Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 48
Chapter 48 – content: >!accidental affection, chastity, erectile dysfunction, castration, animal!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Ina, please!”
The auf yawned deeply, pushing his face away with one hand while rubbing her eyes with the other. “I just woke up… can’t this wait?”
“I’m begging you, it doesn’t even take you a second! I just need to get my dick out of this thing!”
“Oh, eww! Don’t say that! Now I’m definitely not doing it, you probably just want to rub your winky and do lewd things like that.”
“Wha- No! I didn’t mean it like that, I just really need to get this cage off me. Please, I’ll, uh, go behind the spire so you don’t see anything!”
He stared at the sleepy girl intently while practically kneeling over her. His hands were planted on either side of Ina and he leaned forward far enough that their faces almost touched. Jim remained, even when Ina yawned again. Then they both heard a sound like someone had just slapped a cantaloupe.
Ina blinked, trying to process why her yawning was suddenly interrupted by something occupying her mouth. Lips pressed against hers and she could feel hot breath stream over her tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. [Jim was locking lips with her and he looked just as shocked as she did.](https://imgur.com/a/QNfvwzk) Quietly, he started to moan.
With a little wet kissy noise, her head jerked back, separating their lips. “Eeek! You perv!” Her hand left a stinging, red imprint on his cheek, but when he barely reacted, still holding a single, squeaky moan, she stopped and took a moment to identify what had actually happened.
She got her answer when Despina’s red hair rose from behind Jim, wiggling in time with a short laugh. “Sorry, girl, but you have to let a boy’s nuts know immediately when he needs to give you space. Hah, but I didn’t think I could make him kiss you by kicking his balls up into his throat. I hope you didn’t taste nuts.”
“That’s, uh… thank you, Despina,” Ina said. “Are you sure you want to take the cage off? You’ll have to carry it around all day. At least now it’s snug around your thing and you have your hands free.”
“Y-yes, I do,” came Jim’s weak voice.
“… Fine, I’ll remove your… spuds, Jim. Go behind the spire so you can take the cage off. But *only* that, alright? I don’t want to hold your… stuff while you tug on your noodle.”
“Aww, really?” Despina asked. “You should make him squirm and beg some more. Oh, or demand he lets you kick his nuts two or twenty times before you let him out.”
“Not all of us frig ourselves silly to boys getting their eggs scrambled…” Ina muttered. When Despina demanded to know what she had said, she quickly said “Nothing!” and shoved Jim towards the spire.
“Th-thank you…” Jim said, holding his currently still attached and very sore testicles. He slowly shuffled away from the group until he rounded the metal structure they had made camp in, until he was out of sight. A high-pitched, “OK, I’m ready,” gave Ina the go.
She flicked her wrist to produce two large, off-white and very out of round ovals. Little veins criss-crossed the engorged balls. “Oof, they’re heavy!” Ina exclaimed, followed by a curious, “Oh hey, I can see a hole where the spike pierced it. I hope that doesn’t, like, get infected.”
From behind the metal tower, she heard Jim say, “OK, I think I can get it off!”
He slowly pulled his stretched and much-abused sack through the metal loop that had previously prevented their escape. Every time Ina used her magic, it felt incredibly strange to touch himself down there. He couldn’t help but freak out a little each time grabbing the empty skin sack, as if Despina had already made good on her threat to unman him. He could still feel his balls, of course, especially since Ina currently had her thumb over the spot where the beast’s metal spike had penetrated the nut, but not being able to grab and hold the aching orbs was unnerving.
With a sigh, he pulled the last bit of nutsack through the loop. Instantly, he could feel the pressure on his dick alleviate. With shaking hands, he removed the cage from his privates, only to be greeted by a pitiful sight.
His cock was so wrinkly and *small*. Not as small as it had been back on Earth, in fact, the limp dick was probably still bigger than that of most porn stars. But to Jim, who had become so used to a penis the size of a bat, it looked downright tiny.
*It’s OK, I just need to get the blood flowing…*
Despite his assurances that he would not do anything untoward, his hand wrapped around his dick, starting to pump the pruney appendage in an effort to make it grow. His heartbeat quickened, not in arousal but in panic.
*Come on, get hard, I always had trouble not popping a boner in front of people before Bruna put this stupid thing on me… Why isn’t my dick working?!*
As horror visions of impossible erections and a lifetime of impotence played in his mind, Despina approached Inacea holding the quaking white ovals in her hands. “I’ll be taking those, thank you very much!”
“I don’t think so!” Chloe suddenly called out. She was twirling a short length of rope over her head, the end of which was tied to what looked like a miniature bear trap.
Her arm snapped forward and the strange contraption shot out, finding its target with deadly accuracy – one of Jim’s balls resting in Ina’s hand. Metal teeth closed around the testicle, sinking into its flesh and lodging onto it tightly.
Chloe pulled her arm back, yanking her prize out of Ina’s hands. The nut bounced over the rough, sandy terrain, leaving a trail of leaking fluid where Chloe’s claw had pierced it.
“Hey! Give that back, that’s mine!” Despina yelled and immediately ran after Chloe. The girl laughed her ghastly laugh and bolted, dragging Jim’s ball over sand, rock and small bits of metal that must have chipped off the spire. The princess chased after Chloe, trying to either stop her or at least stop the nut by stomping on the rope, but her efforts only resulted in ill-timed stamping onto the trapped ball, forcing a little squirt of fluid out of the wounds.
