James’ Big Balls Devastated By His Cousin Sarah (Part 3)

James’ Big Balls Devastated By His Cousin Sarah (Part 3)

By Preunbb

3a

James came to in a dark room, still tethered to his bed. He groaned in agony as the pain from between his legs took hold of him again. If he had been hoping the pop he heard before passing out was fixable, the agony informed him otherwise. Sarah hadn’t been bluffing: she’d broken one of his balls. He clamped his knees together instinctually from the pain

That proved to be a mistake. His cantaloupe sized scrotum was just the right size to settle between his legs when he was sitting with them apart, but the fit was snug. When his knees bent inwards, he accidentally compressed the misshapen package and jostled its damaged contents. His vision went white and he howled with pain as he learned of the full extent of his testicular injuries.

Still…He was hard.

Not just that normal sleep boner that went away by itself after a few minutes, but rock-hard, drooling precum hard. He’d never been in more pain…But he also got the chance to live out half of his deepest castration fantasy while his secret taboo crush orgasmed repeatedly beside him; that wasn’t something a lot of guys get to check off their bucket list. Despite his horniness, he hoped he’d never have to experience the second half. He’d fantasized about Sarah crushing both of his testicles probably thousands of times, and he hoped to keep it a fantasy.

Still…He was so hard. And starting to drip.

He laid his head back and stared at the ceiling, waffling between anxiously terrified and deliciously excited as he heard his cousin’s footsteps climbing the stairs.

“Well, I thought I heard something!”

Sarah pranced into the room and flipped the light on, admiring the changes his balls had undergone in the four hours since she left him. His right testicle sat slackly at the bottom of his well-proportioned scrotum, resting on the sticky sheets below. It had swollen nicely, dark bruises blotching its surface, his blue veins crisscrossing the scrotum like rivers on a map.

While his right orb looked like it was incredibly painful, at least still was an orb. The same could not be said of the other half of his manhood. The left half of his scrotum sagged deliciously limply, and Sarah giggled as the confirmation that her cousin was irreparably now half a man.

“Ooooh, I can see why you were yelling.” She tried to look sympathetic, but ended up breaking into more giggling. “That looks…not so great.” As she walked up, she got a closer view of her cousin, and she saw two things that delighted her. The half-boy was trembling like a leaf, and his dick was as hard as a rock.

“I see Olivia wasn’t lying about those videos she’d found in your poorly-named ‘Homework’ folder.” James’ bloodshot eyes grew wide, and she delighted in seeing his realization that his secret porn stash was public news among his relatives.

“Yeah, she mentioned you had some really intriguing stuff in there. I mean, I’m not one to judge, but…ballbusting incest? Pretty extreme, dude!” Sarah didn’t know if the pain or the humiliation was driving his high-pitched moaning, but she enjoyed it either way. She gently cupped the sack extremely full of his manhood (both intact and otherwise) and hefted it like a grocer with a watermelon.

“It’s pretty incredibly lucky we share the preference, isn’t it? It’s probably like….1 in 10,000 people with this exact fantasy!” She shrugged. “Well, maybe it’s genetic. Anyway, when she sent the files over, I spent a lot of time on my computer, and you had some good, rare stuff.” She saw the fear flare up in his eyes. He must have figured out she’d guessed the password on the high-quality videos, nestled layers deep in one of the more mundane sounding folders in his already disguised cache.

The stuff from the dark web he didn’t want anybody to see.

“I didn’t think testicular rupture was even legal for dommes to film! But WOW, you had a lot of it!” She started counting on her fingers as she listed them off, delighting in the fact that each title was symbolic of at least one pair of nonfunctioning balls. “Let’s see, there was “Teagan neuters her husband”, “Kayleigh performs male birth control”, “Olive takes her brother’s last nut”, that whole ten-part series from a supposed ‘Dr. Korodani Kuvunja’…God, there was so much good stuff.”

She sighed. “But, James, do you know what my favorite was?”

“Please…please don’t castrate me.”

The first intelligible words out of his mouth since his rupture had a defeated, nasally pitch. But its trembling timbre and his heavy breathing (and twitching, drippy penis, of course) all communicated what he didn’t want her to know: he was loving this.

She continued on nonchalantly. “It wasn’t in your collection, but I found this video online from one of your favorite artists. It’s called, ‘Blonde ballbuster fucks her one-nut cousin”. Have you seen it? I could give you a quick demo of what’s in it before I email it over.”

He shook his head no, but his eyes widened as he parsed her made-up title.

He’d forgotten his fantasy was a trilogy, not a two-parter, and Sarah had just perfectly named the third chapter. His most well-worn castration fantasy had her riding his cock between each of his testicular ruptures, plunging greedily up and down as she forced load after load out of his jewels, one damaged, one destroyed. He knew it was going to hurt, maybe even as bad as the rupture itself. Cumming through both his spermatic cords when he only had one nut was bound to be dreadfully painful (as the good Doctor had demonstrated dozens of times in 1080p and surround sound). But god, that pussy looked inviting. Short blonde hair, trimmed but not shaved bald, covered the two pink lips that surrounded her tight pink slit.

This volume of the trilogy seemed to start with a prologue all for her though. Sarah was kneeling with his head between her thighs, giving him an even closer view of the orifice he’d been pining over since his balls dropped. She gently explained why the reenactment had to start this way, like she was discussing the weather: “I know you’re a virgin, so I need to get an orgasm for myself before we start. I doubt even you would be talented enough to make me cum on your first time.”

Even you. His cock jumped again, thick veins on either side pulsing at the subtle compliment of his seven-inch throbbing pink member.

