I...I really don’t want her to kick you anymore. I want a son, not a nutless freak.”

“What - GUH!”- He squirmed to avoid Monique’s knee, and failed - “What are you talking about?”

“The deal is, Robbie, only one of you is getting out of here with anything functional between your legs.” His mom finally let him go as Melody punctuated her last word with a sharp knee. Robert fell down gasping. “I’m going to be in charge of yours, and you mom is going to work on Malcolm’s. First one to pop is out. So the question is...Am I the better ballbuster, or is she?”

His jaw dropped. His mom wasn’t exactly the most gentle with a pair of nuts, and he recalled how receptive she had been to the idea of having him castrated, back at the hospital… but Monique was a true expert, and she already had taken his left ball. Pitted against her, there was no way his mom would win. The fate of his sex life was sealed.

Monique slammed her knee into his groin, sending him folding limply to the floor.

“Don’t worry, Robbie. I know you won’t believe this, but I’m kind of an expert at this.” His mom sounded faraway, the pain distorting his perception.“Like I said, I...did some pretty mean things back in the day. You probably don’t want to hear this, but your mom really knows her way around, and inside, those little organs between a boys’ legs.”  Through watering eyes, he saw her smile sadly. She turned around and sat on Malcolm’s face, prying his clenched thighs apart. Then she scooped up the veiny orb nestled between his legs, placed it between her palms and laced her fingers together. Robert saw his friend tremble beneath her.

“It’s going to hurt him pretty bad, but I’ll try to pop his nut as fast as I can. Trust me, there’s no way she’ll finish yours first. Just, uh...try to...try to last as long as you can.” Like he had any control over the structural integrity of his testicle.

Melody squeezed the heels of her palms together together, and the bulge of flesh belonging to his friend rapidly compressed to a fraction of its original width. Robert swore he heard her moan. Then another merciless blow hit him between his legs, and the only thing he could hear was his own piercing squeal.

--

Melody bit her lip as she ground her pussy against Malcolm’s face. She hated what she had to do, but she hated more how much she loved it. She hated how aware she was of what the thing between her palms represented, every drop of cum and hormones Malcolm would ever produce stuffed into this one veiny, sensitive organ. And she was going to take it from him, permanently. She was going to be the cause of a major lifestyle shift in this kid, all because she didn’t want her own son to suffer the same humiliating fate. She stifled a little moan.

Beneath her, she felt a probing warmth beneath her and gasped. Malcolm was doing his best to pleasure her. Surprisingly, he wasn’t half bad; he’d certainly improved since the last time she sat on his face. His tongue probed gently at first, then rhythmically along her clit, sending her gasping. She bucked upward, putting more pressure onto the flattening pink orb between her hands. Malcolm took a deep breath.

She sat back down before she could hear his screams. “I’m so sorry, Malcolm.” She held back tears even as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand through her orgasms, but Melody knew she needed to keep the pressure even across the surface of his scrotum to maximizing the damage she caused. Ideally, she would finish her gruesome task as quickly as possible. No matter how much she wanted to drag it out…

Beneath her, the boy was still trying to talk, while doing his best to eat her out. Something shifted between her palms. Crunch. Malcolm’s legs twitched like a frog and his muffled words became a long pleasantly vibrating shriek.

Oh fuck. That was too much. It had been too long since she’d felt that little movement, the irreproducible feeling of pure manhood giving beneath her strength. The small noise that meant her victim would never be same. And his scream vibrated into her clit just right...

She bucked off of him involuntarily, trying to keep her climax too quiet for her son to hear. She tried to focus her efforts on the orb between her hands. Malcolm gasped for breath. She could almost make out his words.

“-Pop me!” he sobbed.

Melody almost came, again. Had he really said that? No, that must be her fantasy…

“Pop me, please! Just finish it.”

She looked down at the boy, shocked. When she had a boys last ball in her grasp, they did tend to babble deliriously. Did he really just beg for it?

“...What?”

“Mrs. Robinson, please...” His voice cracked adorably. “Ever since you took my first one, it’s all I can think about. I...I want you to take my other ball.” He swallowed hard.

She stared down at him dumbly. “You mean it? You’d never be able to, um…” She let up her pressure momentarily, until she heard a muffled squeal from the other side of the room. Monique must have landed a solid hit on Robert. She squeezed her palms back together.

