Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 39
Chapter 39 – content: >!implied/castration threats, busting with objects!<
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His hand brushed through her hair, the locks shimmering like spun gold in the warm sun. The weight of her head on his chest, the warm sunshine, the soft trill of a sparrow in the tree above them - it all lulled him into a wistful comfort that made his limbs heavy and his mind sluggish. He would be content to just lie like this until he no longer could, but the girl on his chest wanted more.
He felt her hand brush along his breeches, teasing him with light touches. Each pass, her fingers tugged his waistband down a little further, slowly laying him bare. The air felt chilly on his skin, but to his relief, she wrapped her hand around his member. Her caress was slow and comforting and he hummed in appreciation.
She watched him grow in her hand with a smile until her fingers could no longer close all the way around him. Each slow stroke produced a small wet sound that was music to her ears. She tried to go slow but was eager to push ahead.
She slid down along his side until her head was on his thighs. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, but he already missed feeling her weight on his body, her soft chest pressing against him. She looked up at him, her verdant gaze peering past his length to meet his face. It was equal parts mischievous and vainglorious. Her pink tongue peeked out between her lips and she bent him down so she could taste him.
A lick covered his entire length, but it felt wrong. Where her tongue caressed him, his skin hissed and smoked. Pain hit him.
He squirmed and shifted but couldn’t move. Iron bound him tightly, pressing into his skin. She watched his struggle with a naughty glint in her eye. His hand rested on her head, trying to push her away, but he might as well have been trying to uproot an oak. Her tongue darted over his crown. When he saw the skin bubble and melt, his eyes closed in horror.
He felt her shift and nuzzle her nose against the base. Then she licked again, lower this time, where hardness turned soft. He wanted to scream but could not.
He willed himself to look down, to see how she hurt him. The skin had already melted away, revealing one of the white pearls inside. She held it gingerly between her lips and smiled. Her hair was pink now, her lips emerald, her teeth sharp. She was luminous with darkness, it poured out from her like a liquid. She sucked him into her mouth and began dissolving half of his maleness inside her mouth.
The pain forced him to keep watching. He saw his seeds wither and die in her mouth, burnt and rotten to black sludge as they dripped from her mouth. Taking his length in her mouth, she destroyed it inside of her. Instead of the pleasure he had hoped for, she reduced him to less than a man, unable to release the lust he had for her ever again. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Her eyes shifted to a hopeless darkness. “You should not be here, you should not be at all. You have failed to cease and you will fail furthermore. Fate has deemed you unworthy, and it is my prerogative to carry out your sentence.” She came closer, until she was inches from his face. Dark eyes with blood-red pupils bore into him. Black lips like oil pronounced his sentence.
“Your end has come.”
He woke with a start at her black kiss. He breathed heavily, and despite the chilly air, sweat dripped from his brow.
Liriel lay next to him. Blearily, she rubbed her eyes. “Jim? ’s wrong?”
Morning was still a while away. He covered his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Nothing, I… just a dream. You can lie back down.”
She sat up and yawned, trying to look at him through heavy eyelids. “You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, Liriel.”
She looked at him for a moment, swaying a bit. Her hair was a mess, looking like a straw-coloured bird’s nest. Then she shrugged and gave him a half hug and sank back down, already asleep.
Moving in for her hug, her wrist grazed the metal cage around his cock. He realized he could feel his heartbeat through the metal, *dum dum, dum dum*. The flesh bulging out from the between the bars looked sore and swollen. The feeling reminded him of his dream, of the iron shackles keeping him restrained while… that thing destroyed his manhood.
*I can’t go on like this.*
Dawn found him stoking the embers of the fire and once a pleasant glow chased the night away, he sat down on a log and cooked breakfast. A few sausages they had taken with them from Andria’s camp sputtered in the pan, as well as some eggs Liriel had pilfered from a partridge nest she had found.
Aramis was the first to join him at the fire. Contrary to his usual bantering manner, he was often reticent, maybe even grumpy after waking up, so Jim wasn’t surprised when the foxkin sat down, skewered one of the sausages on a fork and began chewing without even saying good morning.
But Jim didn’t let that stop him. “Do you know if there are any villages nearby? One with a locksmith, or at least a blacksmith?”
His flicking ears indicated he had heard him but he kept eating. After munching the sausage, which took him two full minutes, he answered. “Yeah. Half a day away. Not on the road to the capital, though.”
Jim darkly poked a twig into the fire. “I need to go there, even if it’s a detour.” Aramis cocked an eyebrow at him. “I need to get rid of… the cage. I know we didn’t really have time up until now, but I need to get that thing off of me. I think it’s making me have nightmares.”
The foxkin relaxed at that and nodded at his plight. “That’s no way for any guy to be, you’re right.”
Two of the girls joined them half an hour later, warming their hands against the fire. Slowly, their cheeks got rosier and feeling returned to their limbs. Inacea and Liriel started chatting, and Jim decided to see what the girls thought about his plan.
“I spoke to Aramis about this already, but I want to make another stop before we head to the capital. There should be a village close by where we can… run some errands.”
Ina turned so that Liriel couldn’t see her and smiled impishly. “What, you really want us to take the back roads just so you can get your rocks off with some farmer’s girl?”
“WHAT?” Liriel shouted, suddenly wide awake.
Jim sighed. “No, Liri, that’s not what I-” But his reassurances were too late. She had stomped over to him and pressed her foot against his nuts, trapping the brimming jewels against the wood.
She twisted her foot as if putting out a cigarette. “Maybe you need to learn to keep your urges under control, mister! I will gladly help with that!”
“LIRI! SHE WAS KIDDING!”
Inacea laughed out loud and wiped away a tear. “You really believe anything when it comes to Jimmy, don’t you? I wonder what that means, being so protective of him, hmm?”
