Last Minute

Last Minute

by Preunbb

“So, what’d you think? Everything you hoped for?”

Brian was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. Two medics had come to take the poor man away, leaving a greyish red trail smeared behind them. Even now, janitors were mopping it up, wiping away the last testicular remains from the mat. It was the most heartless thing he’d ever seen done to a man. Any other guy would’ve run away screaming by now.

Brian wasn’t any other guy though. His cock was rock hard and drooling at the thought, twitching against his belly. But he was starting to wonder if he’d preferred his most intense fantasy had stayed a fantasy.

“It’s...it’s pretty intense. I never thought I’d actually get to see it in real life.”

“But you enjoyed it right? I mean, I can see that you did.” Vanessa eyed his cock approvingly. Then she leaned over and flicked it, splattering a string of precum against the railing. He jumped in his seat.

“Wow, yeah. I mean, it’s a little scary, but...It was really hot, to actually see her…”

“Rupture his testicles? Yeah, I bet it’s terrifying. But isn’t it so satisfying too? That stomp was perfect!”

“Y….yeah.”

“I love when girls end them like that. Don’t get me wrong, breaking a pair apart slowly is a lot of fun. Like, seeing a boy’s face as you gradually push him towards infertility in front of a cheering crowd, and getting to dig your thumbs in and really feel things inside hois balls give way...whooo boy. But  there’s something so fun about a stomp. Like it’s just so sudden. One millisecond he’s half a man, the next one...pop.” She giggled.

“Yeah.” Somehow, Brian couldn’t match her enthusiasm. At least, not verbally. There was a disconnect with how his cock felt about this story and his brain. If he wasn’t so horny, this would be horrifying.

“Anyway, they’re not all going to be that fast. These girls know a million different ways to pulp a nut, and we’ve got four more fights lined up tonight, so you’ve got lots of chances to see boys lose them in interesting ways. Girls like to change it up between fights. After all, nobody wants to be the second girl of the night to stomp a pair of nuts into mush.”

“Four?”

“What’s it for? It’s not really for anything, Brian. It’s just fun. I mean, there’s a small entrance fee, maybe we could start a charity thing-”

“No, I mean...there’s four more fights?” He was beginning to feel queasy. Did he really want to see four more guys go through that?

Of course he did. He’d dreamed about something like this since he first rubbed one out reading those stories online. A dribble of precum ran down the bottom of his cock.

“Well, four except for the last minute slot.”

“What’s that?”

“They leave one slot open in case someone suddenly needs signs up midway through the night. It’s pretty common, actually. A viewer is watching, super turned on, suddenly wishes she could do the same to her boyfriend...next thing you know, she’s convinced him to sign up to get castrated in the ring.”

“Wow. Um.” Brian was speechless, and blushing furiously. He wished he wasn’t so turned on by this. Somewhere through the haze of arousal, he knew what was happening here was horrifying. But his throbbing cock drove away rational thought. Despite his terror, he was eagerly awaiting the next fight.

“So you’ve...fought before?”

Vanessa nodded. “I’m not as experienced as Sofia, but I’ve trimmed my share of family trees. Did my tenth guy last week, which is sort of a little milestone for girls.”

“And you always...you always castrate them?”

“No, not all the time. The rules say we win as soon as we’ve popped one, so technically we don’t have to go all the way. It’s considered kind of a beginner move though, to leave him with a nut intact. My first few guys, I was still a little squeamish about really neutering them, you know? So they got off easy.” She giggled. “I got over that by the fourth one.”

“Jesus. Why do they agree to it?”

She shrugged. “Who knows? Some guys are too dumb to realize the odds are against them. Some are so horny they’ll do anything for a chance at pussy.” She grinned. “Few, very very few, are even like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying, you’re not the first guy to fantasize about having your balls popped.” He blushed, to hear her say it out loud. He knew it was true, but still...

“I mean, think about how hot that would be. Fighting a girl who’s able, and willing to pop your balls? You can’t seriously say that doesn’t turn you on.”

“Right, but it’s just...it’s just a fetish, for me. I don’t actually want to get castrated.”

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Oh I’ve heard that in the ring before.”

“No, I’m serious. Fantasy is one thing, but this is…”

“Real?”

“...Yeah.”

She sighed. “Boys always make such a big deal out of it.”