What was once one half of an impressive manhood dangling safely between Jim’s legs soon looked like a sad, scuffed up and dirty rock. A soft, quivering rock that leaked some thick, white cream, but certainly not like a fertile man’s sex organs, brimming with seed.
Despina eventually gave up with a huff, out of breath and sweaty. She stomped back to Inacea and snatched the remaining testicle from her hands. “Fine, I’ll let you have that one for today, weirdo. But only because it is below me to cause a scene. Know that, with my magic, I could lay you flat on your ass any time I liked.”
“Psh, that’s what a loser would say!”
With a scowl that could kill, the princess stuffed the testicle down her sweat-drenched panties like they had offended her personally and walked away. “Not listening! You’re just a petulant child. Go play with that nut and stop bothering me. But be careful with it! If you pop my ball, I will blast you into the sun!”
Not wanting to be part of their little argument, Ina had walked around the metal tower to check on Jim. Her brain needed to adjust for a moment before she really took in what she was seeing. Her friend lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. The silvery glint in the sand next to him. And the tower of flesh rising up into the air next to it, at least as long as her forearm, crowned by a shiny pink head. From the tip, the occasional spurt of clear fluid squirted and ran down the entire length like a malfunctioning fountain.
She didn’t even notice herself flicking her wrist. [With a shriek, she threw the gonad in her hand to the ground and stomped on it.](https://imgur.com/a/sHlS9Jq) Again and again, she slammed her foot onto the rubbery testicle while still shrieking. Each stomp sent a spasm through Jim’s body and forced a squirt of precum from his cock, coating Ina like a light spring rain.
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“I just want to say, I’m very sorry,” Ina assured for the seventh time.
“I already told you, it’s fine. I don’t mind sharing with *you*.” The auf sighed in relief. “Sure, I would be cross if you popped one, but since you didn’t, I rather enjoyed seeing you let loose. We’ve been through a lot, you need to practise some self-care. Stomping some nuts is great for stress relief! I knew you had it in you,” Despina said and smiled graciously.
A wordless whimper interrupted the princess’s good mood.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Be quiet already, this is almost as bad as when I had to walk back to Calvino because you kept whining about your balls. Just because that demon nibbled on them a bit.”
Ina gasped in shock. “He did that to you? A princess?” she asked and threw Jim a cold look. He was walking behind them, hands stuck down the front of his pants.
“Metal splinters in the sand… I can feel them getting stuck…” he meekly protested but Ina and Despina were too deep into their conversation to pay him any mind.
“Lala, laa, la la laah!” [In front of them, Chloe skipped through the desert ahead of them like a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed schoolgirl, dragging the clamped testicle behind her like a toy.](https://imgur.com/a/KVHCUBQ)
If he was being charitable, Jim would've said she was singing some melody, but it was so shrill and out of tune that he was sure it was just another way of torturing him. Because dragging one of his gonads over sand and stone, putting him in constant searing genital pain wasn't enough.
How she managed to be so energetic, dragging weeks’ worth of spunk through a hot desert he couldn’t tell. Then again, she hadn’t spent the night with her nuts being worked over by Despina. In fact, Chloe was snoring so loud, the sound would’ve kept him awake if the pain in his balls hadn’t.
At least his dick worked again. Although now he had the problem of being unable to look at anything but Despina’s bare tummy. Or Chloe’s hips. Or Ina’s rosy lips. Jim yelped and closed his eyes, his thoughts about ogling the girls blown away when Chloe got his testicle stuck somewhere between too rocks. Maybe Ina’s reservation about freeing him had a point.
“Hey, what’s that?” Ina suddenly asked.
Despina and Jim shielded their eyes against the sun, trying to make out what Inacea was pointing at. Even Chloe had stopped skipping and singing.
“It looks like a cloud?” Jim offered.
“Duh, thanks, idiot,” Despina said. “It looks strange… kind of sharp?”
“The colour is weird too,” Ina said. [“It looks like a thundercloud but shinier, somehow.”](https://imgur.com/a/TROmZxw)
“Ah, I heard about this.” Chloe had lifted the trapped ball from the sand, letting it swing back and forth like a pendulum. “That’s the reason this place is called the silver desert.” She flicked her wrist forward, swinging her toy up. She opened her hand to catch it but the testicle bounced on her fingertips and fell back down. “Dammit.”
“Not - ugh - not because of those weird metal spires?” Jim asked.
She shook her head. “No, but that makes sense too. It rains quicksilver here.”
“What!” Jim yelled, the pain in his nuts suddenly forgotten.
“What’s quicksilver?” Ina asked.
Despina leaned her head back in thought, mechanically saying, “It is a very useful liquid that is essential when mining gold and therefore we must always safeguard the cinnabar deposits in the north of the kingdom.” She sounded as if she was reciting some boring lecture, then suddenly she blushed. “Uh, that is to say, it’s very important and useful.”
“Is it coming towards us?” Jim asked frantically.
“I think so?”
His head was on a swivel, looking for some place where they could hide. “There! That spire, quick! We need to take shelter!”
“What’s going on?” Ina asked but Jim was already running, just urging her on.