Her foot still crunching his nuts, she turned to her friend, then back to Jim. He could see her blush darken with each passing second, although he was much too occupied with his testicles to appreciate it.
“Oh, sorry, I, I just- didn’t think and…” she stammered, her pointy ears reddening.
“IT’S FINE, JUST PLEASE GET OFF MY BALLS!”
“Oh!” She slid her boot along his scrotum and down onto the dewy grass. “Sorry!”
He grunted. The elf quickly hurried back to her place next to Ina and grumpily whispered, “Do you always have to tease me? You’re so mean, Ina!”
From behind, a squinting Zenobia approached them. “What’s the commotion so early in the morning?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. Jim didn’t react to it, both because he was used to Zenobia’s choice of attire and the thumping pain in his balls, but Aramis’ jaw dropped when he saw the sorceress approach them in a black satin négligée. He whistled appreciatively and the sorceress smiled. “Oh, fox boy found his nuts again?” She walked over to him and gently caressed his cheek. “If you think this is impressive, you should see me when I actually make an effort.”
Ina chuckled and encouragingly bumped the elf’s shoulder. “Don’t take it so hard, Liri, it’s how I show love you. Just like you do, well, that,” she said and pointed to the groaning, hunched over Jim. Before the elf could repeat her denials concerning her feelings for the boy, Ina addressed him. “Anyway, that should be fine. Even if we take a detour of a few days, we should still be in Hôdoburg before Andria.”
She turned back to Liriel. “Which reminds me, that camp was quite something. Lot of busted balls for a diplo-”
“A LOT of busted balls for a diplomatic mission!” the elf agreed, grateful for the change of topic.
Liriel, Ina and, after some time spent recovering, Jim discussed Andria and the Valesian order for the rest of the morning while Aramis and Zenobia were busy eye-fucking each other.
After striking camp, Aramis led them confidently down a much less travelled path, the broad and well-maintained road turning to a patchy road that, truthfully, was just two grooves carved into the earth by the occasional cart.
Shortly after noon, they got to the village Aramis had promised, although even that might be too grandiose of a label. Not counting the sheds and stables strewn around, three houses huddled together on top of a little hill, overlooking the deep green meadows around.
The striking aroma of something being fried wafted down towards the party.
“Wonderful, I was hoping I could get some proper food in me. No offence, Jim, your cooking is great but…” Ina teased.
But Jim only nodded, just having noticed what he had been hoping for. Just a few steps to the right, behind one of the houses, he saw a smithy. Faint clanking sounds told him it was currently in use.
“You guys go and look around, I just need to go do something.”
Aramis nodded to Jim and turned to Ina and Zenobia, bowing and holding an arm out for each of them. “Shall we, my fair ladies?” Ina took his arm with a giggle, while Zenobia flung herself at the foxkin, making sure he could feel her chest press against his arm.
“Finally, I was hoping you would ask. Are your ballsies alright?”
He pursed his lips but only said, “I am well, thank you for asking.”
“Are you sure? Do you want me to check?” That took even the flirty beau by surprise.
“Hey, and what about me?” Inacea asked.
“I’m not the kind of girl who minds sharing, just ask Liriel. How about it, Ina?”
“Huh? Sharing what? Zenobia? Sharing what?”
Jim and Liriel watched the trio head off towards the smell of whatever was being cooked. “Uh, Liri? Don’t you want to go and look at the houses or something?”
“Nope, I’d rather stay with you! There’s nothing to do here anyway.”
“Uhh… OK then…” At least Inacea wouldn’t be around to watch. He steeled himself and headed towards the smithy.
“Hello? I need someone for some metalwork,” he yelled over the noise.
It stopped a few seconds later and from behind the forge, a woman wearing a thick leather apron, puffy gloves and goggles with black lenses stepped towards them.
She had a voice almost as dark as the smoke her forge produced. “Yeah? Who are you two then?”
“We’re just passing through but I wondered… if…” Slack-jawed, he stared as the smith took off her goggles and ruffled her russet hair, sweat drops dripping down her neck. A set of massive tits bulged out from under her apron, pressed into a set of tantalizing curves. They didn’t seem to be restrained by any other clothing – in fact, he could see a stark line where her sun-kissed skin abruptly turned milky white.
Liriel’s hand flew into his nuts, racking not just his balls but making his chastity cage jingle. He stifled a groan into a cough but doubled over. She glared at him.
“Right, erm, I was wondering if you could break something for us…” He took another deep breath, hoping that it would help the pain go away.
“Looks to me like she’s already doing a good job,” she said and guffawed at her own joke.
Liriel laughed with her, and Jim tried his best to match them with his strained gasps. “But really, I need you to break open my… uhm…”
“The cage on your dick? Come on, a blind woman could have figured that one out. Are you this boy’s owner then? Lost your key and now you’re yearning for more than just his tongue? Or do you want to fit him with a new one?”
Her giggles made it hard to understand her, but eventually Liriel managed to press out, “No, no, I don’t own him, he just got a bit… unlucky.” She was pressing a hand to her mouth to suppress any more giggling.
“Huh, thought for sure he was your boy toy. I might have even offered to buy him off of you.” She shrugged. “Well, I see no slave collar, so that should be fine. If you’re not a slave, how come your dick’s behind bars?”
“It’s a long story.”
The redhead snorted but shrugged. The movement didn’t just make her chest surge up and down, but reinforced the bulging muscles on her arms as well. “Alright, come around then, I’ll see what I can do.”
They followed her to the area behind the forge. “Sit down on the anvil and pull out your tool. I need to know what I’m working with.”
Obediently, he sat on the cold metal. Liriel scooted up behind him, somehow still finding enough place on the anvil to press herself against him and look over his shoulder. His package hit the anvil with a small *tink*.
“Alright, let’s see… Holy seeping hips of Norea, what the hell are those? Did they sew a minotaur’s nuts onto you after he lost a fight with the paladins?”