“It’s...it’s a really big deal! They’re pretty vital organs.”

“Ok. That’s actually just a lie.” Her smile disappeared.

“You need to breath, you need to eat, you need to sleep. You don’t need to have sex. Your lungs are ‘vital organs’, your balls are not. All those guys that lose a fight? They go on to have perfectly fine, healthy lives.”

“Without testicles.”

“Yeah, without testicles. I get it, it’s a big loss, but you’d manage. They all do.”

She gestured to the ring, where the next unlucky guy was gawking at his naked opponent.

“See that man, down there? In a few minutes, he’s going to have to cope with that loss too. And he’s ready for it.”

The man in the ring was a bit older, maybe middle aged, although he’d kept himself in relatively good shape. His balls hung bulbous and low between his pale thighs. They were shaven completely smooth.

“See how he shaved?”

Brian squinted. “Yeah. What about it?”

“It makes them harder to grip. See, he planned this. He knew his balls were in danger, and he came anyway. Fully prepared, fully consenting. Fully willing to put his nuts on the line.”

“But, he doesn’t know men always lose…”

“No, but he knows there’s a chance he will. He knows he’s at a disadvantage, with those things dangling between his legs. And still, he’s climbing into the ring. Now, what’s stopping you from doing the same?”

His throat went dry. “I...I can’t.”

“It would be so easy for you to sign up. For tonight.”

“Vanessa…” But for some reason, he couldn’t fully say no. He took her in, the sight of her gorgeous body blunting his terror an iota. Even in an arena filled with naked women, he thought she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. She was a few years younger than him, but it was impossible to tell. Four inches taller than him and nearly as musclebound as the woman who’d just fought, she was like an Amazonian goddess to him. She was crossing her legs, but the slightest black curl of hair sprung out from between, subtly reminding him of the delicious pussy he had the honor of eating out every night, and thrusting inside on occasion.

Smiling at him, she spread her legs apart, and Brian moaned involuntarily at display.

“Think about it.” She slid off her seat and slithered between his legs as the announcers started to call out the names of the next fighters.

“We could sign up together, same slot. Then it wouldn’t just be some random girl crushing your balls into paste, it would be your favorite girl in the world.” Her eyes met his. “That wouldn’t be so bad, right? I know you like all that roleplaying we do.”

She had been incredibly good at acting out a castration. Now he knew why.

“But...but wouldn’t you miss sex?”

She sighed and eyed his cock like a piece of meat.“Well, you’re hung pretty well. And you last long enough in bed for me...usually. So yeah, as far as men go, you’re a pretty good fuck.”

“Phew.”

“But if that changed…”

He gulped. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, if you couldn’t satisfy me anymore...they’d be a lot less important to me.”

“I can promise you that’s not changing.”

“How?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not  like my cock’s going to shrink. Don’t worry, I’ll stay big enough for you.” He grinned affectionately.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Size isn’t everything, Brian. There’s a lot of other ways you could stop being satisfying for me.”

His mouth went dry. “Uh...like what?”

He saw a gleam in her eye. “Well, theoretically… Say your stamina got way lower, all of the sudden. Like, you know how you normally can fuck me until I cum twice, every time?”

He nodded, shuddering.

“Well, say you suddenly started cumming in like, less than two minutes. It’d be really disappointing for me.”

“Good thing that’ll never happen.”

She smiled up at him. “Never?” Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, then slid leisurely up. When it wrapped around his head, he twitched. A spurt of precum slicked her hand, and he shuddered as she slowly pulled it back down.

“Not even right now? You could really hold out?” Another pump coaxed out another spurt, even bigger than the first. Brian arched his back and moaned.

“Y...yeah.”

“Doesn’t sound like it. Was it because you saw your biggest fantasy actually happen in front of you? I bet you’ll be replaying that memory for a looong time.” He grunted and squirmed in her grasp, embarrassed at how well she knew him.

“Vanessa…”

“Are you thinking about it?”

He closed his eyes and pictured it, that last moment when the boy was laying on the mat, legs splayed apart, one side of his scrotum already lumpy and malformed. Then Sofia’s leg lifting up high, the ball of her heel crashing down into the other side, still mostly spherical until suddenly, with a wet splat (he imagined; their seats were woefully too far away for him to hear it), it pulped beneath her foot.