Then she was fully on top of him. He loved the way she smelled normally, but the pheromones from her warm pussy were something else entirely. This was something porn couldn’t reproduce. Warm bliss shot through him as he licked her exploratorily, trying to focus on her pleasure instead of his pain and navigate the newfound experience of a vagina on his tongue. James’ was pleasantly surprised that the rumors of pussy taste were wrong; her soft pinkness was only a little salty, and tasted surprisingly pleasant and not at all like fish. The knowledge that her flavor was reflective of her pleasure made him all the more eager to enjoy as much of it as he could.

Suddenly, there was a thump between his legs, and James screamed.

His screaming was even pleasurable than his inexperienced (but very enthusiastic) cunnilingus. Maybe it was because it accompanied the fist she had just hammered into the pulped left side of his scrotum, liquefying any remaining solid matter of the former nut. She rode his face back and forth, her eyes rolling back as she laced her hands together for the next hit, and raised them high above her head.

A wet crunch emitted from his crotch when her sledgehammered into his still-whole right nut.  She had arced her fists from below his ballsack directly up into him, trapping his nut painfully against his pelvic bone.

It wasn’t quite a pop, but something was dramatically different about his nut’s structure. The feeling of the new injury forming below her hands put her over the edge of climax. She bucked wildly, her vision going blank as she soaked his face and the bed below in yet another orgasm. Through her spasms, she shakingly grabbed hold of his nut, twisting and prodding the organ to make sure she hadn’t actually broken it yet. Her probing inspection brought out new and interesting combinations of vibrations from the beleaguered half-boy beneath her pulsing clit.

As she stood up off of him, he managed to cough out two words through the suffocating miasma of her arousal.

“My turn.”

“Wow, little impatient, aren’t we?” His cousin was standing akimbo next to the bed, panting heavily. Her brow had a certain sheen on in, and her face had the same relaxed flush he’d seen after she’d cum while popping his nut. He’d made her cum for the third time, although the first time via his mouth and not his popped ball.

“I deserve it, don’t I?” James’ was pretty sure he’d never deserved anything more in his life. Not many guys actually had to give up a left nut to fuck the girl of their dreams.

She smiled sweetly. “You certainly do, James. You did a great job down there.” She went to the foot of the bed. “Now, I’m going to untie your legs. I need you to promise you’re not going to twist around, or try to kick me off or anything.” She smiled sweetly. “If you do, I’m going to have to pop the last one.”

He’d been hoping she’d allow him free movement of all four limbs. “Well, I was thinking…I mean, hoping, we could try doggy style?”

She looked at him puzzledly, then burst out laughing. “Oh James, you didn’t seriously think I was going to fuck you, did you?”

His stomach sank. “But…the title of the porno, it’s-”

“Yeah, but I’m not actually going to give my virginity to my awkward one nutted cousin.” She sighed, and smirked wanly down. “I want that occasion to be special. This? This is just a side project for me to do while the rest of the family is out of the house. Now, let’s get you out of those restraints.”

She untied the ropes around each of his ankles and bent his legs upwards. She kept going, until his ass was right over his head and his cock pointed down at his own face, twitching like it would go off any second.

“Sarah, please…not like this. If, if you make me cum, I’m going to-”

His words left him again. His cousin stuck a hand between her legs, covered her fingers in girl goo, then wrapped that same hand around his cockhead. Her juices mingled with his precum, and she slowly slid her hand down as she spread the makeshift lube all the way to the base of his cock. Her hand creeped back up and slid down again, each pump slightly faster than before, until she was pumping away at a brisk pace. Each stroke caused another tiny spurt of precum from his overstimulated penis, and as she pumped faster, more of it splattered onto his face.

He tried his best to keep his mouth closed from his own fluids, but Sarah’s other hand made that impossible. She had slipped it above the bottom of his upside-down thigh and gently tightened her grasp around his swollen manfruit. Her fingers sunk into his manhood until he shrieked.

“Boy, there must be a lot of spunk in this one,” She intoned casually, her hand still gliding slickly up and down his cock. Her grip tightened another fraction, and James gasped as a big spurt of precum got in his eyes. “Well, I want to satisfy you as well as you did me, so I’ll make to squeeze all of it out for you, ok?”

And with a wrenching twist of his ball and a gentle swirl around his cock, she did.

—

Sarah was pretty sure James’ didn’t mean to open his mouth wide just as the first spurt of his orgasm began. She was also pretty sure he didn’t have a choice, as she moved both hands to his testicle to better juice the overstuffed organ and forced him to scream. The huge bulbous thing twitched under her thumbs, then spurt after spurt shot out of the tip of her cousin’s cock as she pressed hard into the center of the stubborn orb. With no hand working his cock, James didn’t even get to fully enjoy the orgasm that was spurting those endless ropes of creamy jizz onto and into him.

Some of it managed to land in his eyebrows and on his face, but she was quick enough to aim the lion’s share of semen down his own screaming throat. He gagged, and the sight of his discomfort and pain and intense, agonized frustration was finally too much for her. Sarah took one hand off his ball and thrust it between her legs, rubbing her quivering clit just in time to get the most out of her sudden unexpected climax.

Pulse after pulse of orgasmic pleasure washed through each of the cousins. He was frustrated and crying from his ruined spurts. She was moaning in satisfaction and relief from her gushing pussy. Their staccato bucking was almost synchronized.

Finally, it was done. She took a fragrant middle finger out from between her legs and scooped up a streak of jizz that had missed his open throat, then stuck her finger between his gaping lips and made him suck off the combination of fluids. “Wow, impressive work! You did manage to make me cum your very first time!” She giggled and sighed, her afterglow sending shivers of relaxation through her. “And you swallowed like a champ! I didn’t even get a boy’s load down without gagging until like, the sixth or seventh blowjob I gave.” She gazed down at him, his face glazed in a mix of both of their cum, his face shiny and red from exertion and pleasure. “How’s it taste? Wish you had drank more pineapple juice?”

He didn’t answer. He had passed out again.