Liriel answered before he could, entwining her arms around Jim to reach his nuts. She caressed and rubbed them like a set of toys. “No, those are his own berries! See this, that’s where the left one almost got bit in two. And this is a scar from when they were fried with lightning magic. Oh, and this big divot in the middle they both have is from when my friend kicked them, but she still had her greaves on. At first, I actually thought she had popped his acorns back then. Neat, aren’t they?”
“Y-yeah…” She spread her hands out in a placating gesture when Liriel continued. “No, no, I don’t need to feel how soft the bottom is. I’m sure it’s… Goddess, your finger is deep in there, are you sure it’s not mush – I mean, please just put them down.” The smith huffed and ignored the blush spreading on her face.
Jim appreciated it, it had felt like Liriel was tickling the inside of his testicle. “Do you think you can get me out?” he asked, his voice a few notes higher than normal.
“The work is quite solid… no sign of rust, sturdy bars… have you tried picking the lock?”
He shook his head.
“I’m no locksmith so I can’t help with that, but it’s an option. Anyway, the easiest way to open it would probably be for me to bust the lock. Let’s try that, shall we?”
He nodded and watched her take a hammer as well as a chisel from a table next to them. Behind him, Liriel said, “Want me to help? I can hold him in place.”
“I don’t think that’s really necessary, Liri-”
The smith talked over him. “Yes, that would be great. Just put your legs over his and keep his arms behind his back, please.”
Liriel eagerly did so, forcing his legs open with hers, while she took his hands and put them directly onto her crotch. Despite her being the one who had put his hands on her pussy, she still let out a little moan, her ears twitching.
“Alright, ready to get started?” the smith asked and, without waiting for an answer, rested the chisel on the shackle of the lock. The lock, in turn, rested on his swollen right testicle. The little piece of metal was all that stood in the way of the chisel piercing straight down into the nut.
“No, wait!”
*CLANK*
“AAAAH!”
Barely softened by the little lock, the hammer strike sent shockwaves through his nut. It flattened and bounced back up like a rubber ball, bouncing between the chisel and anvil several times.
His screams were constant, but turned much higher and louder when she struck a second time.
*CLANK*
“Come on, stupid thing, break already!” the smith said in frustration. “Ah, great, and now his ball is starting to swell. I can hardly see the lock as is!”
Liriel scooted closer. “Maybe if you angle the chisel more from the side?”
“I would get less force on it but it’s worth a shot I suppose. Here goes nothing!”
*CLA-SNICK*
The chisel slipped from the lock. The hammer slammed into the tool and drove it down – straight into the centre of Jim’s right testicle. The tool was merciless as it pierced the gonad, forcing it to yield or be rent in two. Resting against the anvil, his right testicle was pushed to its breaking point, flattening at the small point of contact the chisel provided.
“Oh, oops.”
“Wow, you’re so loud, Jim. Is-, is everything alright?” Liriel asked. His incoherent screaming was no real answer.
“Urgh, I forgot how slippery a pair of nuts is. Stupid balls, they’re so fat they just get in the way.” She flicked the struck, swollen testicle in frustration before remembering these weren’t her nuts. The smith looked at Liriel, whose ears were furiously twitching as Jim thrashed in her grasp. “Uhm, I think I felt something shift inside his ball with that strike.”
“Oh, did you break his berry?”
“I don’t think so? It felt more like when you’re biting on the gristle in a steak, if that makes sense? Look, there’s a long pit in his nut now.”
“O-OK… can you jiggle it around a bit?” The redhead roughly grabbed the nut for the elf and yanked it towards her. “Hah, hah, still- still seems to be one piece.” Liriel was blushing a deep red.
“Now that I think about it, that could actually work, you know? How attached are you to his balls? If I just smash them with my hammer, I think I could slip the cage off. These fat nuts are really the only thing in the way.” To demonstrate, she rested her hammer against the swelling and deformed nut she had already struck. “I’m almost there with this one anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if it split open already, and one more strike is all that’s needed to turn it into a fine paste.”
Liriel thought about this but eventually shook her head. “Hah, no, I think I, hngh, want him to keep them. He needs them to learn.”
“Learn?” The smith shook her head. “Anyway, I’m surprised the lock is so sturdy. Do you mind if I test the material real quick?”
The screaming Jim struggled in Liriel’s grip, but thanks to the hits to his nuts, she had no trouble keeping him there. The elf also seemed to be a bit distracted, enjoying how Jim inadvertently caressed her pussy in his struggles.
The woman returned with a little vial, from which she took a little pipet. She carefully dripped some brown liquid onto the chastity cage, which was easier said than done, and a few drops landed on Jim’s right nut as well. From his abused ball, Liriel could hear a sharp hiss as well as a thin whisp of smoke rise up. The cage showed no such reaction where the liquid hit it.
“Ah, that would explain it.”
Liriel looked at her, dazed and befuddled. “What does?”
“See how his sack gets eaten away at by the acid? That’s what is supposed to happen to metals like copper, bronze, and iron as well, but there’s no reaction from his cock cage.”
Liriel looked off into the distance. “What, hmm, does that mean?”
“I should have suspected when there was no rust on the thing, his nuts are so big that he must have been locked up for a long time without getting any release, so long that a simpler cage would have shown signs of rust. The cage must be made from moonsilver.” She wiped away the drips of acid on his ballbag with a piece of leather.
Liriel’s face showed her she didn’t understand, mostly because the elf was currently busy cumming on Jim’s hands as the boy thrashed against her, trying to cope with his busted testicle. “It’s a rare metal the dwarves use and it’s… well…”
“Hnn?”
“It’s supposedly toxic in some way. It won’t kill him! Moonsilver is more…” She sighed. “There’s something about it interfering with a body’s flow of mana. At least, that’s what I read once.”