Another shuddering nod.

“Well, if you really want to prove that you can control yourself, you might want to put that memory away. You’re already so close, fantasizing doesn’t seem like a good idea if you want to show you have control..”

 She used her free hand to set a timer on her phone for two minutes.

“Wait...what?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’ve got nothing to worry about if you’re telling the truth.” She sped up her stroking, looking up at him from between his legs. Her other hand circled his fruits and pulled them to the bottom of his sack. “You said you could control yourself, right? Lasting two minutes shouldn’t be hard at all.”

“Ohhh...oh god,” he moaned. Her touch felt amazing. The arena full of naked women didn’t help with his self control.

“And...and what if I don’t?” He said, then gasped. She’d lowered herself onto his cock, sliding him halfway down her throat before pulling him out. Her tongue swirled deflty around his cockhead right as she pulled off, and he almost came right there. She was so good at bringing him right to the edge.

“I’m sure you know the answer.” SHe said.

“You...you can’t be serious.”

“Aw, you want to hear me say it?”

She leaned down for another suck, wrapping her tongue around his cock. Building pressure was worming through his loins, and Brian was drawing dangerously close to losing control. But another less pleasant pressure was starting to spread through him, making his insides curl with nausea.

Vanessa was starting to squeeze. Not with all her strength, he could tell, but enough that he could feel the implicit threat.

She slid off his cock with a wet pop.

“Brian, if you lose control now, I’ll crush your balls into mush.” She said, grinning.

He knew she was just playing it up for him, but he couldn’t help but respond as if she really meant it. Of all the ways he’d fantasized about losing his balls, seeing them crush together between the hands of the love of his life had been the most common.

Still, she was almost too convincing.

“You’re...that’s just sexy talk, right babe?”

A frown crossed her face.

“Brian, it’s the arena. What do you not get? We don’t treat balls like the rest of the world does.. In here, they’re not vital organs, they’re toys. And there’s only one way to play with them.” In the ring, the girl had laid the boy on the ground and spread his legs apart. Her foot was between them, twisting.

Brian gulped. “But...I’m your boyfriend.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We’re fuckbuddies at best. Oh, don’t cry.” She sighed. “And really, I can’t let you off this easy. Honestly, it’d be considered bad form if I let you leave with both of your balls intact.”

“W...what?!” He squealed.

“We’re really not supposed to bring guests, especially not male ones. A place like this requires a lot of trust, and even kinky boys sometimes freak out when they see what happens in the ring. So on the rare occasions we do, it’s considered good form to...you know, pop one. At least. Keeps you honest, I guess. I dunno.”

“I...would’ve liked to have known that before you brought me.”

“But then you wouldn’t have come!” She giggled. “It’s not a real rule, just kind of a tradition. Like, for a long time, boys were TOTALLY not allowed, but this one big name brought her squeeze in, and...well, she gave him the old double-pop, and of course seeing that was so fun they decided to relax the rules a little bit.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, a crushed testicle or two puts the fear in you boys. No man’s going to run to the police to inform on the women who emptied half his ballbag, and if I castrated you, you’d be too much of a wimp afterwards to rat either.”

“I’d tell! If you castrated me, I’d tell, I swear.”

She looked at him coolly. “No, you wouldn’t. Seriously. I know it’s hard to believe now while you’ve still got all your hormones, but guys always get so wimpy after they lose their nuts. You’d be way too much of a bitch to go to the cops. And if you threaten that again, you’re definitely leaving here without them, got it?”

Brian went pale, and just nodded silently.

“Still, even with that tradition male guests are really rare. Really, you should be thanking me for the privilege.”

He tried to form a response, but Vanessa choose that moment to press her thumbs deep into his organs. The surge of pain left him wheezing and wordless.

“Anyway, like I said, you’re a good fuck so I’ll probably let you keep both of them. The girls will give me a little shit for being too nice, and I’ll have to go extra mean on the next set of balls I meet in the ring to keep my reputation, but I could let you off with your full pair just this once.”

“Oh! Good. That’s good. Uh...thanks.” Brian let out a heavy sigh of relief. Did he really thank her just for letting him keep his balls?