—

When he awoke, his ankles were secured and something strongly scented and fabric was stuffed in his mouth. Sarah was sitting between his legs, a grim look of determination across her face and an old metal-edged wooden ruler in her hand.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up! We need to finish this before your sister and mom get home, but I was worried if I just woke you up and started you’d end up falling asleep before your big finale.”

He tried to ask what that was, but the sweet-tasting gag muted his words. And with a sinking feeling, he realized he already knew. He wondered desperately when his family would be getting back. If this was anything like his porn, it would be much too late.

“You know, the climax of our little weekend together.” She smiled knowingly at him, and looked at him like a wolf nearing a wounded gazelle. “Just think of the best parts of your little Criterion collection. Your absolute favorite, most watched scenes.”

He didn’t have to ask for clarification. They were the Holy Grail of any CBT fetishist: the castration scenes. Not the first testicular rupture (although those were rare and exciting enough), but that final squelch that accompanied a boy losing his very last working ball.

She nodded pityingly. “Yeah, I’m going to have to pop this one. I know you were probably hoping to keep it, but…well, at least you got to have a final orgasm! Think of how much more it would suck to be a eunuch if you didn’t have this memory to look back on.” Sarah raised the ruler high and brought it down in a biting slap, striping his scrotum across both halfs. Another slap, and James gaped his mouth wider around his fabric gag in a silent scream.

And yet, despite the pain and the fear…

Twitch.

His cock refused to recognize the seriousness of the situation.

3b

Sarah brought the wooden ruler down again and again, marveling at the delicious licorice-black stripes that formed underneath its impact. Even more impressive was the stirring to life of his well-milked cock. The boy was insatiable. Too bad for him his libido would be gone soon.

Then-

Something from downstairs. A key turning in a lock, a front door swinging open. His kinder female relatives were home.

Salvation for his last ball. Relief flooded him, but his cock wilted, disappointed that it wouldn’t be experiencing its own destruction.

SHIT.

They weren’t supposed to be home yet. Sarah dropped the ruler between his legs and quickly untied his left hand, giving herself plausible deniability. She hurried as quietly as she could out of his room, closing the door gently behind her. She ran to the bathroom and rinsed her face and hands off with water as she heard her other cousin and aunt put their things away. She ambled down the stairs nonchalantly, doing her best to look like anything other than a girl who had been about to prune her own family tree.

“Hello, you two! How was your little spa-cation?”

Olivia shrugged. “Pretty chill, I guess.” 

“Have you seen James around? I needed to ask him about something,” Sarah’s mom said.

Sarah tried to sound nonchalant. “I think he might be asleep. His door’s been closed. I’m sure he’s totally fine.”

Grace barreled past her upstairs to the closed door of her halfstrated nephew. Sarah hurriedly blurted out a half-believable story - “I heard some thumps and shouts earlier so maybe he’s not OK but hey I’m sure it was just a nightmare or something no need to disturb-”

--

His room was dark, but her nephew definitely wasn’t asleep. He was...crying, it sounded like? She flicked on the lightswitch and almost fainted at the sight that greeted her.

She knew about his perversions from the files her daughter, but she never knew he’d gone as far to act them out in real life. He was clawing weakly with his free left hand (the one she unfortunately knew, from many accidental walk-ins, to be his favored choice for masturbating) at the bonds around his right wrist. He had even duct taped a makeshift gag over his mouth.

But what really got her attention was the bloated mass between his legs.

It looked like he had been...whipping himself? Ah, the ruler below his ballsack. The dark stripes across his scrotum matched its shape perfectly. But he’d gone too hard. His right nut was bloated, but it looked like he’d been so caught up in his masturbatory frenzy he’d completely smashed his left one. She’d seen him ballbusted so many times growing up, she’d thought this particular pair was indestructible. But the sagging half-limp scrotum presented to here demonstrated clearly that she was at least half-wrong.

She got in closer to inspect the self-inflicted damage. She’d never seriously considered that any one of those hits could have ended in...this. It wasn’t just the damage to his body he would have to live with for the rest of his life; a lost nut was like losing an essential part of yourself for a boy. One of the two things that literally defined him as a man was destroyed. 

Ironically, this was all because of those two pesky little glands. If the organs hadn’t seized control of his common sense and made him have this weird BDSM fetish, they’d both still be intact! The absurdity made her laugh, despite the seriousness of his injuries. After all, he still had the other one…

But what was it going to make him do? Judging from the bruises, it had almost committed self-destruction like its brother; with a little less luck, he would’ve ended up carted off to the hospital to have both of them cut out instead of just the left one. Would he still have this insatiable, perverted libido when he came back from his surgery? Would it drive him to perform even more perverted idiocies? Or was that drive gone now, shrunken with the loss of half the hormones that inspired it?

She scooted up to meet his eyes, and smiled as he breathed heavily back at her. There was a pair of panties beneath the duct tape gag, and…

Wait.

A pair of bright-red panties.

A pair of her bright red panties.

His horniness hadn’t just made him hurt himself...It made him steal her shit.

Her smile faded, and she brought her hand between her nephew’s legs. This was too much.  The remaining organ was still intact, but it was badly hurt. She wondered if it was still salvageable.

Well, it certainly wouldn’t be when she was done with it.

She got up on the bed and stood between his legs, towering above her one-nutted nephew. He stared up at her, confused. He must have expected someone to save him from his own libido. His eyes widened as he realized his aunt’s solution to the situation was going to be much more permanent than he had hoped for.

“Don’t worry, James, I’m going to make sure this never happens again. You’ll never accidentally hurt yourself masturbating. You’ll never have to worry about me walking in on you masturbating either.” She smiled viciously. “In fact, you’re never going to be able to masturbate again!”