Malcolm gasped. “I know.” He squeezed his eyes shut, holding back tears. “But even if she pops his nut first, she...she won’t leave me alone at school. She’ll get it eventually.” Melody nodded sadly. “And if anyone’s going to castrate me…”- his voice cracked, and her heart almost exploded- “I want it to be you.” He smiled weakly. Hearing the boy beg for his own castration was too much. He sounded so goddamn cute.

“Oh Malcolm...Thank you. Thank you for saving Robert.”

He shuddered. “I’m not doing it for that asshole. Please, just...make it quick.”

She desperately wanted to ignore that plea. Melody had never had a willing victim at her disposal before, and she wanted to enjoy herself, drag out his castration, experiment with all the new forms of damage she could cause when her boy wasn’t struggling. But a muffled squeal from her son on the other side of the room snapped her back. She needed to win this race.

Melody redoubled her efforts, leaning back onto his face to muffle his screams. Still, the poor soon-to-be-eunuch did his best. Popping his first nut had been fun, but by GOD she’d needed something between her legs. She smiled, then gasped at the shuddering warmth of her second climax.

---

“Looks like your mom is enjoying herself, at least.”

Robert tried to ignore her. He tried to focus on blocking, on defending himself from the pain.

WHUMP.

He failed. Another knee crushed his tender nuts up into him for what felt like the millionth time. He tried to crumple to the floor, but Monique held him up. God, she was strong.

“No last words as a man, Robert?”

WHUMP. WHUMP. His fingers crumpled uselessly beneath her ebony kneecap. Burning pain crawled up his belly, then his throat.

“Do you know why I chose you, Robert?” Monique said quietly.

WHUMP.

Robert didn’t respond. He could barely hear her, through the miasma of pain; speaking was out of the question entirely.

“Because I think you’re kind of cute.”

As much as this hurt, if he could just hold out longer than…wait, what?

“When you’re all bent over like that, clutching your ball…it’s just so goddamn adorable.”

“If you like me, then why…”

WHUMP.

“Why are you doing this?”

Across the room, he saw Malcolm’s nut peeking out from between his mom’s palms. He tried to ignore the sounds and motions she was making and just focus on his former friend’s manhood, seemingly only half an inch wide. If he could just last longer than that…

WHUMP.

“Oh, I certainly don’t like you. I just love the way you look when I hurt you.”

His knees buckled, and Robert almost fell. Monique held him halfway up, his face cushioned into her ample boobs as he sagged against her. She smelled like perfume and musk, and for the first time he noticed she was flushed and sweaty. He tried to squeeze his legs together, but she prodded them apart with her foot. Then she swung her black high heel back and slammed it into his nut with a sickening crunch. He flailed, and she finally dropped him, letting him curl up into a crumpled heap.

She stood in front of him. “I know it’s fucked up. But, a girl can’t help what she likes.” A toe gently prodded his knees apart.

“This angle’s a lot better.” She cooed. “Now, are you ready to lose it, loser?”

He shook his head desperately, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.

“I know you’re not. There’s no  way to be ready for this. It’s going to be a big change in your life. I just wanted you to know...when you’re old, and nutless, and lying in bed, hand between your legs, trying to jerk your limp little dick, bitter that you never lost your virginity...I want you to know that at least you made one girl really happy, for life. I’m getting this all on camera, Robert. And I’ll never forget it.”

WHUMP.  WHUMP. 

Each pointy-toed kick felt like a railroad spike slamming through his nut..

Robert’s eyes rolled back and the world spun away.

---

“AAAAAHHHHHHhaah~!”

Melody moaned as Malcolm licked her over the edge yet again. She dug her thumbs hard into the back of his ball, driving them deep into the ropy tissue. Malcolm screamed, and she clenched even harder.

“I know this part really hurts, Malcolm. I’m sorry, but this is the fastest way.”

Beneath her, she felt his nose prod against her clit as he nodded in resignation, his leg quivering.

“Plmmmf..mmk id qui..,” he said, muffled.

“I will sweety,” she promised. “We’re almost through the hard part. Once I break this little piece, I can just press inside and...and finish.” The orb started to quiver ominously, and she pushed in harder. She’d done it so many times before, in high school, in college, in her early twenties...and god, she’d missed it. Not just popped a nut, but popping a last nut.  She shuddered again, and felt herself grow wetter. How could she have given this up for so long? Of course no boy deserved this, but….fuck, she needed to neuter him.