“Later! Just trust me!” Something in his voice urged them forwards, his panic palpable enough to even make Chloe follow him, slowly and trailing behind maybe, but follow them she did.
A silvery-grey veil approached them, racing towards Jim and the others like a predator. It swallowed horizon and sunlight alike, slowly blotting out the sun.
They ran towards the nearest metallic pillar in a mad dash. The ‘rain’ grew ever nearer, moving across the desert landscape much faster than they could run.
Jim was the first to reach it. In one fluid motion, he jumped for a ledge above him, leading to another little hollow in the structure. He pulled himself up and immediately turned, lying on his chest and reached out to help the girls get up.
One by one, he pulled Ina, Despina and Chloe up to safety and when her pink hair passed him to sit down in the little shelter, he let out a sigh of relief.
“So, what was that about?” Ina asked.
Jim sighed. “Mercury is poisonous. Touching it a bit is fine but if you accidentally swallow it, things can get hairy really fast.”
“That’s the first time I ever heard of it, including the name. Why do you call it that?” Despina asked doubtfully.
“Never mind. You also shouldn’t breathe quicksilver in. I’m not sure how much vapour there is in the air, but maybe we should put some cloth over our mouths,” Jim said and tried hard not to stare at Despina’s bare midriff.
“I’m with Despina, that seems a little excessive just because of a little quicksilver,” Ina said.
Meanwhile, Chloe had already fished out a strip of rough fabric and started tying it behind her head. When she noticed the other three staring, she smiled – or Jim believed she was smiling from the way her eyebrows were arching.
“Thanks for looking out for me, darling!” she said and Jim groaned.
“Fine, I guess I can humour you…” Despina said and started tying a piece of her torn shirt over her mouth.
Chloe handed Jim another strap of cloth she had and he made to take it from her when his hand froze. “Chloe… didn’t you drag something behind you before? Where… where is my… you know?”
Her eyes wandered from Jim to her hand, then back to him. “Oh… I must have left your loveorb outside. Oops!”
The first silver drops began falling outside their shelter and suddenly, it felt as if all the moisture had been sucked out of his mouth. “Oh,” Jim agreed.
“Tch.” Red strands of hair rushed past him and into the starting hail of liquid metal. Ina and Jim gasped in unison.
“Don’t! It’s too dangerous!” he yelled.
The princess of Calvino turned and gave him a look so flat, it would make for a great ironing board. He noticed that, somehow, none of the toxic rain hit her. Then he noticed the arm she had raised above her head.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not doing this because I’m concerned about you or anything like that, I’m just getting back my toy that someone so carelessly left out in the rain.” As the rain intensified, splatters of silver crashed into an invisible wall above her, blasted away by the continuous stream of wind that was surging from her hands. “And guess what? When I’m back, I think I need to recover lots and lots of mana.”
Her grin sent shivers down Jim’s spine.
The heavy rain obscured any sight of the princess once she was more than a few steps from their shelter. They all waited, fidgeting and tense for a minute that seemed to stretch into eternity.
Jim could feel the impact of the rain drops around his stray nut, showering it with grains of sand. Surely she must be close by now… but wait, what if she couldn’t even see his nut in all this rain? What if she didn’t find her way back to the tower?
Someone grabbed hold of his ball and relief flooded through him. “She’s found it,” Jim informed his companions. His cheer only lasted for a moment, however, as he could feel Despina adjust her grip not just to his testicle, but to the metal clamp still lodged in it. Pressing down entirely too hard on it, it felt like she was trying to split the nut in two.
He grunted, clutching the empty space between his legs and toppled to the floor of their shelter.
“Ah, now we know it’s definitely Delilah who found it,” Chloe said.
Ina on the other hand gently laid his head on her lap instead of the hard metal of the tower. “There, there,” she gently said while patting his hair and watching his face scrunch up in testicular pain.
Despina was back a few seconds later, jumping directly into the cave with a burst of wind.
Jim spent the remainder of the strange deluge on Ina’s lap, whimpering and mewling. To his dismay, when Despina was back and settled in, she had offered Chloe to share the gonad for the rest of the day in some strange game that he wasn’t familiar with, but by the looks of it, it was Bythos’s version of playing pattycake, only this version involved smacking and punching a dismembered testicle. They both seemed to be familiar with the rules and weren’t daunted by Jim’s size, so he could only assume girls in this world usually played it with an already severed gonad, maybe a bull’s.
He stared out into the downpour outside, jolting up every so often when a particularly hard strike hit the girls’ toy.
Ina hummed. “Just let her have her fun for now. She earned it for going out there and grabbing your… uhm…”
“Yeah,” Jim simply squeaked, sparing her from needing to spell out what their companions were playing with.
His eyes roamed aimlessly over the silver-grey murkiness outside, in vain trying to find the horizon for any sign of the deluge letting up. When he couldn’t find it, he instead watched the raindrops pepper the ground, creating depressions in the sand like miniature craters.
It was a strange sight and Jim needed a moment to figure out why what was. Fixating on the colour of the sand, he realized it didn’t look wet – it was still a bright and pale yellow instead of the darker tone he was familiar with from beach trips with his family and, once, with his high school class.