She raised her heel up, recalling all the times she’d comforted the poor boy after a kick in the nads while growing up. He always seemed to have the ability to get any girl pissed off enough to nail him in the nuts; Grace had to give him a shoulder to cry on and an icepack to hold dozens of times after her daughter, her niece, a neighborhood friend, or some combination of all three racked the boy in his sensitive little nuggets. She wondered if all that ballbusting is what caused him to develop this fetish, or if even then he’d had strange preferences even and had goaded those girls into hurting him.

She had been responsible for comforting him from his nutpain, and now she would end it forever. This was final time she would ever get to see her nephew wearing that twisted mask of agony, making those adorable, bizarre sounds of a boy with bruised balls. 

“Say goodbye to it, pervert. Say goodbye to your last nut.”

He mumblescreamed something, but his panty gag was too effective. Her foot rocketed down into his mushy, deeply injured ballsack.

Splish

It was like a rotten peach under a sledgehammer. The organ pulped instantly beneath her foot, and her nephew lost consciousness as his member spewed the shattered remaining contents of it all over his belly and chest.

She’d never felt so powerful or so turned on in her life. Her pussy was soaked, all of the sudden, and she realized she had a sudden urgent need to get to a place private enough to rub herself silly.

She wiped herself off on her jeans and headed downstairs, flushed and sweaty.

---

Sarah saw her mom coming down the stairs and rushed up to her, masking her extreme nervousness at the discovery of her poorly concealed ‘side project’. But Grace seemed completely serene (if not a little exerted, for some reason). “Sis, I think you need to call a hospital for James. It looked like he was masturbating, and doing some...extreme stuff, and he hurt himself.”

Sarah feigned the same look of shock as her aunt. “Hurt himself masturbating? What, like hitting himself in the balls or something?”

Sarah looked at her and smiled gently. “Yeah, I think he might have.”

She forced tears to her eyes. “You don’t think he could have…broken one of them?”

“Yup. It looks like he popped both of his testicles.”

This was going better than Sarah could have possibly hoped for. Her aunt took the bait she left hook, line and sinker. Except…

Did she say both of them?

Her feigned surprise gave way to real confusion. “Are you sure both of them were caved in?”

“Mhm! He’d completely popped his last ball. He’s totally castrated now! Trust me, I made sure...er, I checked on them to make sure they were both broken.” Her mom looked at Aunt Tammy, whose had gone pale. “Don’t worry, sis! I’m sure you’re daughter can still give you grandchildren.”

That reassurance didn’t help her aunt look of devastation. “He...he popped both of them? He was still a virgin! He’d never even had sex, and he just took himself out of the gene pool for a better jerk off session?” She pulled out her phone and starting dialing the hospital. “God, if I’d known he was into that weird stuff, I would have had him freeze some sperm years ago, just in case he Darwin Awarded himself like he did today.”

But Sarah wasn’t watching her aunt. She was watching her mom, who had just excused herself very quickly to go to the bathroom. Sarah knew he’d still had something intact when she left him. Probably even functional. But right as her mom closed the door, she realized something: That flushed, edgy look she had looked awfully similar to her own when she was extremely turned on.

Well, maybe it’s genetic. It had been a joke, when she’d said it to James earlier, but it was looking more and more like it was true.

And why did she say “his last ball” if both of them were popped when she went up there?

Sarah smiled. She wasn’t the only ballbuster in this house...and she wasn’t the only one who really enjoyed it.

God, she loved this family.

Part 3b Alternate ~~~~~~

Sarah looked up at me, my ball resting in her palm.

“So...ready for me to take this one? I’d like it if you could scream a little for me this time. Really let me know how desperate you are.” She pulled my gag off, and I gasped for breath.

“Sarah, please don’t...please don’t castrate me. When you popped my left ball, it hurt so badly I thought I was going to die. If you crush my other one, I’ll...I won’t be able to have kids, or have sex, or-”

She held my remaining teste up and gave it an open-handed slap, sending me wheezing with pain.

“I know, James. That’s kind of the point. I’m going to permanently take this last, lonely little ball away from you forever, and you’re going to be a nutless freak for the rest of your life. As a fellow castration fetishist, I would’ve thought you’d be more understanding. I’ve seen all of your favorite videos. Those guys didn’t exactly have a healthy sex life afterwards, did they?” She grinned cheerfully, her eyes glued with avarice to my scrotum.

I didn’t answer the rhetorical question. My mind raced, searching desperately for a way to convince her to let me stay a man. Appealing to mercy wasn’t going to work to change her mind; hell, I was probably just turning her on even more by begging. If I wanted to keep my scrotum even half-filled, I needed to convince her that a one-balled cousin was more fun than a eunuch. 

I knew what I had to do. It was going to be painful, but it would be worth it. I shut my eyes, and tried not to consider what I was about to promise her.

“If you pop it, you’ll never be able to ballbust me again. I’ll...I’ll never be able to feel a kick in the nuts, ever. From you, or anyone else.”

“But, if...if you let me keep it, I’ll let you do whatever you want with my ball. I’ll be your nutslave, permanently. Everytime you come to visit. Any torture, any female domination experiment, anything new methods you want to test out on my testicle...It’s yours. As long as you don’t break it.”

Her eyes lit up with glee. 

“Anything?”

I regretted my words already. “Anything.”

“Ok. I’ll let you keep it. But...I get to start experimenting, now.”

---

“Keep those legs apart for me. This positioning is going to be a little awkward.”

I spread my legs even wider, groaning in pain as she aligned her crotch with my own and jostled my injured manhood. Sarah had kept my hands tied up, but I’d earned enough trust to have my legs unbound. She was sitting in front of me, her own thighs were perched atop my own, spread wide, her naked pussy peeking out from between them as she moved forward to press her crotch into my own. It looked so smooth, deliciously inviting, coyly hiding behind her light brush of pubic hair. I wanted to be inside her so badly, but I didn’t want it like this.

“You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about this, James. I’d prefer to feel both guy’s balls inside of me, but...when life gives you lemons, you know?”