The buff smith looked thoughtfully at the whinging guy between them. “Normally, for boys that doesn’t matter but on their soft bits… It *shrinks* their dicks if they are in contact with it over a long period. Sorry to say, but it’s way too sturdy for me to just crack open with my hammer. I would have to heat it up to insane degrees to get anywhere, and his cock and balls, along with the rest of his crotch, would be burned away long before that. Where did you get this thing?”
Liriel ignored her question. “So, there’s nothing we can do?”
The smith shrugged and lifted her hammer. “Not unless you want me to hammer his nuts into paste. Like I said, I could probably slip it off some way then, cages usually aren’t designed with eunuchs in mind. I mean, what’s the point, right?” She guffawed again.
The elf’s ears drooped at that. “Uhm… No, no, that’s fine, we will see about some other way first. Right, Jim?”
His keening made the two women give each other a sympathetic smile and the elf chuckled. “Well, thanks for trying.” She got up besides Jim and put an arm around him, holding him by his cage. “Let’s go, Jim, see if we can find the others.”
They were barely five steps out of the smithy when they heard Aramis scream. Struggling to round the house, Jim and Liriel almost fell twice.
Next to an annoyed woman and her overflowing wash basin, Aramis, Zenobia and Ina stood. Aramis was in front of a clothes wringer, screaming, while Zenobia messed with it in a panic and Ina laughed heartily.
“What’s going on?” Liriel asked but Ina laughed too hard to answer her.
“This damn… Hey, maybe if you pull while I turn, we can-”
“AAAH!” A small, creaky noise accompanied the foxkin’s screams.
“Alright, alright, hush please. I’m the one trying to help here after *you* had to go and leave your babymakers unattended. What did you expect would happen if you don’t watch where you put them, that someone would just start sucking on them? I swear, boys are so absentminded sometimes…”
“Can I help, Zenny?”
The sorceress was startled to see the elf and a groaning Jim in front of her. “Huh? Where did you two come from? Never mind, here, come around and see if you can figure this out.”
She gently sat Jim down and followed Zenobia. “See, I was telling Aramis what I planned to do to him tonight, you know, start out normally with me riding him, but how I would love to have him mount me later on, so few boys know how to really push into a girl and make sure their cock hits-”
“OK! OK, I understand. And then?”
“Well, Inacea here,” Zenobia said and threw the laughing girl a look that was just shy of murdering her in broad daylight, “thought it would be funny to play a prank on him and turn the handle of the clothes wringer when he was leaning over it. And as you can see,” she pointed to the foxkin’s crotch where two half-spheres stretched against the fabric before disappearing into the wringer, “*something* was caught in it. Two somethings, in fact, that are very important if I’m to get my fun tonight.” She drummed her fingers against her cinnamon skin.
“Oh. Oh my, are those his berries?” Liriel asked and had to press her fist into her mouth to stop herself from laughing as well.
“You know damn well they are! But every time I turn the wringer to get him out, he starts screaming even louder!”
Liriel snickered for a few seconds before she got herself back under control. “Easy! It’s like pulling a loose tooth!” She pulled up her sleeves and grasped the handle of the wringer. “You just do it quickly, in one go. Just, like,” she said.
“Liri, wait!”
“this!” The elf jumped and slammed her weight down on the handle, pushing it down and back up in one fell swoop.
To Liriel’s confusion, the rollers didn’t turn smoothly, instead straining against some sort of resistance. It felt like using a nutcracker or meat grinder, the initial resistance of the material taking a surprising amount of force to overcome, but then suddenly giving way. The elf smiled as she felt the resistance vanish, the wringer chirring as its handle moved. Only Aramis was now screaming louder and higher than he had before.
“GWUAAHH!” He tried to pull away from the appliance but couldn’t.
Most of his balls were now on the other side of the rollers, and they were *noticeably* flatter than before.
“Uhm, oops?” Liriel asked. “Oh dear, did I squish them this time?”
“This time?” Zenobia stared at her in disbelief.
Liriel probed the squished balls between two fingers like she was testing the firmness of dough.
“Oh Goddess, here, I’ll do it. Aramis, dear, sorry but this will hurt some more, alright?”
He was incapable of answering her anyway. She turned the wringer’s handle back bit by bit, trying to ignore the gruesome crackles and pops from between them. Once more, his testicles were flattened between the two hard wood rollers that tried their hardest to crush and deaden anything left in his sack.
With a *pop*, Aramis sack slipped out from between the rollers and finally, he could crumple to the ground. Zenobia was immediately on him, trying to soothe his pain by sticking her breasts into his face. For once, the horny fox didn’t seem to notice.
Ina wiped away a few tears and knelt next to the sorceress. “Hey, at least the wringer worked,” she said and pointed to the wet stain of cum on his breeches. “Looks like there’s not a drop of liquid left in his sack! And I bet all the wrinkles were ironed out as well!” She started laughing once more, and Zenobia could only grumble at her.
Liriel tried to stifle her own giggles and generally acted like she hadn’t just accidentally pancaked his nuts.
“Uhm, guys? I think you should see this…” the weak voice of Jim called out to them. He stood a few feet away, next to a notice. On it was a crude drawing that they didn’t recognize.
Below, it read: *The Valesian order is asking for any information on the whereabouts of the criminals Jim and his companions. They are suspected to have murdered the moirai of light in cold blood. Beware that they are armed and dangerous.*
Ina and Liriel had their mirth cut out of them.
“The maiden- Andria is… dead?” Liriel asked in disbelief.
“But we were just… we just talked to her!”
Jim gritted his teeth. “No, I don’t believe this… I can’t… We can’t let this be it.”
Liriel looked at him, her face pale as chalk. “What do we do now?”
“We have to end this. We can’t let them hurt any more people. I will find and kill this demon that’s masquerading as baroness Helene. And then we bring Bruna to justice.”