Oh, plus she still wanted grandkids, and from the sounds coming from the other side of the room, Monique was getting close to ending that possibility. Melody was horrified at the twinge of jealousy she felt for the high school girl. 

She couldn’t think about that. She refocused on the task in hand. “It’s...it’s getting close.” She said, shuddering. “I’m sorry, Malcolm. I...I know you probably haven’t had a chance to lose your virginity.” She blinked back tears. “God, Your cock is so nice. Of all the boys to lose their balls…”

“I just wish...I wish I’d had a chance. With you, Mrs. Robinson. If we could’ve...could’ve fucked once, losing them both wouldn’t be so bad.”

Melody choked up, trying to ignore his words. No matter what, this nut had to go. And she might be crying, but she could feel another climax building up as something tore free inside his nearly-broken testicle.

The pop was so quiet she barely heard it.

---

THUMP.

Robert came to as Monique’s black leather heel stomped his grape flat against the floor. While he was blacked out, she’d stripped him naked beneath the waist. Before he could catch his breath, she rocketed another sharp heel down between his legs. His ball flattened with a wet splat, and the pain blinded him.

“That didn’t sound good. You wanna say goodbye to your little friend?”

She raised her knee up high and sent a third sharp heel into his battered plum.

“He’s been with you awhile, but you’re losing him now. Say bye-bye. No more cumming. No more jerking off.” 

Splat.

“No more of this either, though. That’s a relief, right?”

Splat

“You’ll never get kicked in the nuts again. You’ve got to be looking forward to that.”

Splat

He would never admit it, but he was. After today, he’d never be keeled over in the fetal position again. He’d never have to feel that nauseating, stomach-clenching pain that came with even the slightest hit between his legs.

And he’d never have sex.

He fought to stand up, but any movement sent him spasming in pain. She hadn’t even tied him up; his injured ball was his own prison. It was pinned beneath her toe, and she’d started to lean forward.

“Say goodbye, Robert. I mean it. I...I want to hear you say it.” Her voice was wavery as she slid her hand beneath her skirt. He felt bizarrely proud of being the one responsible for her arousal. Even if it meant...this.

He looked sadly at his fruit pancaked beneath her shoe. “Goodbye, ball.”

She shifted her weight and-

SQUELCH.

---

“NO!”

Melody screamed out as the bitch abruptly sank down on top of Robert’s nut. The crunching wet sound of a ruptured gonad was unmistakable. Her son’s head lolled back, and his eyes blank.

To her credit, she let go of Malcolm as soon as she realized she’d lost. It took every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from pushing him just a tiny bit more, just past the point of no return, but she managed. But seeing her own son’s last ball popped was too much for her. She leaned back, rubbing her twitching clit over Malcolm’s eager tongue, moaning with pleasure. Monique watched, fascinated, while Robert stared on with a look of horror.

“M...Mom! Help! She…”

“Shut...UP!” Melody yelled through clenched teeth, trying to focus on her orgasm.

His jaw dropped.

Melody knew she should be crying. Robert had just lost the rest of his manhood. But all she could feel was jealous rage at the denial of her chance at Malcolm’s nut. She was so close to finishing a boy off for the first time in fifteen fucking years, and her prick of a son couldn’t hold out for five more seconds?

She slammed another fist into Malcolm’s lone jewel, eliciting a shrill squawk. How could she be mad at Monique? She’d done the same to so many boys. When you’ve got him in just the right position, those two little lumps at the breaking point, and he’s looking up at you desperately with his face all screwed up, trying to beg for mercy but he can’t even breathe through the pain between his legs...Fuck, what girl can resist that?

“Your little nut wasn’t strong enough to let me finish?!” Melody growled. “You couldn’t take one…”

Robert blubbered wordlessly. Above him, Monique’s jaw dropped, then a small smile crept over her face.

“More…”

Another punch sent Malcolm mewling. The boy’s tongue worked madly at her clit.

“HIT!?” God, she wanted to pop a nut. Her blow hammered Malcolm’s hard enough to make him squeal, but it stayed stubbornly intact.