“But I’m not kidding about what’ll happen if you were lying.” She said, suddenly serious. “If you cum before my timer goes off, I’m doing it, right here and now. You’d hardly be the first minuteman I’ve castrated.” Her thumbs circled the back of each of his testicles, then pressed in firmly. Nutmeat distorted beneath them,  and Brian let out a whimper through gritted teeth.

He was...pretty sure this was all fantasy still. But after what he’d seen in the ring, he’d try to hold back for two minutes. Really try. It shouldn’t be hard, after all…

“Haaaaahhhhh.” She pumped faster and leaned forward. The head of his cock nestled in her cleavage, and the feel of her breasts rubbing against his cockhead was exquisite.

“Seriously, I know exactly how I’d do it. Do you feel these two little bumpy parts on the back?” A gentle rub from her thumbs sent bolts of pain through him, and his vision went white.

“Well, I guess you can’t see them, but you sure can feel them. If I just press in, as hard as I can, my fingers will split right through your balls.”

“That’s...that’s really impressive, Vanessa.” Brain said. His voice was high pitched.

“I’m not just showing off, Brian. I’m trying to make you realize how vulnerable you are. You’re one hard squeeze away from losing them. You need to take this seriously!”

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The timer! Brian’s eyes went wide. He’d made it, he was safe! Not that he had been in any danger, but, he was definitely safe now! He relaxed, enjoying the feel of her hand slipping against his cock, secure in the knowledge that she wasn’t going to damage him. He could just enjoy his release. He couldn’t wait to paint her breasts with cum.

He was sure he’d manage an even bigger load than the current competitor was spurting out now. Focusing back on the ring now that the moment of danger had passed, Brian watched the man, by now down to his last testicle, scream for mercy as his female opponent gleefully milked his last load out onto the rubber mat. The vision was one he’d imagined for himself, so many times. He leaned back start to will himself forward, enjoying the feeling of finally letting himself enjoy the incredible scene, the feeling of her hand up and down as Vanessa milked him towards his inevitable release. He was so close now, any second...

“And that’s the halfway mark! Onto the last minute now.” Vanessa said.

….WHAT?

“Are you seriously on the edge already?” Vanessa sounded disappointed, but her eyes betrayed her avarice. She was staring at his testicles, practically drooling, like a starving man looks at dinner.

All at once, Brian wasn’t sure if this was roleplay or not. He jerked back from her, yanking her hands off of him at the last second. Even without stimulation, he wasn’t sure he could hold his load back. Holding his breath, he tried the only trick he knew would work.

Jamming his hands between his legs, Brian took one of his egg sized testicles in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could. White hot agony sent him convulsing, but still he could feel himself going over the edge. Tears streaming down his face, he moved his thumbs to the exact spot his girlfriend had just been torturing, and pressed in hard.

Beneath his fingers, he could feel nutmeat rearranging. At the same time, he could feel his testicle-dooming orgasm coming on, and he needed to hold it back. Trying to ignore the pain, he squeezed even harder. Brian could almost feel his sperm dying beneath his grip, and he started to convulse and howl. Still, he kept squeezing. His heartbeat was a panicked flutter in his hand, the internal lifeforce of his own nuts pulsing against his thumbs. When his cock twitched and spat out a long strand of precum, he almost had a heart attack, but he managed to hold every drop of actual manmilk inside.

“Wow.” Vanessa stared up at him, her aloofness gone for a moment. “I’m...that’s actually really impressive. I really thought you were gonna lose it there!”

“Hnnnnnngh!” He couldn’t talk. He just now rolled over onto his side with a grunt, splaying his legs apart and cupping his ball sack. He’d stopped squeezing as soon as his squelched ‘orgasm’ passed, but of course the pain hadn’t gone away right then. Like all ballpain, it lingered, long past the initial infliction; if anything, it had increased, now that the rush of adrenaline was fading.

Spreading his legs apart, he gingerly cupped his mangled testicles. The left one now devastatingly out of round. He’d squeezed something that probably would never heal. Still, a slightly shattered nut was better than losing the pair.

“You...really do have some self control. I’ve never seen a guy go that hard on his own balls.” Vanessa was even wincing, as if she could imagine what that felt like. “I mean, I’ve seen lots of girls jam their thumbs halfway into them, but doing that to yourself requires a ton of willpower.”

“T...thanks.” He whimpered.

