The Royal Bootycall (Goblin Ballbusting Chapter 2)

Hey Everyone!

This is a continuation of my previous story, "Teamwork Makes The Balls Hurt."

This chapter has more worldbuilding/sex and isn’t as completely focused on ballbusting as my previous stories, but don’t worry, our protagonist’s testicles still receive a few good smacks.

I’ve been wanting to make my own little sexy fantasy world, so I hope you all enjoy! Any feedback is welcome!

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“*Ooh fuuuck … w-wait … ghhh … m-my pussy can’t take any more* …”

Although the human stopped mid thrust, his cock continued to jolt inside Cuxee. Four … five … six more shots of semen were fired into her already flooded cunt. After his eight previous orgasms, there simply just wasn’t any room for more cum, which leaked out of her and around his dick.

Though sore and tired, Cuxee still accepted this extra load with a lustful growl, wrapping her green legs around Triston’s waist. Her body started shuddering the instant she felt that glorious sensation of his penis pumping its seed in her pussy. The goblin’s grip around him tightened even more as she came with him, attempting to squeeze out even more of that delicious sperm.

After a long and exhausting day of running a kingdom, it felt so damn good to just relax with a good, hard *fuck*. It was a stressful job having to keep track of so many things at once. There was no way she would have been able to stay sane without all this sex, or, more specifically, sex with Triston.

She was so lucky to have this magnificent specimen of a human in her life, for she had a terrible curse. She had something women of her kind would never even wish on their worst enemy: a cum fetish.

Truly, it was one of the greatest misfortunes that could befall a goblin, male or female. Uniquely, goblin males have a rather odd reproductive cycle. Since their testicles produce semen so slowly, they’re only capable of becoming erect and having an orgasm once a year. And even then, that orgasm doesn’t result in a very large ejaculation. However, to compensate for this, their semen is much more “potent” relative to other species, in that even a single drop from a goblin male was almost always guaranteed to result in pregnancy, resulting in creampies never being done unless a couple was actively trying to get pregnant.

These three facts were a devastating combo to Queen Cuxee Keth, who loved creampies above all else. Everything about cum turned her on: the taste, the smell, the feel of it leaking out of her, the sight of it shooting from a cock, all of it was wonderful. Fake cum was cheap and plentiful, sure, but it didn’t at all compare to the real thing.

Thus, she had found herself in a predicament. She wanted to fuck regularly, and wanted to be completely covered/filled with cum regularly. Goblin men could provide neither of these things, so she turned to a human to fulfill her desires. It was a simple arrangement: she’d let him stay at her castle one week a month and all he had to do in exchange was bang her senseless whenever she wanted.

The human she was currently having sex with was not your average human, however. Although the circumstances of their first meeting had not been sexual (or, indeed, very happy at all) it almost seemed like a match made in heaven. Triston Ballinger had, as Cuxee put it: “testicles worthy of a god.” Nearly every person that was familiar with them agreed, albeit for different reasons. Some loved their large size, some loved how squishy they were when they slammed a foot between his legs, and some, like Cuxee, loved how much damn cum they could make. Even the legendary cumshots of the crocodilian Imcon race seemed tiny in comparison. Not only was each of his loads more than thrice the size of the average human, but his balls somehow seemed to be able hold more cum than should be possible for their size. She had done the measurements herself, it just didn’t make any sense.

Of course, she wasn’t complaining, and neither was Triston. The ability to cum twenty or so times back to back was draining, yes, but the goblin monarch was more than willing to do all the work herself if need be. To say that the queen had a high sex drive would be like calling the ocean “a little damp.” More than once he had been so utterly exhausted from their sessions that he had fallen half asleep, only for her to keep riding his cock for another hour or four.

Tonight, however, Cuxee was the one that needed a break.

“*I-I … ha, ooh … c-cum … guuhh … p-p-pull o-out*,” she whimpered into his ear. Despite her love of receiving a nice hard dicking, there was only so much she could take at once. Afterall, it could get a little hard to breathe when you’re moaning and gasping nonstop for nearly three hours straight.