“Don’t worry, Miss...I think something’s still solid down there.” Monique said. She lifted one of her legs up, balancing all of her weight on a single foot. Beneath her shiny black sole, Robert’s manhood was a lumpy pink balloon, but there were some solid-looking bulges still inside. Monique had definitely won the race, but if they got to the hospital fast enough they could…

The black girl pivoted sharply on her toe, and with a gristly squick her son’s scrotum flattened completely. Robert jerked back, his head lolling to one side, and finally passed out. She ground her heel down like she was putting out a cigarette. Her son twitched with each twist.

“There we go. He’s finished now.” She purred, raising one eyebrow at Melody. Beneath her plaid skirt, her hand squirmed away tellingly. Gasping, she continued, “Mmmmff...Aaaaahhh~...are you?” 

Melody ground down, shuddering, onto Malcolm’s face, past the point of caring about her dignity. She couldn’t hide it anymore. Her son, Malcolm, Monique...they all knew what she really wanted. Her eunuch son twitched and moaned, the flattened mush of his balls puddling out between his legs. He was still mercilessly, horribly awake, horribly aware of what Monique had just done to him. His sensitive low-hangers were now so much inert mush...Below her, Malcolm’s cock bobbed oh so temptingly. Had she really been trying to remove its gusto? It was almost a relief she hadn’t been strong enough to feel that pop. She slid down his chest and stood up a bit, squatting over the turgid, bent member. On the other side of the room, Robert was hunched over holding his crotch and babbling for a doctor, but his eyes went wide and his words cut off when he saw what she was doing.

“Mommy’s got her priorities, Robert. You can wait a little longer. It’s not like you’re getting any more neutered.” She lowered herself slowly, and beneath her Malcolm bucked up eagerly as she took his virginity in front of her son.

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“She’s right, you know. At least things aren’t going to get worse down there. The really harsh part’s done with.”

Robert was bent over in the fetal position, clutching both of his hands between his legs despite the agony it caused. Somehow, he needed to feel it for himself to believe it had happened. But between the pain and the sound, he already knew the truth.

He’d had a ball popped. Again. Somehow, it felt so, so much worse this time. Maybe it was Monique twirling on top of it that drove the agony of a shattered nut from “excruciating” to “mind-destroying”. Or maybe it was the knowledge of how much more significant this loss was.

“There is one...last thing, though. See, I’ve seen my mom operate on a lot of guys in your position. There is this...reaction that can happen, right after you lose them. Your body kind of gives a final sexual hurrah, like a last attempt to impregnate anyone who might be in around. I’ve seen patients do it in the operating room when my mom preps them for surgery. Let’s see if you’re up for it.”

Monique squatted down next to him and slid her own hands between his legs. One of them cupped his own, around his sack, and the other wrapped around his surprisingly erect cock.

“Oh, yes. Lucky you.”  Her right hand started to pump him slowly. Her other hand closed around his, which closed around...himself. Liquified him squeezed between his own fingers.

“And with such a show, too. You’re really going to enjoy this.” Across the room, his mom was riding Malcolm like a bronco, her legs spread wide to give him a perfect view. Monique’s hand glided over his glans in time with his mom’s rhythm, each stroke slamming wetly into his ruined manhood, yet still bringing him closer and closer to the sweet edge of release.

“I bet you’re jealous of him, aren’t you?”

“No.” He rasped through gritted teeth. The sloshing in his sack was unbelievably painful, but he was too weak to pry her hands off.

“You don’t have to lie, it’d be weird if you weren’t at least a little jealous. He’s still got one of his balls, after all. But it’s not just that, is it? That’s not the only thing you’re jealous of, I know it. It’s ok, you can admit it.”

“…No.” he almost whispered, not even convincing himself.

“Just focus on her. She’s pretty, isn’t she? Could use a shave down there, but some guys like it a little hairy. Plus, she looks pretty tight, for an older lady, and her boobs...well, I hope I age that well.”

Robert’s cock twitched enthusiastically in her hand. On top of Malcolm, his mom bounced up and down, her mouth half-open in an ecstatic smile, her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, only occasionally flicking over to him. Not even making eye contact with him, but just looking between his legs, like she needed to drink in the sight of his ruined ballsack. Between his legs, Monique pumped away, business like. None of the passion or pleasure or love his mom was showing to Malcolm. Just a final draining before he lost his own passion forever.