How he’d always hated those visits to the beach. The swimming briefs he used to wear all left no doubt that there was nothing worth of notice between his legs. Instead of outlining a bulge he could be proud of, they always hung slack, a sad sack of fabric and air that made it look as if he was smooth as a doll down there. With a deep twinge of shame, he remembered when his sister had caught him trying to stuff a rolled-up sock, just one, down his briefs just so the lifeguard didn’t think he was a very flat-chested girl going topless.
Jim closed his eyes and opened them again. That wasn’t who he was now. He focused back on the sand outside. It made sense, he supposed. The mercury probably didn’t react much with the sand, just seeping through the grains straight into the ground.
Unless there was somewhere the liquid metal would pool… His eyes searched the ground, finding what he was looking for. On a concave rock, a puddle of mercury built up. It looked like someone had placed a mirror on the ground.
Slowly, the rain started dying down but instead of the sun pushing through, it somehow got darker. Jim’s eyes searched the horizon again, wondering what was going on. Instead of the silver-grey of the rainstorm, a menacing dark-brown cloud had engulfed them. In the wake of the rain, a sandstorm had brewed.
“Dammit, there’s a sandstorm coming immediately after! We have to- Uh!”
He had sat up and turned towards the others, just in time to distract Despina, causing Chloe to smack her hand alongside his testicle against Despina’s cheek, coating it with moist dribblings that the two girls had worked out of the nut over the last minutes.
Despina growled and plucked the testicle from Chloe’s grip. “A sandstorm too? That’s ridiculous!”
“Uh-oh,” Ina quietly said.
“What’s ‘uh-oh’, we have enough ‘uh-ohs’, we don’t need more!” Despina berated her.
“There’s something happening outside.”
Scooting to the edge, they all peered out into the approaching darkness and it didn’t take them long to recognize what Ina had been referring to. A strange glow, similar to the one that had engulfed the spire during the night, emanated from the puddle of mercury Jim had already noticed.
Before their eyes, the puddle flowed up and about, climbing and falling back down again, struggling to retain its shape.
Slowly, bit by bit, it formed a silhouette. Mercury flowed up from the ground, adding to the figure taking shape before their very eyes.
Stout legs constituted themselves, between which an impressive set of testicles as well as a large sheath hung. A belly and a back were added, then two slightly shorter front legs, and finally, a snarling head with a muzzle full of glinting teeth, ready to rip and tear at anything or anyone the beast deemed its target.
It was another creature like the wolf Despina had already defeated.
It raised its muzzle into the air, carefully sniffing. As it did, the sandstorm arrived around them, and Jim and the others carefully shuffled back from the edge of their lookout, slowly, so as to not draw the attention of the beast.
It was to no avail as it picked up their scent, its muzzle drawing back in a fearsome growl. Slowly, it stalked around the spire, each step like the strike of a drum.
It found them easily. With a deafening roar, the beast leapt up. Standing on its hind legs, it was just tall enough for its head – and more pressingly, its muzzle – to reach into the little hollow, snarling and snapping.
Spittle flew around them and they all pressed back as far back as possible in a panic, desperately trying not to get mauled by the beast and its dagger-length fangs. Their cries as well as the roars of the creature were almost lost entirely in the howling sandstorm raging outside.
What they couldn’t see was that outside, others had arrived.
The first indication that anyone but the snarling creature was near came when, suddenly, a weight tied to the end of a rope was thrown around the beast’s neck, winding around it multiple times. More ropes followed, not just around its neck but each of the creature’s limbs as well. Finally, ropes were slung around the creature’s nutsack, the first one winding around the top of the scrotum, pushing the massive testicles to the base of the metallic sack.
The second one, a steel cable, was wound between each of the beast’s full balls, looping around on one side of the nut cordage strand before plunging back down between the testicles, then repeating its loop on the other side of the taut bundle of nerves connecting the beast to its manhood. A figure appeared next to the creature’s captive testicles, dressed in a long, flowing cloak.
At some barely heard shout, the ropes pulled taut and the ravenous beast yowled, dragged back by neck and balls. The force proved too great, the wolf-like creature’s strength sapped by the tight hold on its sex organs. It flipped onto its back, limbs raised into the air as if submitting to an alpha.
Carefully, Jim and the others peered over the edge of their lookout and watched a group of people go to work on the beast.
They were all wrapped in thick cloth from head to toe, with thick gloves on their hands. Even their faces were obscured by snow goggles. Jim felt he had seen them before but he couldn’t say where. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw what they were doing.
As soon as the wolf’s limbs were pulled away from its body, one daring figure jumped onto the beast’s belly. The thick sheath of the creature was right in front of the figure and without hesitating, they slipped something over the dormant cock. It looked like a bag of some kind, and the figure had to roughly yank on the beast’s metal-plated sheath until the tip of its pink shaft was revealed. The figure secured the bag over its cock by pulling on two drawstrings, and the pouch lodged on the glans like a strange condom.
The figure raised her hand and opened her large overcoat in the front, revealing two heavy breasts that must have been almost as large as the woman’s head.
The party gasped in unison. The woman stepped forward and gave the beast’s cock an intimate hug and it looked like she was hugging a tree. Taking her feet off its belly, she wrapped her legs around its cock as well and started rocking up and down the rapidly engorging dick. The sight sent a twitch through Jim’s loins.
Meanwhile, directly below them, six figures – all women as Jim now realized by the bulging shapes on their chests – approached between the beast’s legs. Each of them carried a large sledgehammer. They lined up in front of the creature’s jiggling nutsack, three of them facing each testicle.
