Testicle Research Part 20: Caity! The Menace of Testicles

*All characters are aged 18+*

Billy watched nervously as Caity and her friend, that he remembered was called Mary, walked to a table and sat down. Both were wearing short tight dresses that hugged their bodies tightly, pushed out their cleavage enticingly and accentuated their toned stomachs beneath. Mary's was black, Caity's was red. Their dresses ended very high up their thighs, basically revealing all of their strong legs. They were also wearing some menacing stiletto high heels that clicked and clacked on the ground every time they took a step. Billy knew that a kick from those shoes could finish his ball off in it's tender state. His ball was still recovering from the quivering edge of popping.


He looked towards the clock.


**9:51pm**


He looked to Karina on the other end of the room talking with the customer. *She's not even serving her. She's just having a chat with her. Why can't SHE serve Caity?*


"You should head over there," Jen said from behind.


"Jen... I can't," he said frantically. He was clearly wracked with nerves. "She's the one who popped my right ball. What if she pops my other one?"


"That's not my concern. Now go and serve them," she grabbed his ball but held off from squeezing, "or I'll pop it myself."


She let go and pushed him towards the table with Caity and Mary. He knew he had no choice but to serve them. He didn't doubt Jen's threats. But Caity might not crush his ball tonight. *She likes to toy with me. She doesn't know it's my last shift. And she uses my ball to get free drinks. As far as she's concerned, if she pops it she'll have to pay from now on. Still.. she didn't pop my other ball on purpose. She just squeezed too hard. What if that happens again?*


His spiraling thoughts consumed his head as he approached the table.


"ONE NUT!" Caity yelled excitedly.


Mary turned around with a smirk on her face. "Hey One Nut. Remember me?"


"Y...y... yes ma'am. It's Mary right?"


"That's right," Mary said. "Why are you stuttering. Are you scared?"


Billy didn't know how to answer so he just remained silent. Caity spoke instead, "oh, you know why he's scared of me Mary. I popped one of his balls. Which one was it again?"


"The... the right one, Caity."


Caity smirked. "I bet you're pretty scared that I might pop lefty huh?"


"Y....yes Caity."


The girls chuckled. When they calmed down  Caity said, "well, we're celebrating tonight. Mary's got a big promotion at work. So we're having a girl's night out to celebrate. We're gonna have a quiet drink here, then we're gonna hit a club and bust some... I mean, have a dance, haha."


Ever fearful that Caity would reach out and squeeze his ball at the slightest wrong move, Billy said, "congratulations Mary and I hope you both have a good night."


"Thanks, One Nut," Mary said with a giggle.


"Anyway, may I take your order?"


The girls ordered their drinks and Billy went to get them and brought them to the girls. When he arrived back at the table, he looked at the clock.


**9:55pm**


He poured their drinks as Caity asked, "I didn't know you worked this late One Nut. When does your shift end?"


"10pm, Caity."


"That's only 5 minutes from now. We won't have finished our drinks by then. Damn. I guess that means we're going to have to split the bill Mary. We can't coerce any of the waitresses to let us have our drinks for free. They don't have a weakness to exploit."


Billy went to leave. *They don't need me anymore. I can just sit behind the bar for 5 minutes and wait for my shift to be over. My ball will be fine.*


"Hey, where are you going One Nut? Come back here," Caity yelled at him.


He looked towards the bar at Jen, begging her with his eyes for permission to walk away from the table. *I've served their drinks. I've done my job. Please. Let me go.* Jen just looked at him and made a crushing motion with her hand.


Defeated, Billy turned back to the table. Caity then said to him, "we may not be able to use you to get free drinks, but we still have a use for you." The girls looked at each other mischievously before she continued, "Mary needs some practise for something I have planned later tonight and you're going to help her."


"Practise? What do I need to practise?" Mary asked, confused but clearly excited.


"Kicking. I've seen you stomp with those Stiletto's but I haven't seen you kick yet. I wanna see just how hard you can kick."


Billy's mind went into a panic as Mary blushed with a look of arousal on her face. *No! If she kicks me with those shoes, my ball is done for!*


"C'mon, One Nut. Stand in front of Mary. Your shift ends in a few minutes. We wanna use you while we still can."


"Please Caity. I don't want to," he begged.


Caity grabbed his ball hard. "I could always pop your last ball instead."


"NO, NO NO!" Billy yelled in pain and panic. "OK, OK, I'LL LET HER KICK ME!"


"Good boy." She let go of his ball. "Now, stand next to Mary."