Triston obeyed her command without complaint, slowly sliding his dick out of her. The still half hard member twitched as it escaped from the tight prison, giving one last small spurt that splashed against her clit. It was rare for her to be the one to tap out first, but he was thankful. Climaxing so many times in such a short timespan had the unfortunate side effect of leaving him so sensitive it almost started to sting a little. Honestly, he likely would have collapsed had he had to have gone much longer.

“Gods, Cuxee.” He fell beside her on the bed, panting like he had just run a marathon. “I don’t think you realize how much work this is.”

Trying to catch his breath, he took a moment to admire the queen in the soft candlelight. After spending a good view seconds staring at her perky breasts, he followed the swirling, wavy tattoo that ran from her four fingered left hand to her shoulder. She might have green skin, long ears, and sharp teeth, but damn was she beautiful to him. As always, he was especially captivated by her eyes. The yellow slitted pupils surrounded by a light blue sclera always seemed to lock him into a trance when he looked into them.

“Oh shush, you know you love it,” she replied with a cock-drunk smile, pushing his long hair aside. Too fatigued to rub herself, she also worked her eyes down his sweaty, nude body. He might not have green skin, long ears, or sharp teeth, but by the goddess he was sexy to her. As always, she was especially captivated by his big, bouncy balls, which always seemed to lock her into a trance when she watched them move around in the sack. The only thing that she disliked about him right now was his penis. A half-erect dick was completely unacceptable, they still had a few hours of free time left. It just wouldn’t do. So, looking up at the other goblin in the room, she motioned to his crotch, “Brul, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course, your majesty,” replied the servant, stepping forward. Being one the castle’s maids came with many responsibilities, but Mirx Brul was proud to serve her queen faithfully, having been by her side since her coronation. She felt so honored to have her ruler’s trust, serving as Cuxee’s unofficial confidant on personal matters, knowing things about her that even her advisors didn’t. The most significant of these secrets was, of course, the queen’s scandalous relationship with Triston.

So, removing her gloves, Mirx climbed onto the bed, grabbed his cock, and began licking all over. The human immediately began moaning, squirming softly under her as she lapped up both his cum and the queen's juices. Her other hand, meanwhile, cupped and rolled his balls, kneading them a good bit harder than necessary (it was her belief that to truly drain a pair of nuts, you had to get a little rough with them).

“Ah fuck, Mirx,” he gasped, “slow down a little. I’m still really sensitive.”

The maid ignored him and kept her rhythm. Although being the royal fluffer was not a part of her job description, Mirx didn’t mind. It was fun to play with a human dick and balls, and his cum tasted nice. But what she really loved about Triston’s nightly escapades with the queen was what came after: cleaning off Cuxee.

The monarch was almost always *covered* in cum by the night’s end, and tonight was no exception. White liquid coated her face, neck, tits, and stomach, not to mention the river of semen currently flowing out of her cunt. A shower could wash most of it off, but Cuxee preferred a method of cleaning that was a bit more hands-on (or, more accurately, mouth-on).

This was what Mirx looked forward to at the end of every month. Though she bathed the queen every night, taking her time to thoroughly clean every last inch of Cuxee’s body twice over, this was the only time Mirx truly got to *fuck* her ruler. Just the thought of getting to run her tongue all over Cuxee’s body, licking all the cum off her face, breasts, and ass was enough to leave her *dripping* wet. And when the queen pushed Mirx down between her legs, it was …

Well … let’s just say the goblin always found herself *very* happy she had applied to become a maid all those years ago. Even now, she found her eyes locked to her majesty’s pussy.

“Aww … *FUCK*, I needed this!” Cuxee stretched with a sigh, basking in the afterglow of her dozenth orgasm tonight. Her pussy was *aching*, simultaneously begging for a break and begging for more cock. She compromised by absentmindedly rubbing her clit, smearing semen all over her vulva in the process.

“I c-could tell, when you were riding me I was wor- ah!” Triston breathed in between moans, gasping as Mirx swirled her tongue around his cockhead, “I-I was worried you were gonna rip my dick off, riding me so f-fast.”