This time, it was Despina who felt a pleasant glow in her loins and she let her companions know with a small moan.
Perfectly coordinated, the women slammed their sledgehammers down onto the massive testicle in front of them right after their comrade had lifted her weapon away, each nut easily as large as they were. A staccato of metallic gongs sounded out, only surpassed by the beast suddenly crying out in a pitiful screech.
Each woman hit the metal-plated nuts on exactly the same spot her sister in arms had struck and with each blow, the hammerheads sunk a little deeper into the nutmeat, the metal armour of its manhood buckled a little more and its crying became a little higher and weaker.
On its belly, the woman was vigorously jerking the creature off in a full-bodied handjob. She was thrown side to side by the twitching cock as well as the creature’s struggling as it felt its nuts get hammered into paste, but with an iron grip she held onto its cock.
In their little alcove, the party watched, mesmerized by the immaculate organization of the girls below them as they attacked the metallic wolf’s balls relentlessly. None of them dared to make a sound, no one but Despina, who had sneaked her hand down her pants. Jim didn’t dare take his eyes off the scene to see what she was doing but the little squishy noises as well as her quickening breath told him all that he needed to know.
Speeding up, the girls seemed to know that they would soon reach the nut’s breaking point and they put their all into it to reach it. More and more, the ball they were hammering deformed, going from its healthy oval shape to a suggestion of a donut shape, the hole being worked into the straining gonad by the hammers.
The girl pressing her tits against the beast’s cock sped up as well, bouncing up and down on the towering fuckstick with wild abandon. Her hands and feet rubbed up and down as well, for at least as much as she would dare without compromising her hold on the dick.
Then, with a pathetic mewling, the beast came. Ropes upon ropes blasted from its cock, inflating the bag over its glans.
The women at its balls changed their rhythm and instead of a staccato of blows, they now all struck as one, impacting the massive gonad as close to each other’s weapon as they could.
By the third collective nut strike, they were rewarded with the sound of warping metal. The fourth strike produced a clearly visible crack running down the entire length of the gonad. It was the fifth strike that ruptured the creature’s balls.
With a sound that was simultaneously a crash of metal as well as a tearing of ballmeat, the testicle popped open. The metal shell around its scrotum split in two craggy halves and out of it exploded chunks of gonad as, without the protective armour, the nut was as frail as any other manhood. It stood no chance of withstanding being pummelled by three women with sledgehammers.
A gristly coating of white slime covered their feet as the ball erupted, but they didn’t stop there. Instead, they immediately focused on the bits of nut still attached to the beast and crushed those with precision, not leaving the creature with even a trace amount of nutmeat left.
The brutal castration had been carried out by the two teams on either gonad and it had prolonged the wolf’s orgasm far beyond its natural limits as its body was urged to blast out its DNA before it would be irrevocably neutered. Unfortunately, instead of a fertile womb it only coated the inside of a bag white before the creature slipped into merciful unconsciousness, probably dreaming of the few wonderful moments of its life before the small female creatures surrounded and castrated it.
Their hard and wet work done, the women congratulated each other, relaxing and jovially talking with each other. All but one.
The woman that had jerked the beast off, her tits still hanging out, eased the cumbag off of the beast’s wilting cock, careful not to spill a single drop. She tied it off at the end and handed it to one of her compatriots, then patted the now limp glans in an almost gentle gesture. Dribbles of cum still oozed from the now permanently useless cock, and the woman dabbed her hand in it. Slowly, she spread the seed over her massive breasts, the milky fluid glazing her tits thickly. She turned as if to walk away when suddenly, her head jerked up towards the hollow from which Ina, Despina, Chloe and Jim were watching.
“Antaudu!”
Immediately, the other women turned and raised their weapons.
With his hands raised into the air, Jim slowly stood and the rest of his party followed.
“Sorry, what?” Jim asked.
But that only seemed to make the strange cum-drenched warriors more infuriated.
“Pudota ase!” one of them yelled.
Chloe, who had picked up one of Jim’s nuts at some point during the castration, threw the testicle to them with a shrug.
One of the women grasped her weapon tighter and, as if she had been playing baseball all her life, swung the hammer in a perfect arc, nailing the falling testicle perfectly centre.
With a wet splat, the nut was hit and zoomed through the air before slapping against the spire, where it slowly started sliding down with a sad squeak.
Jim mirrored the trajectory of his testicle, his hands stuck down his pants. Accusingly, he looked at Chloe. “Why?” he squeaked. Then he fell from their elevated shelter and hit the sand.
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*This chapter felt a bit rough while writing it and I couldn’t figure out why in editing… Ideally, I would have another one-off story ready for the holidays but the ending is taking me longer than expected.*
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“Ina, please!”
The auf yawned deeply, pushing his face away with one hand while rubbing her eyes with the other. “I just woke up… can’t this wait?”
“I’m begging you, it doesn’t even take you a second! I just need to get my dick out of this thing!”
“Oh, eww! Don’t say that! Now I’m definitely not doing it, you probably just want to rub your winky and do lewd things like that.”
“Wha- No! I didn’t mean it like that, I just really need to get this cage off me. Please, I’ll, uh, go behind the spire so you don’t see anything!”