Terrified, he stood in front of Mary as she positioned herself on her chair so she had a clear shot at his ball. "Open your legs wide One Nut." She said with a smirk. He did what he was told as Mary rubbed her thighs together. *Please God,* he silently prayed, *spare my ball.*


She lifted her foot up gently, to line up her shot, then brought it back before kicking him in the ball with all her force behind it. SLAMMING the hard Stiletto against his tender teste. He felt his tesicle push inwards at the point of contact but it thankfully didn't pop. He collapsed onto the table craddling his ball as both of the girls laughed.


"That was a perfect kick Mary," Caity complemented.


"Thanks," Mary blushed as they high fived across the table directly above Billy's collapsed form.


"Can..." he groaned, "can I go now?"


"Hmmmmm," Caity looked toward the clock. "It's 9:58pm. You still have 2 minutes left and I wanna play with your ball too. She reached between his hands and pinched his ball between her thumb and forefinger.


"EEEEEE," Billy yelped, "CAITY PLEASE!"


"Here's what's gonna happen. I wanna test my strength. I'm gonna squeeze your ball like this until either the clock strikes 10, or I pop your ball."


"NO NO NO NO NO PLEEEEEEAAAASSSSEE!" billy begged. *I'm so close. Just 2 minutes.*


Caity just laughed and squeezed harder, her fingers pushing the walls of his testicles very deep inwards with ease making Billy scream out in agony. "Your ball feels particularly squishy today One Nut. It's feel like it's taken quite a lot of trauma recently. This should make popping it way easier for me."


As he squealed whilst he felt her fingers sinking deeper into his ball, he thought of that cruel woman who had flicked his ball for a whole hour. He looked toward a giggling Karina on the other side of the room and thought of all her sacktaps. He looked towards the bar and saw Jen watching him and thought about her hard squeeze. He saw Anne come out of the back room to stand behind the bar watching him and thought about her cruel stomps. None of the girls made any effort to intervene or save his ball. They just watched. Smiling. Then, he looked to the clock.


**9:59pm**


*Just one more minute! I'm so close!*


"Oooo," Caity cooed, "It feels like it's gonna pop."


"NO!" Billy screamed.


"YES!" Mary moaned, rubbing her thighs together and biting her bottom lip.


"You want me to pop it?" Caity asked Mary.


"Mm-hmm," Mary nodded.


"PLEASE DON'T! DON'T!" Billy screamed.


Caity squeezed harder and Billy felt the agonising pain of the quiver again. He knew what that meant. He knew what was coming next. The quiver was the sign that his ball was about to pop if more pressure was added.


"Just think," Caity said, "if I pop your ball, you'll never have sex again. Never masturbate again. Never get an erection again. Never orgasm again."


"OH FUCK YEAH CAITY! POP IT!" Mary yelled in obvious arousal. "POP IT! POP IT! POP IT!"


"NOOOOOO!" Billy screamed. "PLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSE!"


"Say goodbye to your ball," Caity said into his ear as she began to squeeze harder.


Billy braced himself for the pop. The pain. The permanent consequences. This was it. He knew his ball was doomed.


GONG **10pm**


Caity let go of his ball, letting him fall to the floor as he felt his ball regain it's shape. *My ball! I still have my ball! It didn't pop!*


"Damn, I really thought I was gonna pop it in time," Caity said casually.


"Aww, Caity," Mary whined, "I was getting so excited for the pop. Why couldn't you have just kept squeezing?"


"I'm a woman of my word. I said I'd stop squeezing when the clock strikes 10."


"You're not a woman of your word at the lab. You always go back on your promise to let men leave your experiments with their balls intact."


"Well, I'm in a merciful mood tonight. What can I say?"


"Oh my god Caity! You're doing this to tease me aren't you? You are such a tease! You know how much I love a good pop!"


"Haha, don't worry girl. There will be plenty of pops to come. Our girls night is just getting started."


Billy wasn't registering anything that they were saying as he craddled his ball on the ground. *My shift is done. I just need to get out of here.*


Depsite the overwhelming pain in his ball, his desperation for his ball's survival motivated him to get up onto his feet and limp towards the front door before any of the girls decided to hurt his ball and potentially finish it off. He didn't want to say bye to any of them. He just wanted to leave. He limped towards the door, pushed it open and walked out into the street.


Despite the pain in his ball, he had never felt more relieved as he took in the fresh air. *I've made it! My ball is safe!*


CRASH!


A young woman travelling at high speed on a bicycle came out of nowhere and suddenly crashed into him. He fell sideways to the ground and ended up falling onto his back with his legs wide open as the woman tried to slow down. The front wheel of her bike grinded against the ground as she squeezed the breaks.


But it was too late.


The front wheel of the bike grinded directly into his ball before it came to a stop. His ball was crushed once again but this time under the entire weight of the bicycle and the woman sitting on it.