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His hand brushed through her hair, the locks shimmering like spun gold in the warm sun. The weight of her head on his chest, the warm sunshine, the soft trill of a sparrow in the tree above them - it all lulled him into a wistful comfort that made his limbs heavy and his mind sluggish. He would be content to just lie like this until he no longer could, but the girl on his chest wanted more.
He felt her hand brush along his breeches, teasing him with light touches. Each pass, her fingers tugged his waistband down a little further, slowly laying him bare. The air felt chilly on his skin, but to his relief, she wrapped her hand around his member. Her caress was slow and comforting and he hummed in appreciation.
She watched him grow in her hand with a smile until her fingers could no longer close all the way around him. Each slow stroke produced a small wet sound that was music to her ears. She tried to go slow but was eager to push ahead.
She slid down along his side until her head was on his thighs. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, but he already missed feeling her weight on his body, her soft chest pressing against him. She looked up at him, her verdant gaze peering past his length to meet his face. It was equal parts mischievous and vainglorious. Her pink tongue peeked out between her lips and she bent him down so she could taste him.
A lick covered his entire length, but it felt wrong. Where her tongue caressed him, his skin hissed and smoked. Pain hit him.
He squirmed and shifted but couldn’t move. Iron bound him tightly, pressing into his skin. She watched his struggle with a naughty glint in her eye. His hand rested on her head, trying to push her away, but he might as well have been trying to uproot an oak. Her tongue darted over his crown. When he saw the skin bubble and melt, his eyes closed in horror.
He felt her shift and nuzzle her nose against the base. Then she licked again, lower this time, where hardness turned soft. He wanted to scream but could not.
He willed himself to look down, to see how she hurt him. The skin had already melted away, revealing one of the white pearls inside. She held it gingerly between her lips and smiled. Her hair was pink now, her lips emerald, her teeth sharp. She was luminous with darkness, it poured out from her like a liquid. She sucked him into her mouth and began dissolving half of his maleness inside her mouth.
The pain forced him to keep watching. He saw his seeds wither and die in her mouth, burnt and rotten to black sludge as they dripped from her mouth. Taking his length in her mouth, she destroyed it inside of her. Instead of the pleasure he had hoped for, she reduced him to less than a man, unable to release the lust he had for her ever again. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Her eyes shifted to a hopeless darkness. “You should not be here, you should not be at all. You have failed to cease and you will fail furthermore. Fate has deemed you unworthy, and it is my prerogative to carry out your sentence.” She came closer, until she was inches from his face. Dark eyes with blood-red pupils bore into him. Black lips like oil pronounced his sentence.
“Your end has come.”
He woke with a start at her black kiss. He breathed heavily, and despite the chilly air, sweat dripped from his brow.
Liriel lay next to him. Blearily, she rubbed her eyes. “Jim? ’s wrong?”
Morning was still a while away. He covered his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Nothing, I… just a dream. You can lie back down.”
She sat up and yawned, trying to look at him through heavy eyelids. “You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, Liriel.”
She looked at him for a moment, swaying a bit. Her hair was a mess, looking like a straw-coloured bird’s nest. Then she shrugged and gave him a half hug and sank back down, already asleep.
Moving in for her hug, her wrist grazed the metal cage around his cock. He realized he could feel his heartbeat through the metal, *dum dum, dum dum*. The flesh bulging out from the between the bars looked sore and swollen. The feeling reminded him of his dream, of the iron shackles keeping him restrained while… that thing destroyed his manhood.
*I can’t go on like this.*
Dawn found him stoking the embers of the fire and once a pleasant glow chased the night away, he sat down on a log and cooked breakfast. A few sausages they had taken with them from Andria’s camp sputtered in the pan, as well as some eggs Liriel had pilfered from a partridge nest she had found.
Aramis was the first to join him at the fire. Contrary to his usual bantering manner, he was often reticent, maybe even grumpy after waking up, so Jim wasn’t surprised when the foxkin sat down, skewered one of the sausages on a fork and began chewing without even saying good morning.
But Jim didn’t let that stop him. “Do you know if there are any villages nearby? One with a locksmith, or at least a blacksmith?”
His flicking ears indicated he had heard him but he kept eating. After munching the sausage, which took him two full minutes, he answered. “Yeah. Half a day away. Not on the road to the capital, though.”
Jim darkly poked a twig into the fire. “I need to go there, even if it’s a detour.” Aramis cocked an eyebrow at him. “I need to get rid of… the cage. I know we didn’t really have time up until now, but I need to get that thing off of me. I think it’s making me have nightmares.”
The foxkin relaxed at that and nodded at his plight. “That’s no way for any guy to be, you’re right.”
Two of the girls joined them half an hour later, warming their hands against the fire. Slowly, their cheeks got rosier and feeling returned to their limbs. Inacea and Liriel started chatting, and Jim decided to see what the girls thought about his plan.
“I spoke to Aramis about this already, but I want to make another stop before we head to the capital. There should be a village close by where we can… run some errands.”
Ina turned so that Liriel couldn’t see her and smiled impishly. “What, you really want us to take the back roads just so you can get your rocks off with some farmer’s girl?”
“WHAT?” Liriel shouted, suddenly wide awake.
Jim sighed. “No, Liri, that’s not what I-” But his reassurances were too late. She had stomped over to him and pressed her foot against his nuts, trapping the brimming jewels against the wood.
She twisted her foot as if putting out a cigarette. “Maybe you need to learn to keep your urges under control, mister! I will gladly help with that!”
“LIRI! SHE WAS KIDDING!”
Inacea laughed out loud and wiped away a tear. “You really believe anything when it comes to Jimmy, don’t you? I wonder what that means, being so protective of him, hmm?”
Her foot still crunching his nuts, she turned to her friend, then back to Jim. He could see her blush darken with each passing second, although he was much too occupied with his testicles to appreciate it.
“Oh, sorry, I, I just- didn’t think and…” she stammered, her pointy ears reddening.