He stared at the sleepy girl intently while practically kneeling over her. His hands were planted on either side of Ina and he leaned forward far enough that their faces almost touched. Jim remained, even when Ina yawned again. Then they both heard a sound like someone had just slapped a cantaloupe.
Ina blinked, trying to process why her yawning was suddenly interrupted by something occupying her mouth. Lips pressed against hers and she could feel hot breath stream over her tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. [Jim was locking lips with her and he looked just as shocked as she did.](https://imgur.com/a/QNfvwzk) Quietly, he started to moan.
With a little wet kissy noise, her head jerked back, separating their lips. “Eeek! You perv!” Her hand left a stinging, red imprint on his cheek, but when he barely reacted, still holding a single, squeaky moan, she stopped and took a moment to identify what had actually happened.
She got her answer when Despina’s red hair rose from behind Jim, wiggling in time with a short laugh. “Sorry, girl, but you have to let a boy’s nuts know immediately when he needs to give you space. Hah, but I didn’t think I could make him kiss you by kicking his balls up into his throat. I hope you didn’t taste nuts.”
“That’s, uh… thank you, Despina,” Ina said. “Are you sure you want to take the cage off? You’ll have to carry it around all day. At least now it’s snug around your thing and you have your hands free.”
“Y-yes, I do,” came Jim’s weak voice.
“… Fine, I’ll remove your… spuds, Jim. Go behind the spire so you can take the cage off. But *only* that, alright? I don’t want to hold your… stuff while you tug on your noodle.”
“Aww, really?” Despina asked. “You should make him squirm and beg some more. Oh, or demand he lets you kick his nuts two or twenty times before you let him out.”
“Not all of us frig ourselves silly to boys getting their eggs scrambled…” Ina muttered. When Despina demanded to know what she had said, she quickly said “Nothing!” and shoved Jim towards the spire.
“Th-thank you…” Jim said, holding his currently still attached and very sore testicles. He slowly shuffled away from the group until he rounded the metal structure they had made camp in, until he was out of sight. A high-pitched, “OK, I’m ready,” gave Ina the go.
She flicked her wrist to produce two large, off-white and very out of round ovals. Little veins criss-crossed the engorged balls. “Oof, they’re heavy!” Ina exclaimed, followed by a curious, “Oh hey, I can see a hole where the spike pierced it. I hope that doesn’t, like, get infected.”
From behind the metal tower, she heard Jim say, “OK, I think I can get it off!”
He slowly pulled his stretched and much-abused sack through the metal loop that had previously prevented their escape. Every time Ina used her magic, it felt incredibly strange to touch himself down there. He couldn’t help but freak out a little each time grabbing the empty skin sack, as if Despina had already made good on her threat to unman him. He could still feel his balls, of course, especially since Ina currently had her thumb over the spot where the beast’s metal spike had penetrated the nut, but not being able to grab and hold the aching orbs was unnerving.
With a sigh, he pulled the last bit of nutsack through the loop. Instantly, he could feel the pressure on his dick alleviate. With shaking hands, he removed the cage from his privates, only to be greeted by a pitiful sight.
His cock was so wrinkly and *small*. Not as small as it had been back on Earth, in fact, the limp dick was probably still bigger than that of most porn stars. But to Jim, who had become so used to a penis the size of a bat, it looked downright tiny.
*It’s OK, I just need to get the blood flowing…*
Despite his assurances that he would not do anything untoward, his hand wrapped around his dick, starting to pump the pruney appendage in an effort to make it grow. His heartbeat quickened, not in arousal but in panic.
*Come on, get hard, I always had trouble not popping a boner in front of people before Bruna put this stupid thing on me… Why isn’t my dick working?!*
As horror visions of impossible erections and a lifetime of impotence played in his mind, Despina approached Inacea holding the quaking white ovals in her hands. “I’ll be taking those, thank you very much!”
“I don’t think so!” Chloe suddenly called out. She was twirling a short length of rope over her head, the end of which was tied to what looked like a miniature bear trap.
Her arm snapped forward and the strange contraption shot out, finding its target with deadly accuracy – one of Jim’s balls resting in Ina’s hand. Metal teeth closed around the testicle, sinking into its flesh and lodging onto it tightly.
Chloe pulled her arm back, yanking her prize out of Ina’s hands. The nut bounced over the rough, sandy terrain, leaving a trail of leaking fluid where Chloe’s claw had pierced it.
“Hey! Give that back, that’s mine!” Despina yelled and immediately ran after Chloe. The girl laughed her ghastly laugh and bolted, dragging Jim’s ball over sand, rock and small bits of metal that must have chipped off the spire. The princess chased after Chloe, trying to either stop her or at least stop the nut by stomping on the rope, but her efforts only resulted in ill-timed stamping onto the trapped ball, forcing a little squirt of fluid out of the wounds.
What was once one half of an impressive manhood dangling safely between Jim’s legs soon looked like a sad, scuffed up and dirty rock. A soft, quivering rock that leaked some thick, white cream, but certainly not like a fertile man’s sex organs, brimming with seed.
Despina eventually gave up with a huff, out of breath and sweaty. She stomped back to Inacea and snatched the remaining testicle from her hands. “Fine, I’ll let you have that one for today, weirdo. But only because it is below me to cause a scene. Know that, with my magic, I could lay you flat on your ass any time I liked.”