He felt his ball flatten and a sickening squelching sound emanated from his scrotum. He felt the quiver for the 3rd time in the space of an hour. And then...


POP!


"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" He let out a blood curdling scream of pain as his ball popped. His last ball. *It's not fair. I made it.*


"Oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" The woman said as she got off her bike and lifted it off his ruined ball.


"YOU POPPED IT! YOU POPPED IT!"


"I popped what?" She asked, worried.


"MY BALL! YOU POPPED MY BALL!"


"Oh thank god." She breathed a sigh of relief. "For a minute there, I thought I'd damaged something important."


"IT WAS IMPORTANT! IT WAS MY LAST BALL!"


She shrugged. "Meh. Still doesn't seem that important to me." She got back on her bike and rode off without giving him a second glance.


He scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket to call an ambulance. When it was called and on it's way, he put his phone back in his pocket and endured the overwhelming pain. *This is worse than the first time.* He wasn't sure if that was because the way his ball was popped this time was just more painful, or if the knowledge that he was now going to be a eunuch made the same amount of pain just feel worse somehow.


As he suffered on the ground, Karina walked out the door and looked at him totally shocked. "Oh my God Uniball! What happened?"


"MY BALL! IT POPPED! IT POPPED!"


"OH MY GOD NO WAY! HOW?"


"A WOMAN ON A BIKE!" He wailed. "CRASHED INTO MY BALL. SHE CRUSHED IT!"


"Pffffffftttt HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOD THAT IS TOO FUNNY! YOU MADE IT THROUGH YOUR SHIFT AND YOUR BALL POPPED AS SOON AS YOU LEFT THE DOOR! THIS IS PRICELESS!" She wiped tears from her eyes as she knelt down. "Now, c'mon. Let me have a look."


"NO!" He didn't want Karina anywhere near his agonised popped ball.


"YES!" She giggled as she pulled his feeble hands away and pulled his trousers and underwear down to reveal a competely deflated and flattened testicle. "Oh yeah that's totally popped. It's basically mush."


"Please! Karina! Just leave me alone. There's an ambulance on it's way. I don't need your help. Please just leave me."


Karina smiled. "Aww c'mon Billy. You just left without saying goodbye. I wanted to give you a parting gift. To remember all the fun times we had together at the wine bar."


He whimpered. "What gift?"


"SACK TAP!" She brutally slapped his popped and flattened ball.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"


Karina broke into a fit of giggles. "It was just one last sack tap. For old times sake. Anyway, good luck at the hospital." She stood up. "I'll messege you later," she said as she turned and walked away.


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"We've got another testicular rupture case." Said one of the female nurses wheeling him down the hallway of the hospital. Every slight tremor of the gurney sending waves of pain through his popped ball.


"Another testicular rupture case?" The female surgeon asked rhetorically. "That's the second one I've had to deal with today. The first guy had both of his testicles ruptured after getting hit from a hockey stick. What happened to this one?"


"This one's had his ball crushed under the wheel of a bicycle."


"Just the one? Well that's good for him then. If I have to remove it at least he still has one left."


"Um... actually... he only has one ball."


"Really?" The surgeon asked, shocked. It was then that she finally looked down at his face and ackowledged him directly for the first time. "Oh, I remember you! I removed your right testicle a few months ago after it ruptured. I never expected to see you again with your other testicle ruptured."


Billy just started crying. *It's not fair. It's not fair.*


"Oh don't cry young man. I'll try my best to save it."


After the nurses wheeled him into the surgery room, they promptly left the room.


"Now let's see what I'm working with." The surgeon lifted up the hospital gown that they had put on him and winced at what she saw. "Oof, sorry young man but that ball is mush. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for it. I have no choice but to remove it."


"Noooooooooo," he sobbed.


The surgeon reached down and started squishing his popped ball between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing her thumb in circles, further liquifying the remnants of his testicle.


"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" He wailed as his mushy testicle was poked and prodded.


"Whoops! Sorry," she said as she withdrew her hand. "I usually wait until I've put the patient to sleep before I do that. I just couldn't help myself. There's just something uniquely satisfying about the feel of a crushed testicle."


Billy couldn't even register her callous words. He was too consumed by the pain.


The surgeon then took out a gas mask and placed it over his mouth. "Just relax," she said as the gas made him drift into a painless sleep.


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Billy awoke in a different room. He was in a hospital bed in what seemed to be his own private recovery room. He couldn't feel any pain down there. After the night of testicular torment he would have been relieved at the end of his pain if it wasn't for the fact that the surgeon had said she was going to remove his ball. Still, he had to check.