It wasn’t the most comforting metaphor.

“Well, I can settle for a single nut, for now. Being swollen this big almost makes up for the fact that you’re missing leftie.” 

I pulled my head forward enough to see my manhood. She wasn’t exaggerating; the single orb that used to be the smaller of my pair had swelled up almost large enough to take up my entire scrotal slack. I could barely see the shattered remains of its bigger brother bulging lumpily on the bottom of my ballsack. The extreme expansion of my remaining ball left me with a tight, aching pain, as if its outer covering wasn’t quite large enough for its newly inflated contents.

“I...I don’t think it’s going to fit. Sarah, please, you’ll...you’ll crush it.”

“Trust me, it’ll fit. It’s like, the exact same size as the love egg I usually use, just a bit hairier. And much more slippery!”

My ball squirted out of her grasp again, and she frowned, redoubling her grip and pulling it dangerously far away from me. I stiffened as tight, tense nutcord pain shot through me. She was spread wide apart, and I could see that lubrication wouldn’t be an issue. My ball pressed against her pussy lips, and she let out a small moan. I could feel her bucking against it, her body hungry for pleasure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, James. I can’t wait to put your ball up inside me.” 

“Just need to position...myself…” Her moist slit opened up, inviting me in, and she pressed my ball into her, adding more and more pressure as the fat nut resisted the tight walls of her pussy, until-

Splup

My nut slipped inside her. She was tight. Incredibly tight. I gasped in pain, my eyes watering as her pussy walls compressed me. That familiar testicular agony shot up through my body, a combination of nausea and burning and just agonizing pain.

“Sarah, god, you’re...it’s too tight!”

She didn’t seem to hear me. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth curved up into a small smile. She was clearly enjoying herself immensely. She contracted her pussy tighter, rolling my testicle around inside of her, rubbing it up against her rough g-spot. My babymaker contorted out of shape painfully as her movements forced it into the shape of its warm, fleshy home.

“Oh...Oh James! Do... do you feel that?” Her voice was breathy and unstable, and her middle finger found her clit.

“It’s...Oh, it’s so much better than my stupid plastic egg! I can feel you inside, moving around...I think….I think if I squeeze hard enough, it’ll pop.”

She grinned down at me evilly, and my stomach dropped for an instant. “I know...I know, I won’t. I promised. But I’ve been dreaming about this -mff!- forever, so...I’m going to squeeze you a little harder, ok?”

My breaths were fast and shallow as I hyperventilated. Stars speckled my vision, and I barely clung to consciousness as her pussy compressed my nut even tighter.

“God, I’m glad I didn’t castrate you! I- oh! - I never would have been to feel this! Can you feel it moving around inside me, James?”

I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath through the pain. “Sarah, I...I can feel it. You’re so tight, could you- hngggh!”

Another contraction, and my nut slipped around, sliding deeper inside her, woman juices sheeting down and easing its passage deep inside her pussy and far away from my body as she manipulated my entire manhood with her womanhood.

She was getting close, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Another contraction, and she bucked hard, shifting into a new, even more painful position.

“Oh, James!”

Sarah started to cum, again. She squeezed my ball as hard as she could with her pussy, and the pain took away my breath. I started to lose my grip on reality; the only thing my mind could process was endless, gut-wrenching, agonizing fire, travelling up my stretched nutcords from the hairy sack that was pinched tightly inside her feminine crevice. I strained to see through tear-streaked eyes where my scrotum entered her body, trying my hardest to get a look at the condition of my beleaguered nut. Even if she didn’t castrate me, I would almost certainly shooting blanks from now on; having my testicle mashed around like a wad of chewing gum couldn’t be good for my fertility. I screamed and sobbed, thrashing about as she twisted through her climax.

She finally expelled me from her, and my gonad miraculously started to reinflate into a mostly-intact, albeit a bit out of round, orb. As it expanded, each tiny shift in its geometry brought a sharp, spine-straightening twinge of pain. I bucked in pain and sobbed softly until the process was finished.

“That...That was incredible.”

She bathed in the glow of her orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breasts and legs and cunt coated in a thin sheen of sweat. She crawled up next to me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“I’m so glad I didn’t neuter you earlier, I...I never would have had the chance to feel that. It’s pretty amazing, I could. I’ll give you a few minutes to cool down, maybe let that little guy puff up a bit more. I’ll be back in a bit when I’m ready to go again.”

“...Again?”

She grinned evilly at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not putting you back inside my pussy today. I could tell that was a lot for you, and I don’t wanna wear you out so soon. But I’ve got a few other things I’ve always wanted to try out with a willing partner. I’ll let you nap for a bit now though.”

I groaned internally as she left me alone, closing the door behind her.

---

“Here, drink this.”

The fluorescent light switched on, burning through my eyelids. I must have somehow fallen asleep through the ballpain. My mouth felt like a barn, parched and sticky from my screams, and I gulped down the glass of ice water eagerly as she she moved between my legs. The pain was slowly returning as I stirred awake, rippling through my body from my crotch. I looked down, horrifyingly fascinated with what pussy squeezing had done to my babymaker.

It was almost the size of a grapefruit now, and a dark, disturbing purple. I could see bubbles and bulges in places where she’d put more pressure while cumming. My mind failed to equate the taut fleshy thing below my cock with what how my scrotum was supposed to appear. It looked unreal.

I wasn’t the only one who thought so. “Oh god, it’s huge! I’ve never seen a nut that big, even in your videos!”

Sarah was at the foot of my bed again, looking up at me and holding a wooden cutting board. My eyes grew wide with terror. She gave a sheepish grin, almost reading my mind.

“Don’t worry, I just needed a flat surface. Come on, don’t give me that look. I’m not here to cut your ball off. I didn’t even bring a knife.”

She nestled the board beneath my sagging ballsack, laying my nut laying sideways on the cold wood. 