“IT’S FINE, JUST PLEASE GET OFF MY BALLS!”
“Oh!” She slid her boot along his scrotum and down onto the dewy grass. “Sorry!”
He grunted. The elf quickly hurried back to her place next to Ina and grumpily whispered, “Do you always have to tease me? You’re so mean, Ina!”
From behind, a squinting Zenobia approached them. “What’s the commotion so early in the morning?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. Jim didn’t react to it, both because he was used to Zenobia’s choice of attire and the thumping pain in his balls, but Aramis’ jaw dropped when he saw the sorceress approach them in a black satin négligée. He whistled appreciatively and the sorceress smiled. “Oh, fox boy found his nuts again?” She walked over to him and gently caressed his cheek. “If you think this is impressive, you should see me when I actually make an effort.”
Ina chuckled and encouragingly bumped the elf’s shoulder. “Don’t take it so hard, Liri, it’s how I show love you. Just like you do, well, that,” she said and pointed to the groaning, hunched over Jim. Before the elf could repeat her denials concerning her feelings for the boy, Ina addressed him. “Anyway, that should be fine. Even if we take a detour of a few days, we should still be in Hôdoburg before Andria.”
She turned back to Liriel. “Which reminds me, that camp was quite something. Lot of busted balls for a diplo-”
“A LOT of busted balls for a diplomatic mission!” the elf agreed, grateful for the change of topic.
Liriel, Ina and, after some time spent recovering, Jim discussed Andria and the Valesian order for the rest of the morning while Aramis and Zenobia were busy eye-fucking each other.
After striking camp, Aramis led them confidently down a much less travelled path, the broad and well-maintained road turning to a patchy road that, truthfully, was just two grooves carved into the earth by the occasional cart.
Shortly after noon, they got to the village Aramis had promised, although even that might be too grandiose of a label. Not counting the sheds and stables strewn around, three houses huddled together on top of a little hill, overlooking the deep green meadows around.
The striking aroma of something being fried wafted down towards the party.
“Wonderful, I was hoping I could get some proper food in me. No offence, Jim, your cooking is great but…” Ina teased.
But Jim only nodded, just having noticed what he had been hoping for. Just a few steps to the right, behind one of the houses, he saw a smithy. Faint clanking sounds told him it was currently in use.
“You guys go and look around, I just need to go do something.”
Aramis nodded to Jim and turned to Ina and Zenobia, bowing and holding an arm out for each of them. “Shall we, my fair ladies?” Ina took his arm with a giggle, while Zenobia flung herself at the foxkin, making sure he could feel her chest press against his arm.
“Finally, I was hoping you would ask. Are your ballsies alright?”
He pursed his lips but only said, “I am well, thank you for asking.”
“Are you sure? Do you want me to check?” That took even the flirty beau by surprise.
“Hey, and what about me?” Inacea asked.
“I’m not the kind of girl who minds sharing, just ask Liriel. How about it, Ina?”
“Huh? Sharing what? Zenobia? Sharing what?”
Jim and Liriel watched the trio head off towards the smell of whatever was being cooked. “Uh, Liri? Don’t you want to go and look at the houses or something?”
“Nope, I’d rather stay with you! There’s nothing to do here anyway.”
“Uhh… OK then…” At least Inacea wouldn’t be around to watch. He steeled himself and headed towards the smithy.
“Hello? I need someone for some metalwork,” he yelled over the noise.
It stopped a few seconds later and from behind the forge, a woman wearing a thick leather apron, puffy gloves and goggles with black lenses stepped towards them.
She had a voice almost as dark as the smoke her forge produced. “Yeah? Who are you two then?”
“We’re just passing through but I wondered… if…” Slack-jawed, he stared as the smith took off her goggles and ruffled her russet hair, sweat drops dripping down her neck. A set of massive tits bulged out from under her apron, pressed into a set of tantalizing curves. They didn’t seem to be restrained by any other clothing – in fact, he could see a stark line where her sun-kissed skin abruptly turned milky white.
Liriel’s hand flew into his nuts, racking not just his balls but making his chastity cage jingle. He stifled a groan into a cough but doubled over. She glared at him.
“Right, erm, I was wondering if you could break something for us…” He took another deep breath, hoping that it would help the pain go away.
“Looks to me like she’s already doing a good job,” she said and guffawed at her own joke.
Liriel laughed with her, and Jim tried his best to match them with his strained gasps. “But really, I need you to break open my… uhm…”
“The cage on your dick? Come on, a blind woman could have figured that one out. Are you this boy’s owner then? Lost your key and now you’re yearning for more than just his tongue? Or do you want to fit him with a new one?”
Her giggles made it hard to understand her, but eventually Liriel managed to press out, “No, no, I don’t own him, he just got a bit… unlucky.” She was pressing a hand to her mouth to suppress any more giggling.
“Huh, thought for sure he was your boy toy. I might have even offered to buy him off of you.” She shrugged. “Well, I see no slave collar, so that should be fine. If you’re not a slave, how come your dick’s behind bars?”
“It’s a long story.”
The redhead snorted but shrugged. The movement didn’t just make her chest surge up and down, but reinforced the bulging muscles on her arms as well. “Alright, come around then, I’ll see what I can do.”
They followed her to the area behind the forge. “Sit down on the anvil and pull out your tool. I need to know what I’m working with.”
Obediently, he sat on the cold metal. Liriel scooted up behind him, somehow still finding enough place on the anvil to press herself against him and look over his shoulder. His package hit the anvil with a small *tink*.
“Alright, let’s see… Holy seeping hips of Norea, what the hell are those? Did they sew a minotaur’s nuts onto you after he lost a fight with the paladins?”