“Oh? Is that why you kept making those funny little moans?”

“No, that’s cause you kept slamming your ass into my nuts.”

“Ah, heh, sorry ‘bout that. Kinda hard not too though, when you got a butt like this.” She rolled onto her side and tapped her own green ass, making it ripple.

“And balls as big as these.” Mirx chuckled, coming up for air.

“It’s a blessing and a curse,” he agreed. Whenever Cuxee was in control, his nuts rarely escaped without a few solid thumps, whether it be from her ass, or from her jerking him off at a thousand miles per hour. This by itself wouldn’t be *that* bad, had his testicles not already been smacked around multiple times earlier in the day. (His balls were *still* a little sore from that “prank” Mirx and Noxi had pulled last month.)

“They’re a blessing for me, in any case,” she replied, wiping the cum off her face. With a deep sigh, the goblin laid back into her pillow. “Thank you for coming this week, by the way. I know you said you were busy.”

It took a moment for Triston to respond, being too focused on the other goblin assaulting his cock with her tongue. “It’s fine. It wasn’t anything important. Besides, I needed a break from my studies.”

“I know how that feels,” Cuxee agreed, “this past week’s been really stressful. I haven’t had a chance to relax, and it's not like I have anyone else I can talk to about this stuff aside from you and Brul.”

“What happened?”

The queen hesitated for a brief second, frowning slightly. Mirx halted her blowjob mid head bob, not wanting to be rude.

“... Alma sent another letter …”

“Oh …” He frowned with her. All he really knew about Alma was that she had been harassing Cuxee for years, and was some kind of countess (or, as Cuxee called her, a cuntess.) She never really spoke about it, but they clearly had some kind of history (a romantic history, if he had to guess). Mirx said they had been friends when they were kids, but beyond that the maid didn’t know much either.

“What did it say?”

“I dunno, I threw it in the fire as soon as I saw the name.”

“Ah … shit. So that’s the, what, twenty-eighth letter this year?”

“Twenty-ninth, there was another one last week. I had hoped that just ignoring her would be more effective than telling her to fuck off, but apparently not. I mean … it’s just … why can’t she understand that we're through!?”

It was rare for Triston to see Cuxee actually get angry, she was usually so calm (unless she was horny). Though curious to know more about what had happened between the two, he didn’t want to risk making her more upset, so he didn’t ask.

“I’m sure she’ll move on eventually. Any attention you give her is just going to make her more obsessive.”

“Ughh,” the queen groaned, “I know, I know … you’re right … I just wish she’d … she’s so …” Taking a deep breath, she forced her frown into a smile with a clap of her hands. “You’re right. Forget about her. We’re here now, without her, and that’s all that matters. Speaking of which: Brul, how we looking down there?”

“Hm? Oh!” Mirx looked back down at the now fully erect cock in her hands. She’d never admit it, but no matter how many times she saw it, she was always amazed how fast he could get hard again. Were all humans like this? “He’s ready, your majesty, but I thought you said you couldn’t go anymore?”

“I said my *pussy* can’t take anymore. My *ass* can.”

“Ha, well, you’re doing all the work this time,” Triston said, still tired. Despite his cock’s impressive stamina, the rest of his body was rarely able to keep up. Fortunately, this didn’t bother Cuxee whatsoever. Wiping the last few drops of cum off her face, the queen quickly shifted to kneel between his legs. Wasting no time, she grabbed his dick out of Mirx’s mouth.

“I’ll take over from here Brul, thanks. Why don’t you take a break?”

The maid nodded, licking her lips. In an instant, her soaked panties were removed and thrown onto the floor. Cuxee was too greedy to let her ride his cock, but there was something else she could ride. Hiking up her dress, she moved to plant her ass directly on Triston’s handsome face.

“Eat up, big boy!” She giggled, wiggling her hips as she got comfortable. He obeyed, and within moments Mirx was moaning. Though she wasn’t as turned on by this compared to when Cuxee went down on her, he was still pretty good. At the very least, it was a nice appetizer.