“I think this will be big enough, but it’s kind of close! I’m actually pretty glad it’s this swollen. I’ll be able to fit both of my feet onto it. It could be kind of difficult for you if I had to balance all of my weight on one foot, on top of a slippery nut.”

My stomach sank in fear. I knew what she was about to do, but I had to confirm.

“Sarah, are you...are you going to step on them?”

She frowned down at me. “Step on it, James. You’ve only got the one ball now, remember? Honestly, I really should have done this before when you were totally intact. I hope you can keep me up!”

“Sarah, please…I’m...I’m really badly hurt, and I’m worried if you put your weight on it, I’ll...it’ll pop.” I looked up at her teary eyed, and she sighed.

“James, what part of ‘Permanent Nutslave’ did you misunderstand?”

I swallowed nervously, not answering her rhetorical question.

“You said I could do ANYTHING, if I didn’t pop your nut. And trust me, it’s NOT going to pop from being stood on! I swear, this thing is indestructible. Now stop shuddering, you’re going to mess up my balance.”

“Sarah, please don’t, it’s..it barely survived being in your pussy, and if you put your weight on it, no no no no NO NO-”

She ignored my cries and stepped up onto me, both feet fitting comfortably over my swollen ball. I felt her sink down, flattening my nut out beneath her weight. The pressure was so great, I could feel the grain of the wood beneath. Every nerve ending from my crotch was screaming up in panic, the veins on my testicle bulging out dangerously. She shifted around, moving her weight from one side of my enormous ball to the other, ensuring that no area was free of the crushing agony.

“Oooooh, that feels….nice. It’s so fun to feel it squishing around beneath my toes.” She slipped a finger between her own legs again, darting inside herself.

“If I shift my weight around...oh shoot, it’s starting to slip!”

“Ngggghhhh…..AAAAAHH!”

My ball bulged out dangerously on the other side of the arch of her foot, and she moved her other foot on top to squash the balloon of flesh. My testicle gave disturbingly little resistance beneath her weight, shifting around like a water balloon to change the new distribution of weight. 

That could not be a good sign.

“Ooh, sorry, it wasn’t slipping. Just...when it squishes around like that, it really feels like it’s going to just slip out, and I really don’t want that. I...It feels pretty securely pinned down now, so I won’t worry about that anymore.”

She ground me around underneath both of her feet, and I spasmed in pain with each readjustment. She seemed intent on distributing her weight evenly all across my babymaker, ensuring that no one area stayed fully pain-free. As soon as I’d get used to the ache in one place, she’d shift her feet and find a brand new bundle of nerve endings to send into agony.

“Phew. Almost done. I’m just gonna give you a couple bounces, ok?”

“NO! No, god no, not ok! I...I mean it, Sarah! I can’t take-”

Sarah hopped up, an almost imperceptible distance. For an instant, she was weightless, and the agonizing, crushing pressure was gone, relieved from my ball for once-

-she landed, a split second later, and my world exploded in pain again. The pressure under her foot felt like someone had driven a fiery stake through my ball.

“Ooh, I felt it squirt around under my feet. I’m gonna need some better bounces, to get the pressure right.”

I couldn’t comprehend her words. My fractured, bruised testicle encompassed my whole consciousness. Not just pain, but horror as I contemplated what my imminent castration would bring.

Bounce. Squish.

My vision went white. No sex, ever. Never going to lose my virginity. I’ll never feel that tight cunt with my cock.

Bounce. Squish.

I dry-heaved, sobbing wordlessly. The pain drove me to hallucinations, grim windows into my nutless future.

Bounce. Squish

Waking up in a hospital bed, doctor leaned over, explaining calmly but sympathetically how they had to remove my testicles. Replacing my nighttime wank with some light reading and a testosterone pill. Explaining to coach why it was perfectly OK for me to play without a cup, since I didn’t have anything to protect between my thighs.

Bounce. Squish-SPULCH.

The arch of her foot compressed my scrotum flatter than ever, surely far beyond a thickness that allowed functionality. I blacked out from the pain, sure of my castration. But when she stepped off of it, I regained consciousness and saw the truth: it had squirted out from underneath her feet at the last second, still bearing the brunt of her jump but not rupturing completely. I was still a man, although the agonizing pain in my crotch told me I might not be a particularly functioning one.

“Wow, that last one...that really didn’t sound good. I can’t believe it didn’t pop!”

She stepped down and squatted between my legs, rolling my ballsack around in her hand. The fractured mush from its former brother didn’t hurt anymore; her abuse must have finished killing all the nerves in it. If it had been fixable, it certainly wasn’t anymore. My right ball still ached terribly, but it didn’t feel as bad as my left ball did right after she popped it. She’d hurt me, badly, but I wasn’t neutered.

“Sarah, God, I...I need to go to a hospital.”

She ignored me, and leaned down between my legs, inspecting her handiwork.

“I really did a number on this poor guy, didn’t I?”

You think?!

She held my nut up, inspecting it closely.

“It’s not ruptured just yet, but... You weren’t planning on having kids anytime soon, right?”

I leaned back and groaned, too busy focusing on staying conscious and fighting the pain to answer with words.

“Just saying, your chances of fathering anyone in the near term don’t look particularly great.”

I heaved sputtering breaths through gritted teeth, my eyelids fluttering.

“I’m...I know, Sarah.”

“Honestly though, I’m pretty impressed it held out! I really thought you were right about it being too damaged from being inside me.”

I blinked. “You...You expected to pop it?”

“I didn’t though, right?”

“But, you promised…you promised you wouldn’t break it.”

Her hand thunderclapped against my testicle, and my voice cut off from pain once again.

“No harm, no foul James. You’ve still got your nut, and I’ve still got a couple more techniques I’m eager to try out on you, so you’re still my slave! And honestly, at this point I’m really convinced your ball can survive anything.”