Liriel answered before he could, entwining her arms around Jim to reach his nuts. She caressed and rubbed them like a set of toys. “No, those are his own berries! See this, that’s where the left one almost got bit in two. And this is a scar from when they were fried with lightning magic. Oh, and this big divot in the middle they both have is from when my friend kicked them, but she still had her greaves on. At first, I actually thought she had popped his acorns back then. Neat, aren’t they?”
“Y-yeah…” She spread her hands out in a placating gesture when Liriel continued. “No, no, I don’t need to feel how soft the bottom is. I’m sure it’s… Goddess, your finger is deep in there, are you sure it’s not mush – I mean, please just put them down.” The smith huffed and ignored the blush spreading on her face.
Jim appreciated it, it had felt like Liriel was tickling the inside of his testicle. “Do you think you can get me out?” he asked, his voice a few notes higher than normal.
“The work is quite solid… no sign of rust, sturdy bars… have you tried picking the lock?”
He shook his head.
“I’m no locksmith so I can’t help with that, but it’s an option. Anyway, the easiest way to open it would probably be for me to bust the lock. Let’s try that, shall we?”
He nodded and watched her take a hammer as well as a chisel from a table next to them. Behind him, Liriel said, “Want me to help? I can hold him in place.”
“I don’t think that’s really necessary, Liri-”
The smith talked over him. “Yes, that would be great. Just put your legs over his and keep his arms behind his back, please.”
Liriel eagerly did so, forcing his legs open with hers, while she took his hands and put them directly onto her crotch. Despite her being the one who had put his hands on her pussy, she still let out a little moan, her ears twitching.
“Alright, ready to get started?” the smith asked and, without waiting for an answer, rested the chisel on the shackle of the lock. The lock, in turn, rested on his swollen right testicle. The little piece of metal was all that stood in the way of the chisel piercing straight down into the nut.
“No, wait!”
*CLANK*
“AAAAH!”
Barely softened by the little lock, the hammer strike sent shockwaves through his nut. It flattened and bounced back up like a rubber ball, bouncing between the chisel and anvil several times.
His screams were constant, but turned much higher and louder when she struck a second time.
*CLANK*
“Come on, stupid thing, break already!” the smith said in frustration. “Ah, great, and now his ball is starting to swell. I can hardly see the lock as is!”
Liriel scooted closer. “Maybe if you angle the chisel more from the side?”
“I would get less force on it but it’s worth a shot I suppose. Here goes nothing!”
*CLA-SNICK*
The chisel slipped from the lock. The hammer slammed into the tool and drove it down – straight into the centre of Jim’s right testicle. The tool was merciless as it pierced the gonad, forcing it to yield or be rent in two. Resting against the anvil, his right testicle was pushed to its breaking point, flattening at the small point of contact the chisel provided.
“Oh, oops.”
“Wow, you’re so loud, Jim. Is-, is everything alright?” Liriel asked. His incoherent screaming was no real answer.
“Urgh, I forgot how slippery a pair of nuts is. Stupid balls, they’re so fat they just get in the way.” She flicked the struck, swollen testicle in frustration before remembering these weren’t her nuts. The smith looked at Liriel, whose ears were furiously twitching as Jim thrashed in her grasp. “Uhm, I think I felt something shift inside his ball with that strike.”
“Oh, did you break his berry?”
“I don’t think so? It felt more like when you’re biting on the gristle in a steak, if that makes sense? Look, there’s a long pit in his nut now.”
“O-OK… can you jiggle it around a bit?” The redhead roughly grabbed the nut for the elf and yanked it towards her. “Hah, hah, still- still seems to be one piece.” Liriel was blushing a deep red.
“Now that I think about it, that could actually work, you know? How attached are you to his balls? If I just smash them with my hammer, I think I could slip the cage off. These fat nuts are really the only thing in the way.” To demonstrate, she rested her hammer against the swelling and deformed nut she had already struck. “I’m almost there with this one anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if it split open already, and one more strike is all that’s needed to turn it into a fine paste.”
Liriel thought about this but eventually shook her head. “Hah, no, I think I, hngh, want him to keep them. He needs them to learn.”
“Learn?” The smith shook her head. “Anyway, I’m surprised the lock is so sturdy. Do you mind if I test the material real quick?”
The screaming Jim struggled in Liriel’s grip, but thanks to the hits to his nuts, she had no trouble keeping him there. The elf also seemed to be a bit distracted, enjoying how Jim inadvertently caressed her pussy in his struggles.
The woman returned with a little vial, from which she took a little pipet. She carefully dripped some brown liquid onto the chastity cage, which was easier said than done, and a few drops landed on Jim’s right nut as well. From his abused ball, Liriel could hear a sharp hiss as well as a thin whisp of smoke rise up. The cage showed no such reaction where the liquid hit it.
“Ah, that would explain it.”
Liriel looked at her, dazed and befuddled. “What does?”
“See how his sack gets eaten away at by the acid? That’s what is supposed to happen to metals like copper, bronze, and iron as well, but there’s no reaction from his cock cage.”
Liriel looked off into the distance. “What, hmm, does that mean?”
“I should have suspected when there was no rust on the thing, his nuts are so big that he must have been locked up for a long time without getting any release, so long that a simpler cage would have shown signs of rust. The cage must be made from moonsilver.” She wiped away the drips of acid on his ballbag with a piece of leather.
Liriel’s face showed her she didn’t understand, mostly because the elf was currently busy cumming on Jim’s hands as the boy thrashed against her, trying to cope with his busted testicle. “It’s a rare metal the dwarves use and it’s… well…”
“Hnn?”
“It’s supposedly toxic in some way. It won’t kill him! Moonsilver is more…” She sighed. “There’s something about it interfering with a body’s flow of mana. At least, that’s what I read once.”
The buff smith looked thoughtfully at the whinging guy between them. “Normally, for boys that doesn’t matter but on their soft bits… It *shrinks* their dicks if they are in contact with it over a long period. Sorry to say, but it’s way too sturdy for me to just crack open with my hammer. I would have to heat it up to insane degrees to get anywhere, and his cock and balls, along with the rest of his crotch, would be burned away long before that. Where did you get this thing?”