“Let me know when you’re ready for the rest of your time.”

He blinked. “Hasn’t...hasn’t it been two minutes?” He’d been rolling around on the floor for much longer than she had been stroking.

She frowned. “I paused when you pulled me off. Obviously, time without touching doesn’t count. Looks like you’ve got…” She looked down at her phone. “57 seconds left.”

He leaned back, shuddering.

“Ready?”

Brian gurgled in protest. Nausea racked him, and his vision was still spotty. But Vanessa seemed to take his pathetic moans as acquiescence. She sat him back up in his seat and pried his limp hands off his sack. Then she unpaused the timer and leaned over, taking his limp cock in her mouth.He was only flaccid for a second before the warmth and wetness brought him to life, and soon she was deep throating him.

 Beneath, she circled once hand around the neck of his ballsack, pulling tight. His testicles made a heart shape at the base of his sack. She started to bob up and down in earnest, and Brian moaned. Her mouth felt so goo-

BAM. A wave of ballpain blanked his mind. Her punch was like a freight train slamming into his groin.

“Jesus, Vanessa….”

BAM. Another fertility-devastating blow. She looked up at him and winked. Wordless with his cock in her mouth, her sultry look still told him so much. She was urging him on, willing him to surrender, to just give in to the incredible pleasure she was giving him. It was so hard to resist. The urge to cum was overpowering. His balls were painfully backed up, stuffed full from his earlier ruination, like two overflowing water balloons.

BAM. And each punch felt like it was forcing more and more of their liquid contents up his cords. His eyes rolled back, and Brian finally lost control…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

...milliseconds after her timer went off. Or so she’d tell him later. In the moment of his climax, time was meaningless, and he couldn’t tell past from present. He didn’t even notice Vanessa hopping off his cock at the last second, robbing him of the full pleasure of an orgasm. He did notice the knees to the groin that followed, but they did nothing to quell the volcano of cum he spewed. Again and again, Vanessa’s knee bashed his balls flat, and each blow forced another stripe of cum onto her thighs. Brian could do nothing but sit back in his chair, twitching and shooting stripe after stripe of jizz, wordless from the pain and pleasure. Each of Vanessa’s knees was hard enough to leave his vision spotty.

Finally, he finished. She pulled her knee back, grinning. Brian fell onto the floor, barely holding himself on all fours, gasping like a fish out of water.

“You made it. I knew you could do it.” He didn’t respond, but tried to look up at her. He crawled to her - still too racked with nutpain to stand - until he was at her feet, trying to hold himself up against her. She didn’t seem to mind, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her legs for comfort and sobbing.

“You...were you really going to…” He almost choked before he could say it, but he had to know. “Were you really going to castrate me if I came too fast?”

She smiled coyly. “You don’t have to worry about that now, do you?”

“Please, I need...I need to know…”

She put her hand on his shoulder and sighed. “Brian, you didn’t hear the announcer for the fight before, did you?”

He shook his head. Their seats were so far away, the speaker had been a garbled fuzz.

“That was my fiancé.”

“Oh.”

“Ex-fiancé actually. As of today. I had the announcer let him know, right after Sofia popped his last ball.” She looked into his eyes. “Do you understand?”

He nodded, but she continued anyway. “If I’d do that to the guy who’s been supporting me in school, taking me on dates, and paying our rent for the last five years, what do you think I’d do to my sidepiece?”

“You mean, you really would’ve…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“Yup.” She shrugged. “You were about half a second away from losing your babymakers. But you don’t need to worry about that! Like you said, you can control yourself.”

“R...right.” His blood ran cold. He had been incredibly close...

“Honestly, that must be a dream come true for you. It’s about as close as you can get to living out your fantasy without actually, y’know, living it out.”

He held tight to her. She wasn’t wrong. As terrifying as this was, it was hot to imagine being that close to castration. No roleplay could compare to the real thing.

Hell, maybe she was acting this all out, even now. She knew he loved his fantasies extremely...real.

Still, he couldn’t take that chance. He needed to keep her happy, just in case she really was capable of...that. He looked up at her, doing his best to keep the agony he felt hidden from her.

“Hey. You ok down there?”

He nodded mutely.

“Wanna pay me back for the favor? I did really indulge your fantasy.” Another nod.

She grinned. “How about that last minute signup?”