“Psh, that’s what a loser would say!”
With a scowl that could kill, the princess stuffed the testicle down her sweat-drenched panties like they had offended her personally and walked away. “Not listening! You’re just a petulant child. Go play with that nut and stop bothering me. But be careful with it! If you pop my ball, I will blast you into the sun!”
Not wanting to be part of their little argument, Ina had walked around the metal tower to check on Jim. Her brain needed to adjust for a moment before she really took in what she was seeing. Her friend lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. The silvery glint in the sand next to him. And the tower of flesh rising up into the air next to it, at least as long as her forearm, crowned by a shiny pink head. From the tip, the occasional spurt of clear fluid squirted and ran down the entire length like a malfunctioning fountain.
She didn’t even notice herself flicking her wrist. [With a shriek, she threw the gonad in her hand to the ground and stomped on it.](https://imgur.com/a/sHlS9Jq) Again and again, she slammed her foot onto the rubbery testicle while still shrieking. Each stomp sent a spasm through Jim’s body and forced a squirt of precum from his cock, coating Ina like a light spring rain.
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“I just want to say, I’m very sorry,” Ina assured for the seventh time.
“I already told you, it’s fine. I don’t mind sharing with *you*.” The auf sighed in relief. “Sure, I would be cross if you popped one, but since you didn’t, I rather enjoyed seeing you let loose. We’ve been through a lot, you need to practise some self-care. Stomping some nuts is great for stress relief! I knew you had it in you,” Despina said and smiled graciously.
A wordless whimper interrupted the princess’s good mood.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Be quiet already, this is almost as bad as when I had to walk back to Calvino because you kept whining about your balls. Just because that demon nibbled on them a bit.”
Ina gasped in shock. “He did that to you? A princess?” she asked and threw Jim a cold look. He was walking behind them, hands stuck down the front of his pants.
“Metal splinters in the sand… I can feel them getting stuck…” he meekly protested but Ina and Despina were too deep into their conversation to pay him any mind.
“Lala, laa, la la laah!” [In front of them, Chloe skipped through the desert ahead of them like a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed schoolgirl, dragging the clamped testicle behind her like a toy.](https://imgur.com/a/KVHCUBQ)
If he was being charitable, Jim would've said she was singing some melody, but it was so shrill and out of tune that he was sure it was just another way of torturing him. Because dragging one of his gonads over sand and stone, putting him in constant searing genital pain wasn't enough.
How she managed to be so energetic, dragging weeks’ worth of spunk through a hot desert he couldn’t tell. Then again, she hadn’t spent the night with her nuts being worked over by Despina. In fact, Chloe was snoring so loud, the sound would’ve kept him awake if the pain in his balls hadn’t.
At least his dick worked again. Although now he had the problem of being unable to look at anything but Despina’s bare tummy. Or Chloe’s hips. Or Ina’s rosy lips. Jim yelped and closed his eyes, his thoughts about ogling the girls blown away when Chloe got his testicle stuck somewhere between too rocks. Maybe Ina’s reservation about freeing him had a point.
“Hey, what’s that?” Ina suddenly asked.
Despina and Jim shielded their eyes against the sun, trying to make out what Inacea was pointing at. Even Chloe had stopped skipping and singing.
“It looks like a cloud?” Jim offered.
“Duh, thanks, idiot,” Despina said. “It looks strange… kind of sharp?”
“The colour is weird too,” Ina said. [“It looks like a thundercloud but shinier, somehow.”](https://imgur.com/a/TROmZxw)
“Ah, I heard about this.” Chloe had lifted the trapped ball from the sand, letting it swing back and forth like a pendulum. “That’s the reason this place is called the silver desert.” She flicked her wrist forward, swinging her toy up. She opened her hand to catch it but the testicle bounced on her fingertips and fell back down. “Dammit.”
“Not - ugh - not because of those weird metal spires?” Jim asked.
She shook her head. “No, but that makes sense too. It rains quicksilver here.”
“What!” Jim yelled, the pain in his nuts suddenly forgotten.
“What’s quicksilver?” Ina asked.
Despina leaned her head back in thought, mechanically saying, “It is a very useful liquid that is essential when mining gold and therefore we must always safeguard the cinnabar deposits in the north of the kingdom.” She sounded as if she was reciting some boring lecture, then suddenly she blushed. “Uh, that is to say, it’s very important and useful.”
“Is it coming towards us?” Jim asked frantically.
“I think so?”
His head was on a swivel, looking for some place where they could hide. “There! That spire, quick! We need to take shelter!”
“What’s going on?” Ina asked but Jim was already running, just urging her on.
“Later! Just trust me!” Something in his voice urged them forwards, his panic palpable enough to even make Chloe follow him, slowly and trailing behind maybe, but follow them she did.
A silvery-grey veil approached them, racing towards Jim and the others like a predator. It swallowed horizon and sunlight alike, slowly blotting out the sun.
They ran towards the nearest metallic pillar in a mad dash. The ‘rain’ grew ever nearer, moving across the desert landscape much faster than they could run.
Jim was the first to reach it. In one fluid motion, he jumped for a ledge above him, leading to another little hollow in the structure. He pulled himself up and immediately turned, lying on his chest and reached out to help the girls get up.