I was much less confident, but I couldn’t respond. She gave me another nut slap, and my eyes rolled back into my head once again as I lost consciousness.

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I awoke to the relatively mild pain of my orb being rolled around in its sack. Between my legs, Sarah was gently washing my nut off in a small pot of warm water. For the first time, she didn’t seem to be actively trying to cause me pain, but even her gentlest touches sent jolts up pain from my bruised organ.

“Had to wash this off before the next bit. I should’ve thought this through more; I don’t want to taste a ball covered in dirt.” She shrugged. “Hard to plan things out in the heat of the moment.”

Taste.

My eyes shot wide open.

“Sarah, you...you can’t…”

“Oh, but I can.” I could feel her warm breath on my sack as she got closer. She grinned up at me.

“Your jaws, they’re...you’ll…” I sobbed. “They’re too strong!”

“I’m not going to bite full force on it, dummy. I’m pretty sure I could pop a perfectly healthy nut that way, and yours is...far from perfectly healthy. I’ll be careful, trust me.”

Hard to trust a girl who just attempted to castrate me. But I knew I had no choice; my hands were still tightly bound above me. She brought her lips down to my scrotum and gave my last nut a wet kiss. I inhaled sharply as she parted those lush lips, sucked my gonad between and maneuvered it to the side of her mouth, bulging her cheek out like a chipmunk.

Then she bit. Hard.

Maybe she hadn’t been lying. Maybe this wasn’t full force. Maybe, if she actually tried as hard as she could, my ball would already be liquid, instead of bisected by her molars, half of its volume bulging out through her cheek, the other half pressing against her tongue. 

Maybe.

I bucked back again, hyperventilating as she manipulated my organ around in her mouth, prodding one side with her tongue, rolling it around in front and testing her incisors on the back, and the bottom, and the middle, and the meaty nerve-filled lump on the back.

“Mmmmmfff…”

My ball was big enough to muffle her words, but I grasped her meaning. She was loving this. Another moan of appreciation drifted up from between my legs, and my eyes watered as she leaned back, testing the tensile strength of my nutcords. 

“Sarah....NnnngggAAUGH-”

Her eyelids fluttered at my futile squeaks. She rolled my babymaker between her canines, and her pointy teeth dug in even deeper than her front teeth had. Another bruise broke out as she forced tightly packed nutcords apart, rearranging the insides of the organ that housed my masculinity. I blacked out again for a minute.

Finally, she spat me out, and I looked down between my legs groggily. For a second, I thought my second ball had somehow been repaired, but I finally got my head settled and the double vision cleared. I got a view of the nauseating mess she’d made of my nut.

It was still intact...ish. But it was almost entirely flattened at this point, and deep indentations from her teeth pockmarked my scrotum. My nut felt like a juiced orange, all the way through. Between the tiny breaks in its outer shell and the massive internal damage, the organ between my legs was just a hair away from explosive disintegration.

“Well, I’m...I’m almost done for the day, I think.”

Almost.

“Sarah…I can’t take...” My voice cracked.

“This last one’s optional.” She smiled, and I swore I saw a sympathetic glint in her eye.

Optional? Why would I ever opt for this?

“No teeth, no stomping, no pain. Just me on top, and you inside.”

No, she couldn’t mean...Normal sex?!

Was this another fakeout? Another long con, where she fucked with my head and left me shooting streams of cum down my throat? She sat down on my chest, her knees spread apart. Her breasts hung down, her creamy underboob curving perfectly against her belly, each beautiful mound tipped with a dark brown nipple. She scooted back, rubbing my cock against her asscheeks, and smiled as I started to harden. Even through the pain, I was hungry for her pussy. Could the offer be...real?

But it was a moot point; the ground-up hamburger that was my testicle certainly couldn’t manage to produce a load in the state it was in now. Even if I wasn’t already castrated, I knew I couldn’t manage an erection, and if I didn’t go to a medical professional soon-

Twitch.

For fuck’s sake.

Both of us watched, me in horror and Sarah in fascination, as my cock decided to prove just how functional it was. The fact was, Sarah was still...Sarah. Impish smile, blonde hair, taut ass, dripping wet shaved pussy…

Twitch. My cock jumped again.

“I’ll...take that as a yes?”

It’s a trick…

I couldn’t think about that. Warmth had started to flood up my body from my groin as old jerk-off fantasies started to invade my mind. Why was I hesitating? Sarah was literally OFFERING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME! I needed this. I closed my eyes to hide the tears of pain still streaming down, and nodded slowly. 

I deserved this.

I was finally going to fuck Sarah.

My cock was fully hard by now, bobbing perpendicular to me. Sarah put her knees on either side of me, straddling me but keeping herself far enough off the ground so my cock wasn’t quite touching her pussylips. Slowly, she lowered herself down, until her lips kissed my oversensitive and precum-slid tip. It responded appropriately with another clear spurt.

“How long have you been dreaming of this, James?”

“So...So long. Ever since...ever since we hit puberty, I’ve fantasized about this.”

She was smiling, so sweet, so close to taking my virginity, her lips spreading around my tip…

“Me too.”

Shlick

She slid down onto me. That slick warm tightness, the same that had almost castrated me earlier today, gripped every inch of my throbbing member. It was Nirvana, an absolute orgasmically tight grip. I almost came right away, but managed to hold back just barely in the heat of her perfect pussy.

And that was only the first plunge.

Sarah lifted herself up and impaled herself on my cock again, her eyes rolling back as she squeaked adorably. She lost her balance a bit this time, falling farther down my cock than she intended, losing her balance a bit as she fell backwards onto my-

Oof.

Her tight butt flattened my nut out, and I was abruptly reminded of what her previous work had done to me. Despite my cock’s eagerness, my manhood was still on the verge of permanent sterility, and her weight slamming into my ball did not help. An icy nauseating grip of ballpain shot through me again, and I tried to appeal for mercy.