But it was enough. Something drew up in him, the familiar contraction welling up beneath his cock, and finally-

“HnggghhHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHH!!!”

Robert bucked and screamed as he came for the last time. Torn cords pulled on shattered organs, twisting and clawing at his gut with agony almost as bad as the actual pop. Dribbles of pinkish white beaded up at his slit and were sent flying in a sticky spray as Monique quickened her pace, her grip painfully tight around his shaft. Her other hand compressed around his hand and his sack, and he felt something solid push itself out through his dickhole. Across the room, his mom started to tremble, a sign he was now aware indicated she was about to come to another noisy orgasm. Beneath her, Malcolm’s droopy sack contracted as his body drew his ball up closer to him.

Robert wished he could’ve felt what his friend was experiencing, feeling the warmth of a woman wrapped around his cock as she rode him for her own pleasure. Even more so, more than he ever wanted to admit it, he wanted the warmth of that woman. Monique pulled hard down, her hand abrasively squeezing the remains of his manhood out of him. Finally, his vision went mercifully dark.

EPILOGUE

Melody fidgeted nervously in the hospital waiting room, staring at the clock. Her son’s surgery had gone on past midnight, and it was empty besides herself and Malcolm. The nurse had given the one-nutted boy some painkillers and an ice pack before rushing her son off to the operating room. His gonad was massively swollen and black and blue with blotches, but the doctors said he would likely make a fully recovery. He was certainly sexually functional now; her own raw cunt could attest to that. They’d fucked for hours before she called the ambulance for her son. 

“Are they almost done in there?” Malcolm asked.

She sighed. This was far from her first time waiting for a boy to finish having a ball cut out. “This kind of operation can take a while. Especially if his testicle was in really bad shape. And the way she stomped and twisted...It didn’t look good. Plus, we took so long getting here.” She shook her head sadly. Logically, she knew she should’ve called earlier; leaving her son sobbing with a sack full of mush between his legs while she got the fuck of her life was hardly parent of the year behavior. But Malcolm’s cock had been so tempting, and when all eight curvy inches had thrust inside of her, rational thought had fled. A mother could only sacrifice so much for her son.

He grinned. “Well, that’s not really all on me.”

She couldn’t help but smile back. “Don't let it go to your head. You’ve got a nice cock, but can use some work on your technique.”

“You didn’t seem to have any complaints earlier. But, sure. I can use some practice.” He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. “The room is empty, you know…”

She slapped him playfully between the legs. He hunched over, eyes watering, bravado evaporated. Belatedly, she remembered the doctor’s warning about how extremely sensitive and fragile his ball would be for the next couple weeks. She had been so close to flattening it completely.

Oh well. No more convenient place to pop a nut than a hospital.

“Don’t get cocky, kid. I can still finish what I started.” She left her hand between his legs and gave him a loving tweak.

“Yes, ma’am.” He warbled. Above her hand, his cock stirred to life.

Oh. Right. He was one of those guys. Well, that would make him more amenable to her proposal. God, he was cute.

“Although...we could have an, arrangement. Of sorts.” He looked up at her hopefully. “I need balls to bust. But I can’t lure in guys from class or the club anymore, not like I used to. I need someone around on a slightly more...permanent basis.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“Oh, like you don’t enjoy this.” Another slap sent him wheezing. “Well, I’m not one of those girls who wants to, ya know, ‘deny’ you.”

“Obviously not.” Another slap, another wheeze.

“So if you become my ballbusting slave, I could maybe see myself to throwing you a fuck every now and then.”

“Ms. Robinson...are you asking me to be your friend with benefits?”

“I don’t know what you kids call it these days. And I’m not going to be exclusive; I still need to actually feel a pop every now and then, so I’m going to need other men too.”

“To fuck, or to…?” He looked crestfallen.

“Don’t worry. If you can match today’s performance regularly, you can stay the only boy to make it inside me.” He let out a sigh of relief. “But I need their balls to bust. Hard. You know that, Malcolm. That is one department you are...lacking in.”

“And who’s fault is that?” he grumbled.

“Mine.” She met his gaze as she slapped him again. “I took your first nut, Malcolm. And don’t ever forget it.”