Liriel ignored her question. “So, there’s nothing we can do?”
The smith shrugged and lifted her hammer. “Not unless you want me to hammer his nuts into paste. Like I said, I could probably slip it off some way then, cages usually aren’t designed with eunuchs in mind. I mean, what’s the point, right?” She guffawed again.
The elf’s ears drooped at that. “Uhm… No, no, that’s fine, we will see about some other way first. Right, Jim?”
His keening made the two women give each other a sympathetic smile and the elf chuckled. “Well, thanks for trying.” She got up besides Jim and put an arm around him, holding him by his cage. “Let’s go, Jim, see if we can find the others.”
They were barely five steps out of the smithy when they heard Aramis scream. Struggling to round the house, Jim and Liriel almost fell twice.
Next to an annoyed woman and her overflowing wash basin, Aramis, Zenobia and Ina stood. Aramis was in front of a clothes wringer, screaming, while Zenobia messed with it in a panic and Ina laughed heartily.
“What’s going on?” Liriel asked but Ina laughed too hard to answer her.
“This damn… Hey, maybe if you pull while I turn, we can-”
“AAAH!” A small, creaky noise accompanied the foxkin’s screams.
“Alright, alright, hush please. I’m the one trying to help here after *you* had to go and leave your babymakers unattended. What did you expect would happen if you don’t watch where you put them, that someone would just start sucking on them? I swear, boys are so absentminded sometimes…”
“Can I help, Zenny?”
The sorceress was startled to see the elf and a groaning Jim in front of her. “Huh? Where did you two come from? Never mind, here, come around and see if you can figure this out.”
She gently sat Jim down and followed Zenobia. “See, I was telling Aramis what I planned to do to him tonight, you know, start out normally with me riding him, but how I would love to have him mount me later on, so few boys know how to really push into a girl and make sure their cock hits-”
“OK! OK, I understand. And then?”
“Well, Inacea here,” Zenobia said and threw the laughing girl a look that was just shy of murdering her in broad daylight, “thought it would be funny to play a prank on him and turn the handle of the clothes wringer when he was leaning over it. And as you can see,” she pointed to the foxkin’s crotch where two half-spheres stretched against the fabric before disappearing into the wringer, “*something* was caught in it. Two somethings, in fact, that are very important if I’m to get my fun tonight.” She drummed her fingers against her cinnamon skin.
“Oh. Oh my, are those his berries?” Liriel asked and had to press her fist into her mouth to stop herself from laughing as well.
“You know damn well they are! But every time I turn the wringer to get him out, he starts screaming even louder!”
Liriel snickered for a few seconds before she got herself back under control. “Easy! It’s like pulling a loose tooth!” She pulled up her sleeves and grasped the handle of the wringer. “You just do it quickly, in one go. Just, like,” she said.
“Liri, wait!”
“this!” The elf jumped and slammed her weight down on the handle, pushing it down and back up in one fell swoop.
To Liriel’s confusion, the rollers didn’t turn smoothly, instead straining against some sort of resistance. It felt like using a nutcracker or meat grinder, the initial resistance of the material taking a surprising amount of force to overcome, but then suddenly giving way. The elf smiled as she felt the resistance vanish, the wringer chirring as its handle moved. Only Aramis was now screaming louder and higher than he had before.
“GWUAAHH!” He tried to pull away from the appliance but couldn’t.
Most of his balls were now on the other side of the rollers, and they were *noticeably* flatter than before.
“Uhm, oops?” Liriel asked. “Oh dear, did I squish them this time?”
“This time?” Zenobia stared at her in disbelief.
Liriel probed the squished balls between two fingers like she was testing the firmness of dough.
“Oh Goddess, here, I’ll do it. Aramis, dear, sorry but this will hurt some more, alright?”
He was incapable of answering her anyway. She turned the wringer’s handle back bit by bit, trying to ignore the gruesome crackles and pops from between them. Once more, his testicles were flattened between the two hard wood rollers that tried their hardest to crush and deaden anything left in his sack.
With a *pop*, Aramis sack slipped out from between the rollers and finally, he could crumple to the ground. Zenobia was immediately on him, trying to soothe his pain by sticking her breasts into his face. For once, the horny fox didn’t seem to notice.
Ina wiped away a few tears and knelt next to the sorceress. “Hey, at least the wringer worked,” she said and pointed to the wet stain of cum on his breeches. “Looks like there’s not a drop of liquid left in his sack! And I bet all the wrinkles were ironed out as well!” She started laughing once more, and Zenobia could only grumble at her.
Liriel tried to stifle her own giggles and generally acted like she hadn’t just accidentally pancaked his nuts.
“Uhm, guys? I think you should see this…” the weak voice of Jim called out to them. He stood a few feet away, next to a notice. On it was a crude drawing that they didn’t recognize.
Below, it read: *The Valesian order is asking for any information on the whereabouts of the criminals Jim and his companions. They are suspected to have murdered the moirai of light in cold blood. Beware that they are armed and dangerous.*
Ina and Liriel had their mirth cut out of them.
“The maiden- Andria is… dead?” Liriel asked in disbelief.
“But we were just… we just talked to her!”
Jim gritted his teeth. “No, I don’t believe this… I can’t… We can’t let this be it.”
Liriel looked at him, her face pale as chalk. “What do we do now?”
“We have to end this. We can’t let them hurt any more people. I will find and kill this demon that’s masquerading as baroness Helene. And then we bring Bruna to justice.”
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*This chapter was brought to you by my laundry piling up. I really need to get a new washing machine.*
*Also, please tell me I’m not the only who sometimes sees a thing, like an old-timey clothes wringer in this case, and thinks ‘I wonder if anyone in history ever got their nuts crushed with that’.*