He reached down and pulled his gown up, absolutely dreading what he was going to see. *Maybe she didn't remove it,* he thought in a desperate attempt at hope. But when he pulled his gown up and looked at his empty scrotum, all hope was lost. "Nooooooo," he quietly whined. His voice was trembling.


"Ah, I see I don't need to break the news to you then," said a Nurse who walked into the room with a chirpy smile on her face.


"My... my ball..." he said despondently.


"Yes, yes, you've lost your last ball," she said dismissively as she looked at her notepad with his name and surgery details written on it. "Hmmm, y'know... this is quite coincidental. Just earlier today I was telling another patient about his recovery process after having his ruptured balls fixed and now here I am about to tell you the process of your recovery for having your last ball removed. How peculiar is that?" She asked rhetorically.


Billy was dismayed at how casually she was treating the situation. He couldn't think what to say. He just looked at her in disbelief.


"Anyway," the Nurse continued, her smile unwavering, "you should be able to get up and walk around, albeit with some difficulty and discomfort, in a few days. So bedrest is important. We'll discharge you today and arrange for you to be dropped back home. And that's pretty much it. Nothing else to address."


The nurse went to leave without giving him a second glance but Billy stopped her. "Wait! Nurse!"


She turned back around. "What is it Billy?"


"Will.. will I be able to..."


She smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.


"Will I still be able to have a sex life?" He knew that everyone said that if you lose your balls, your sex life is over but he had never heard it from a medical proffesional. He had to ask her. Maybe it was a myth? Maybe there was still hope for him?


The nurse rolled her eyes and walked closer to him. "I'm afraid not Billy," she said with false sympathy. "Without your balls, you won't be able to get erections. At least... that's the case with about 99% of eunuchs. The chances of you being in that small 1% of eunuchs who can is very unlikely." She leaned down, exposing her cleavage. Billy couldn't help but look at the beautiful sight but his penis made no response at all. "And without erections, there's no hope of being able to pleasure yourself, have sex or ever experience that sweet bliss of orgasm ever again. I'm so sorry Billy."


Billy was struggling to hold in tears.


"Aww it's ok Billy. Look on the bright side. You'll never experience the pain of being hit in the balls again. Guys always say that's so painful. That must be a relief right? In fact, I guess it's the only relief you'll be getting now." She let out a light chuckle at her own joke but stopped herself from breaking into a giggle when she noticed how Billy looked at her with a disheartened look in his eyes. "Sorry... bad joke and very ill timed," she apologised.


Billy was more upset than angry at her for making such a cruel and insensitive joke. *She's mocking me,* he realised. And despite all the pain that his balls had been put through, he still wanted them back. Both of them. Or at least just one. He had experienced a lot of pain thanks to his balls. The most extreme pain. But his balls had also given him access to sexual pleasure. If he could, he would have his balls back in a heartbeat even if it meant he'd get his balls busted every day. He just wanted to still feel sexual pleasure.


"Anyway," the Nurse stood up, "I'll leave you to your grief. My shift is about to end and I wanna get home. It's been a busy day and I just wanna lie down in bed and finger myself to a few orgasms." Billy whimpered at the mention of the pleasure she'd be experiencing tonight that he'd never feel again. She then walked towards the door but before she left, she turned to face him and said with a teasing smile, "you'll be in my thoughts."


She left the room, leaving Billy to his misery as he thought about the implications of her parting words. He imagined the nurse masturbating all night whilst he struggled to cope with the loss of his balls. *Why would she say that? Why?* He just couldn't comprehend how so many women could be so cruel towards balls. He thought of his manager's threats to his genitals. His coworkers casual abuse towards his sexual organs. How the customers at the bar had frequently inflicted pain on his most precious parts. He thought of how Caity had popped his right ball and laughed. He thought of how Jen, Karina and Anne had simply watched as Caity was squeezing his ball. How Mary seemed to get HORNY as Caity abused his last testicle. He thought of the woman who had accidently crushed his left ball with her bike and didn't seem to care. And now, the nurse had just gloated to him about how she can experience sexual pleasure whilst he can't. *Why are the women of this town all so cruel? Why don't they care? Why do they all think ball pain and ball loss is nothing but a joke? It's not a joke. My life is ruined.*


BUZZ BUZZ! His phone that was placed on the table beside him broke him out of his thoughts. He reached over to pick it up and saw that he had received a messege from Karina:


*Hey Uniball! How's the ball? Could they save it? Or should I not call you Uniball anymore?*


He messeged her back:


*I've lost it Karina. They couldn't save it. I've lost my ball.*


As he sent the messege he broke down into tears over his loss. Then his phone buzzed again. He read Karina's reply:


*Lol*