After a few seconds of licking Mirx’s clit, Triston could feel a warm liquid being rubbed over his dick. Though he couldn’t see, he recognized it as lube (a goblin invention). Given their size difference, as well as how tight she was, they needed quite a bit of it. They only really did anal when Cuxee was particularly frustrated/horny and needed to unwind. Considering the letter, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be done here for at least a few more hours.

So, like the selfless hero he was, he accepted his fate as the pair of goblins rode his face and cock long into the night …


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“*Oooh, dontstopdontstopdontstop- aah*!” The queen shivered as another orgasm rocked her. Running her hand through her maid’s hair, she leaned back against the shower wall, her hips bucking slightly. Her voice shuddered as the wave of pleasure from her clit slowly died down, “I-i-is t-that all of i-it?”

With a gulp, Mirx swallowed her mouthful of cum. “I think so,” she said directly to the queen’s pussy. Wanting to confirm, she rubbed her middle finger down Cuxee’s slit and slid it inside. Removing it, she found a single tiny drop of semen, which she licked off. Pulling the monarch closer, she looked up with a grin. “I should go again though, just to be sure.”

Cuxee moaned a reply. What exactly she said, Mirx didn’t know, as her head was already buried between the queen’s legs. Said queen began trembling as yet another orgasm began rising. Though Triston usually left her more than satisfied, these extra couple orgasms were always a nice way to end the night. Afterall, nothing helped her relax after cumming fifty times back to back like cumming another five times back to back.

Mirx, on the other hand, was the opposite of relaxed. Between the sound of her queen’s moans, the pressure of her thighs wrapped around her head, and, most importantly, the taste of the other goblin’s cunt, she was getting close to cumming again herself.

Her left hand reached behind Cuxee, grabbing a handful of her ass. Her other hand, as usual, was trying to decide whether it should be squeezing the other cheek, or reaching down between her own legs. Unable to make up its mind, it settled on reaching up to cup one of the queen’s breasts.

Triston, meanwhile, was content to just lay in bed and listen to the moans coming from the shower (another goblin invention). He usually joined them, but tonight he was too tired to get up. His legs, tongue, balls, and dick were all completely exhausted. Though he had no doubt the pair could wring another load out of him if they really tried, he just couldn’t go anymore tonight. All he wanted to do now was sleep.

“That letter must have really upset her,” he thought. She hadn’t fucked him that hard in quite a while. Come to think of it, their sessions had been getting progressively longer and more intense over the last few months. Indeed, with every letter Alma sent, Cuxee seemed to get hornier. She denied it, but he knew this horniness was her way of her letting out her anger. At this rate, he was getting worried she might *actually* break his dick riding him so hard. That, or break his nuts with her ass (that is, if another goblin lady didn’t break them first).

Triston also noticed that she had been drinking more than usual. Granted, she already drank wine at a level that would be fatal for a human, but lately she had been having the stronger stuff more and more. Something in those letters must have seriously bothered her.

It was in this train of thought that Mirx found him when she came out of the shower, tying back her blue hair. He was still sprawled out in the same position she had left him. Looking up at the stars from the balcony, she found the night halfway over. Walking over to the bed, she prodded him to move. He gave no response, prompting her to give him a shove.

“Come on, Triston. We gotta get up really early tomorrow for the banquet, so you’re gonna have to sleep in your room tonight.”

“Ugh,” the human groaned, “this bed is more comfortable though.”

“Too bad. Now get up, I have stuff to do.”

“Carry me."

Mirx opened her mouth to give a sassy retort, only to be cut off by the human beginning to fake snore. She did not have time for this. As handsome as he was, he could be a little bit of a pain in the ass sometimes.

So, raising her hand, she decided to respond by being a pain in the balls.

*~Slap~*

“*OW*!”

Even without her already being an expert at smacking his balls, at this angle there was no way she could have missed. The goblin’s palm smacked dead center into his left nut, which had been resting above its twin in their sack. The tips of her fingers, meanwhile, swiped across said twin, sending a nearly equally sharp pain through it.