“Oh, Sarah…”

Slam. Squelch.

“Oh, James!-”

Another lift, another thrust another slam of her butt into my ball. Another squelching, flattening pain.

“Holy fuck, your cock is….” Her mouth was half-open, her eyebrows knitted in pleasure. “So...fucking...GOOD! We should’ve done this-”

Slam. Squelch.

“-YEARS ago!”

My vision disappeared, but the pain and pleasure continued. Each tight, pleasurable thrust of my cock was paired with a nauseating, damaging squelch in my sack. She was literally fucking my ball to death.

“SARAH!”

“JAMES!”

She came noisily, eyes rolling up into her head, loins quivering in beat with her clenching. My cock finally succumbed, and we both gasped as I shot hot spurt after spurt deep inside her. It was my first cumshot inside a girl.

I finally wasn’t a virgin. And despite her violent humps, my ball still felt intact. Tender jaw-clenchingly painful, cold and hot and twisted tight inside in ways it shouldn’t be, but still intact. I was still a man, technically.

“Oh Sarah, I thought you were going to…”

Shlick. She lifted herself up, and cum spilled out of her pussy, coating the sides of my cock. I’d never shot a load that huge while masturbating. She didn’t seem quite ready to leave my cock entirely. Her cunt still wrapped tightly around the top half of my cock, which was oddly still hard. If I was masturbating, I would have been flaccid and mopping up the floor by now. What was going-

SHLICK. THUMP. squelch

She slammed back down onto my cock, mashing my ball flat again. My eyes bulged with pain.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, James.” She smiled down wickedly at me. “That stuff I slipped into your water earlier should finally be kicking in, so you’re going to have...a bit more lasting power than normal. And we’re not going to stop until I say so.”

She clenched her pussy around my cock, and it responded in kind, plumping and erecting to fill the tight cavity around it. I was still hypersensitive from my recent orgasm, but whatever she had given me kept me erect despite. Slowly, she lifted herself up, almost to the tip of my iron-hard member.

“No, Sarah, don’t-”

THUMP. Squelch

She wriggled her ass on top of my nut, grinning at my pain even as I felt her pussy clench me tight.

THUMP. Squelch

“It’s like a nice cushion for my butt now. So soft, so squishy…”

THUMP. Squelch

My only reply was a warbling shriek.

She settled into a rhythm again, busting my ball with her tight buttcheeks as she used me for pleasure. The pain left me drifting in and out of consciousness, her rhythms pumping my barely-intact testicle apart. She was more consistent than during our first coupling, and her butt slammed into my nut more accurately. I suspected it was intentional this time, and I knew my ball couldn’t survive another onslaught like this. I could only hope she satiated herself soon.

Luckily, she was enjoying my torture immensely, and her second climax didn’t take long. She collapsed onto me, pussy clenching my cock, her breasts pressing against my chest as she ground her wetness on top of me. She gave me a sweaty kiss through her convulsions, and my cock gave a twitch inside her. For a moment, she wasn’t busting me; she just lay there, her tight slick pussy holding me tight, clenching and squeezing my twitching cock. I felt another surge pulse through my groin. My eyelids started to flutter as my ball pulled up in my sack once again…

I’d never cum twice in a row before, but whatever drug Sarah had slipped me really did its job. That familiar rush of sensation started up again as my cock prepared to shoot another load. But my testicle had been drained dry, and that satisfying, warm gushing relief of an orgasm never arrived. It was trying desperately to pump out jizz from a plum that had already been drained dry; the resulting dry load felt like someone scraped a fingernail along the inside of my cock.

Sarah smiled down imperiously, slowly leaning back onto my testicle, increasing the pressure, adding more ballpain to my painful orgasm.

“Not much left in this one, is there?”

I shook my head weakly. “You...you emptied me, completely. I...I can’t…”

She rolled her eyes scoffed. “That’s all I’ve heard from you since we started this. Oh, Sarah, I can’t...I won’t...I don’t have any jizz left. My ball’s about to pop, it can’t take anymore...Waaah! So much whining. Look, that pill doesn’t magically give you more cum, but it will keep you hard for a lot longer. I’m not done with you.”

“Sarah, I mean it, it can’t - I can’t - IT’S GOING TO POP!”

She ignored me and lifted herself up wordlessly, grinning down at me. She came down, no hands to support her, nothing to break her fall onto my cock, all of her weight pressing down backwards into my flattened nut...

But this time, my intuition had been right.

Squick.

Whatever had still been intact in my nut gave way. My scrotum finally provided no resistance. My ball ruptured explosively beneath her asscheeks, and I cried out in pain and loss as the pain started to crescendo.

She had castrated me.

My grip on reality loosened, the trauma of a second ruptured testicle overwhelming my consciousness. On top of me, Sarah’s mouth formed an O in surprise, then a devious grin, then another orgasmic half-smile as she continued humping me. My cock stayed rock-hard inside her even as she squished the pulpy remains of my manhood beneath it.

“Oh...oh my god.”

Her expression softened into sympathy as she realized what she had done, but she didn’t stop her ride. The room started to go dark, and my mouth tasted metallic and stuffy.

No sex...No kids...No...erections?

How...how was I still hard? Was that pill somehow was keeping me up through the trauma?

Or maybe...maybe something was still functional in my sack. Maybe I had just the slightest hope of recovering my sex life.

“Sarah...the hospital, I need-”

She cut me off with a vigorous hump, and another painful squick echoed out beneath her asscheeks.

“So much for being my long-term nutslave. At least one of us should enjoy what’s probably going to be -mmf- your last erection, James,” She growled hungrily.

“I just hope this was as good for you as it is for me.”

Sarah sped up her tempo, gripping my member inside her, and I felt her pussy start to clench hard again as she slammed down wetly and I passed out at last.