The Tooth Fairy!!

The Tooth Fairy!!

By AskAromatic428

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Don stood in front of the bathroom mirror, ginger hair still damp from his shower, freckles standing out against his pale skin as he brushed his teeth.

The gap where his left canine used to be felt strange every time his tongue found it. Boxing class had been brutal that afternoon—one solid right hook from Marcus and the tooth had gone flying across the mat in a spray of blood and spit.

“Still looks nasty,” she said, nodding at the empty spot. “Watch out for the tooth fairy tonight. She wants more than your teeth. Betty leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that smug little-sister grin already in place.

“Get lost, Betty. The tooth fairy doesn’t exist. It’s just a dumb story parents tell kids so they’ll go to sleep.” Don spat into the sink and wiped his mouth.

She laughed, the sound high and teasing.

“Suit yourself. Don’t come crying to me when she shows up and decides your tiny ballsies look like a better prize.” She pushed off the doorframe and disappeared down the hall, still giggling.

Don rolled his eyes, flipped off the light, and went into his bedroom before climbing into bed. The house settled into its usual quiet. He drifted off quickly, the ache in his jaw a dull background pulse.

It was 2:47 a.m. before his eyes snapped open.

He doesn’t know why he suddenly jolted awake, it felt like someone was in his room. But he didn’t question it. As he looked down he noticed his blanket was pitching a tent.

A raging hard-on tented the sheets, thick and insistent. His 7-inch cock strained against the fabric, the large, low-hanging balls beneath it churned with a 4 day load.

At first he tried to ignore it and go back to bed, but his cock was so erect it almost hurt. So with nothing better to do and sleep clearly not returning anytime soon, Don shoved the covers down, wrapped his freckled hand around his shaft, and started stroking.

Slow at first, then faster, hips lifting slightly off the mattress as pleasure coiled low in his gut. He was halfway to the edge when a tiny, crystalline feminine voice cut through the dark.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Donald.”
Don’s hand froze. His eyes darted around the moonlit room.

Nothing.

Then a soft shimmer of blue light appeared at the foot of the bed, no bigger than a Barbie doll.

The figure resolved into a woman—impossibly small, curvy in every exaggerated proportion, dark blue hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a sparkly blue dress that clung to her hips and barely covered the swell of her ass. Wings like stained glass fluttered behind her.

“Telling people I don’t exist? Denying the magic that keeps the world spinning? That simply won’t do.” The tooth fairy tilted her head, lips curling into a wicked little smile.

Before Don could speak, she flicked two delicate fingers.

Invisible bands of force snapped around his wrists and ankles, yanking them wide and pinning them to the mattress.

He strained; the bonds didn’t give an inch. His cock stood straight up, twitching in the cool air, the heavy balls beneath it fully exposed.

The fairy drifted closer, hovering just above his thighs.

Her eyes locked onto his scrotum.

“Mmm. Look at these,” she purred, voice full of delighted hunger. “Even from down here they look enormous. Bigger than average, aren’t they? Thick, low-hanging, so full…” She reached out with both tiny hands and gave one a gentle experimental squeeze.

Don hissed.

“Perfect targets.” She rose higher, then dropped.

*CRUNCH*

Her dainty heel slammed down onto his left testicle.

The pain detonated through him—white-hot, far worse than any kick he’d ever taken in the ring. Don’s back arched hard against the restraints, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. The fairy’s weight was negligible, yet the magic amplified every ounce of force until it felt like a steel-toed boot driven by a grown man. His left nut throbbed violently beneath her sole.

“Sensitive,” she cooed, grinding her heel for a moment before lifting it. “Good.”

She shifted and stomped the right one just as hard.

*CRUNCHH*

Another explosion of agony. Don’s cock jumped, leaking a thick strand of precum onto his freckled stomach.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

The fairy giggled. Before a brutal idea popped into her head.

With another flick of her fingers, a spiral of blue energy coiled around the base of his scrotum, twisting them slowly, tightly, until the skin stretched shiny and the orbs were forced into an unnatural knot.

*SQUELCHHH*

The pressure was constant, grinding, unbearable.

She punctuated it with sharp little stomps—left, right, both at once—each impact sending fresh lightning up his spine.

*CRACK* *SQUELCHH* *CRUNCHHHHH*

Don thrashed uselessly, muscles corded, freckled chest heaving. Every blow made his cock bounce and leak more. While his balls started swelling and slightly bruising.

“S-shit!! How is she so strong?! My balls are on fire!!!”

After a long minute of relentless torment she rose high into the air, almost to the ceiling. Her dress fluttered up around her hips, revealing the soft curves of her ass.

She locked eyes with him, smiled like a cat about to pounce, and dropped.

“Ready for the finale~?” She says with a sly smile.

In an instant she came crashing down hard in a perfect butt-drop, her plump rear slamming directly onto his twisted, swollen balls. The sound was almost loud enough as it echoed throughout his whole room—

*CRRRRUUUNNCCCCHHHHHHH*

The impact crushed them flat for a split second. Don’s vision went white. His entire body seized.

Pleasure and pain collided so violently that his cock erupted without warning—thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest in powerful spurts while his abused testicles pulsed uselessly under her weight. He came harder than he ever had in his life, every pulse accompanied by another wave of crushing agony.

The fairy stayed seated for a few heartbeats, wiggling slightly to make sure every last drop was milked out of him. Then she floated up, hovering over his still-twitching cock.

With a smile of admiration, she leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive head. Don shuddered hard, a broken whimper escaping him as aftershocks rolled through his body.

His eyelids grew heavy. The bonds dissolved. Consciousness slipped away like water through his fingers. The last thing he could see through blurry vision was the tooth fairy floating towards his drawer and taking the tooth.

Then she was gone, leaving only the scent of ozone and the lingering throb deep in his ruined balls.