Triston instantly sat up to cup his groin. Mirx hadn’t put much force behind her attack, but that smack *stung*.

“I was just joking!” He coughed with a wince.

“Ah damn, sorry!” She chuckled at his overreaction. “I always forget how much weaker human balls are!”

“Now sure how, considering you and Noxi hit me like thirty times a day,” he grumbled under his breath. Just once he would have loved to go a whole day without getting his nuts cracked.

“It’ll be thirty-one if you don’t get up.”

“Alright, alright! Damn.”

With this, he begrudgingly got up and grabbed his clothes off the floor, receiving a playful spank from Mirx for bending over. Opening the balcony door, he shivered at the cold sea air as he grabbed onto the hidden ladder that led to the balcony below. Though it was too dark to see the rungs, he’d used it enough to not need to see. Cuxee had had it secretly put there to make it easier for Triston to sneak into her room after one of the guards had caught him attempting to gain access to her chambers one night. He was already disliked by most of the castle’s guards; it was better to play it safe and avoid being seen near her chambers at all.

Noxi, one of the other maids, always woke and dressed him in the morning. Usually he slept with Cuxee, but given the banquet tomorrow, he couldn’t risk Noxi coming to his room early and finding it empty. So, climbing off the ladder into his own chambers, he collapsed onto the bed. Noxi saw him naked every morning anyway, so, not even bothering to put on his clothes or get under the covers, he fell fast asleep.


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The sun had only just begun to rise when he was woken by the sound of seagulls on the balcony. His body was still tired, but at least he had managed to get a few hours of sleep. If he hadn’t been required to attend the banquet he likely would have just stayed in bed; he had never cared for such formal events. It’s not like he ever did much beyond just stand around, the snobby foreign upper class and/or royal attendants generally didn’t care much to interact with a random human commoner. Noxi hadn’t arrived yet though, so he could rest in bed for a little bit longer.

At least, that’s what Triston had hoped. No sooner had he closed his eyes than there came a quiet, muffled sound from the foot of the bed, which was quickly repeated twice more. His brain had barely registered it when he realized there was something touching his leg.

No, not his leg. *Between* his legs.

It was … poking at his dick?

Yes, it was tapping along the shaft down to the tip.

Now fully awake, he worried that he had left the balcony door open and a mosquito had gotten in and was biting at his genitals.

Quickly pushing himself up on his arms and turning around, he found that it was, in fact, not a mosquito, but a giggling goblin woman.

A goblin woman who currently had both hands clasped together above her head.

*~Smack~*

It always shocked Triston how strong Noxi was despite her small stature. What she lacked in muscle, she more than made up for with the sheer speed at which she struck. He hadn’t even had time to blink before her gloved, clasped fists came down with the force of a hammer, pancaking his left ball against the mattress. Despite the cushioning, that all-too-familiar pain still exploded from his groin like a bomb.

The momentum of his hands flying to his nuts flipped him onto his back, giving him a clear view of Noxi laughing hysterically. He scooted away, knees raised to his chest. She was lucky he hadn’t been sleeping on his back, as he likely would have reflexively kicked her straight in the face.

“HA HA! GOTCHA! APRIL JEWELS!” She pointed at his face, her head thrown back.

“It’s *May*…” Triston grunted through his teeth. Noxi always, without exception, managed to “prank” him with a ballbust every single morning, but she (usually) at least let him get out of bed first.

“YUP! That’s the prank! You totally fell for it!”

“W-what? That doesn’t make any-”

Her shrieking laughter cut him off. His ears begged him to cover them, but he was too busy cupping his crotch to heed their request. Knowing she always took several minutes to stop laughing, he curled into a ball to nurse his testicles and the waves of ache coming from them. It was a routine he had long since gotten used too. The pain never lessened, but he got better at handling it with every visit. At least today he wasn’t on the floor.

After what felt like an eternity, the out of breath maid came down from her giggles. She never got tired of pranking him. He was so much more fun to bust than goblin men. The funny noises and faces he made were just so hilarious. He must agree, she thought. Why else would he have been sleeping in the nude if not to give her the perfect target?