He coughed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Fine. Just, if you do, uh...pop another boy…” He blushed sheepishly. “Can I watch?”

She smiled. This was going to be a lot of fun.

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Robert shivered in the stirrups, wishing the nurse had left him more than the thin hospital gown. The local anesthetic was wearing off, and a deep soreness started to creep up from his crotch. He gritted his teeth and tried to avoid the temptation to look between his legs; He knew he wouldn’t be happy with what he’d see. A small set of stitches tracked across the lower right side of his belly.

The door swung open, and a very unwelcome visitor strode in.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told you, my mom runs the place. How’re you doing?” Monique walked over to him and flicked her eyes downward to his crotch, then smiled satisfiedly. “At least they didn’t have to cut your scrotum open. That’s nice! That incision always leaves a nasty scar.”

“Go away. Please.”

“I’ve seen the procedure you got. They make a little slit up here, stick this tiny tube down, and just kind of...vacuum it all up. They can only do that if it’s totally liquified,” she added, sounding almost proud. “Honestly, I kind of did you a favor, mushing it up like that.”

“Thanks.” He said drily, but she seemed to miss the sarcasm. “Now, why are you here? Does seeing me like...this turn you on too?”

“I wanted to make sure you’re ok, now that you’re a...eunuch. It is a big lifestyle shift for some boys, losing the ability to have sex.” She’d markedly avoided answering his question, but her blush gave it away. She was practically drooling.

“I’m sure you’re sorry. And I don’t need you to remind me that I lost my balls. Anyway, at least I can still have kids.”

“Oh, right. They got a sperm sample from you the first time, didn’t they? They do usually try to convince the one-nuts to squirt before they’re let go.”  She held up a little off-white vial, coated with frost. It was far away, but he knew what name was on its label.

“This...wouldn’t happen to be yours, right?”

Cold fear gripped his chest. “Monique, put that back. Please. If it thaws...”

“Yeah, you really don’t want that. Not like you can make any more now, huh?” She leaned over him, her chocolatey breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top. Robert tried not to dwell bitterly on his cock’s lack of response to the enviable view.

“I just want to make sure we’re clear on some things. My mom’s going to come in for a bit for a little interview, and she’s going to encourage you to tell her the truth about who attacked you. Try to look kind of embarrassed, talk about how you got too close to a girl at school and she fought you off. Make it sound like you were being pushy, maybe even kind of rapey. She’ll just assume you’re a creep who deserves it and won’t ask too many questions about what happened. I’d really prefer if she didn’t ask too many questions.”

“I…” Robert wanted Monique to get in trouble. But a drop of condensation beaded on the vial and slid down ominously. “Fine.”

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “And I’m so glad I got to be the last one to make you cum.” She walked out of the room, and Robert futilely tried to appreciate the sexy sway of her broad hips.

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Monique let out a deep sigh of relief as she left the examination room. Her heart was still hammering in her chest, but it had less to do with worrying about getting caught and more to do with Robert’s deliciously deflated expression when she’d called him a eunuch. With him all trussed up like a turkey, and his ballsack just hanging in the wind, all empty like that...Fuck, she’d seen it on countless of her mom’s patients before, but knowing she was the one responsible made it that much hotter. 

Still...She couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Every time she’d jilled herself off while watching the video, she’d cum to the thought of how she’d just ended his genetic line with a twist of her heel. This silly little vial totally ruined that fantasy. 

And really, what was the point of it? It wasn’t like sperm was in short supply. Why was it so important to preserve this boy’s goo? Besides being her insurance policy against getting caught, of course. And even that...if it was lost, would he even know? Monique’s mom had hundreds of vials of eunuch cum in storage, but as far as she knew none of them had ever needed to be thawed. Even with viable semen, you needed a willing partner to have kids, and no woman wants to be married to a man with nothing useful between his legs.

She didn’t even realize she’d come to a decision until her hand was on the handle to the incinerator chute. With a heave, Monique pulled it open and tossed Robert’s cum down. A distant tinkling of glass and soft sizzling wafted up as the icy vial hit the heat. She flushed warmly as as her own heat spread over her, the slightest dampness touching her panties. She needed to get home, fast. Her video and favorite toy were waiting, and she’d just fulfilled her fantasy all over again.

No way was this going to be the last time she did this.

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