Cuxee might have loved his balls for their cum producing abilities, but Noxi loved them for their other odd quirk: they seemed (as far as anyone could tell) virtually unpoppable, yet strangely malleable at the same time. No matter how hard or often they were punched, kicked, squeezed, or stomped on, they stubbornly always re-inflated back to their usual round shape. They might not be very solid afterward, but they always came back from whatever attack was thrown at them, no matter how squishy they got. They did *not* mean they were any less sensitive, however.

Hearing her cackling cease, he slowly sat up, carefully to position his groin away from her. The room seemed to spin a bit as he did so, forcing him to hold onto the bed frame to stand. The one good thing about her laughter was that it prevented her from hitting him again for a bit. Now that she stopped, his nuts were again in danger.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Hehe, ya I’m done!” The maid nodded, her huge smile belying her promise. She clapped her hands, “Now c’mon lazy balls! Let’s get you dressed! C’mon, up up!”

Rolling his eyes at her aggressively positive personality, he did as he was told. Still covering his balls, he awkwardly waddled to the front of the bed. Noxi, having laid his clothes out neatly on the dresser, grabbed his trousers and motioned him forward. He immediately stopped and reached out. She had never done the same “prank” twice in a row, but he wasn’t about to take the chance.

“Nuh-uh, I’ll put that on myself.”

“Oh come on,” she pouted, “you’re still not over that? That was a whole month ago! I barely even bit them that hard!”

“You left tooth marks for three days!”

“Ha ha! Well what did ya expect, waving your wiener in my face like that?”

“I didn’t wa- … Just give it to me.”

Doing her best imitation of a sad puppy, she tossed the trousers to Triston. He could deal with her uppercutting him when she helped him put them on, but those pointy as fuck teeth had left him walking funny for a whole week. She made no attempt at averting her gaze from his balls as he stopped cupping himself, though she stayed put. Still holding on to the bed frame, he cautiously motioned her to begin dressing him, sure that she would sneak in another bust, but relieved that at least his junk wasn’t in the open anymore.

Thankfully, the bouncy goblin didn’t attempt anything as she helped him put on his clothes.

“I still don’t see why this is necessary. I can dress myself,” he said as he stepped into his boots. Truth be told, he would be completely fine with being dressed if the person dressing him was literally any other servant in the castle (an opinion that was shared by *every* male guest).

“We’ve been over this silly! You’re our esteemed guest, and all guests must be treated as if they were royalty!”

“Do goblin royals get hit in the nuts by their maids every single morning?”

“Well, our last three monarchs haven’t had nuts, as far as I’m aware," Noxi replied as she finished tying his shoes. Triston bent forward slightly as she stood up, just in case she tried to headbutt him. She giggled at this, “Oh relax! Why do you always gotta be so paranoid? Now get outta here so I can make your bed!”

He just shook his head in reply. Attempting to walk forward, he found his legs still shaky from nutache, his trousers doing little to prevent his balls from moving around uncomfortably. These dumb formal clothes definitely valued aesthetics over function.

“This is going to be a loooong day,” he thought. He could already tell his junk was going to be unbelievably sore by the end of the week, especially if Cuxee wanted another multi hour session tonight. Plus he had to ride all the way back home on horseback.

Making it to the door with some struggle, Triston comforted himself with the thought that, hopefully, with Mirx and Noxi having to work the banquet, his balls might make it the rest of the day unbusted.

“Oh, Balls, wait! I almost forgot!”

“Hm?” The maid’s voice made him turn. “What is it?”

“I have tomorrow off, so I wanted to give you this today!”

“Give me wha-”

*~WHAM~*

Whether or not she had aimed specifically at his left nut, he didn’t know. All he did know was that the steel toed boot that was currently buried in his groin managed to trap his ball against his thigh, flattening it against his pelvis in a flash of pain.

As he collapsed to the floor, ballsack aching and ears ringing from her shrieks of laughter, he had only one thought. One single question that he often found himself wondering.

Why was it always the left one?