One by one, he pulled Ina, Despina and Chloe up to safety and when her pink hair passed him to sit down in the little shelter, he let out a sigh of relief.
“So, what was that about?” Ina asked.
Jim sighed. “Mercury is poisonous. Touching it a bit is fine but if you accidentally swallow it, things can get hairy really fast.”
“That’s the first time I ever heard of it, including the name. Why do you call it that?” Despina asked doubtfully.
“Never mind. You also shouldn’t breathe quicksilver in. I’m not sure how much vapour there is in the air, but maybe we should put some cloth over our mouths,” Jim said and tried hard not to stare at Despina’s bare midriff.
“I’m with Despina, that seems a little excessive just because of a little quicksilver,” Ina said.
Meanwhile, Chloe had already fished out a strip of rough fabric and started tying it behind her head. When she noticed the other three staring, she smiled – or Jim believed she was smiling from the way her eyebrows were arching.
“Thanks for looking out for me, darling!” she said and Jim groaned.
“Fine, I guess I can humour you…” Despina said and started tying a piece of her torn shirt over her mouth.
Chloe handed Jim another strap of cloth she had and he made to take it from her when his hand froze. “Chloe… didn’t you drag something behind you before? Where… where is my… you know?”
Her eyes wandered from Jim to her hand, then back to him. “Oh… I must have left your loveorb outside. Oops!”
The first silver drops began falling outside their shelter and suddenly, it felt as if all the moisture had been sucked out of his mouth. “Oh,” Jim agreed.
“Tch.” Red strands of hair rushed past him and into the starting hail of liquid metal. Ina and Jim gasped in unison.
“Don’t! It’s too dangerous!” he yelled.
The princess of Calvino turned and gave him a look so flat, it would make for a great ironing board. He noticed that, somehow, none of the toxic rain hit her. Then he noticed the arm she had raised above her head.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not doing this because I’m concerned about you or anything like that, I’m just getting back my toy that someone so carelessly left out in the rain.” As the rain intensified, splatters of silver crashed into an invisible wall above her, blasted away by the continuous stream of wind that was surging from her hands. “And guess what? When I’m back, I think I need to recover lots and lots of mana.”
Her grin sent shivers down Jim’s spine.
The heavy rain obscured any sight of the princess once she was more than a few steps from their shelter. They all waited, fidgeting and tense for a minute that seemed to stretch into eternity.
Jim could feel the impact of the rain drops around his stray nut, showering it with grains of sand. Surely she must be close by now… but wait, what if she couldn’t even see his nut in all this rain? What if she didn’t find her way back to the tower?
Someone grabbed hold of his ball and relief flooded through him. “She’s found it,” Jim informed his companions. His cheer only lasted for a moment, however, as he could feel Despina adjust her grip not just to his testicle, but to the metal clamp still lodged in it. Pressing down entirely too hard on it, it felt like she was trying to split the nut in two.
He grunted, clutching the empty space between his legs and toppled to the floor of their shelter.
“Ah, now we know it’s definitely Delilah who found it,” Chloe said.
Ina on the other hand gently laid his head on her lap instead of the hard metal of the tower. “There, there,” she gently said while patting his hair and watching his face scrunch up in testicular pain.
Despina was back a few seconds later, jumping directly into the cave with a burst of wind.
Jim spent the remainder of the strange deluge on Ina’s lap, whimpering and mewling. To his dismay, when Despina was back and settled in, she had offered Chloe to share the gonad for the rest of the day in some strange game that he wasn’t familiar with, but by the looks of it, it was Bythos’s version of playing pattycake, only this version involved smacking and punching a dismembered testicle. They both seemed to be familiar with the rules and weren’t daunted by Jim’s size, so he could only assume girls in this world usually played it with an already severed gonad, maybe a bull’s.
He stared out into the downpour outside, jolting up every so often when a particularly hard strike hit the girls’ toy.
Ina hummed. “Just let her have her fun for now. She earned it for going out there and grabbing your… uhm…”
“Yeah,” Jim simply squeaked, sparing her from needing to spell out what their companions were playing with.
His eyes roamed aimlessly over the silver-grey murkiness outside, in vain trying to find the horizon for any sign of the deluge letting up. When he couldn’t find it, he instead watched the raindrops pepper the ground, creating depressions in the sand like miniature craters.
It was a strange sight and Jim needed a moment to figure out why what was. Fixating on the colour of the sand, he realized it didn’t look wet – it was still a bright and pale yellow instead of the darker tone he was familiar with from beach trips with his family and, once, with his high school class.
How he’d always hated those visits to the beach. The swimming briefs he used to wear all left no doubt that there was nothing worth of notice between his legs. Instead of outlining a bulge he could be proud of, they always hung slack, a sad sack of fabric and air that made it look as if he was smooth as a doll down there. With a deep twinge of shame, he remembered when his sister had caught him trying to stuff a rolled-up sock, just one, down his briefs just so the lifeguard didn’t think he was a very flat-chested girl going topless.
Jim closed his eyes and opened them again. That wasn’t who he was now. He focused back on the sand outside. It made sense, he supposed. The mercury probably didn’t react much with the sand, just seeping through the grains straight into the ground.
Unless there was somewhere the liquid metal would pool… His eyes searched the ground, finding what he was looking for. On a concave rock, a puddle of mercury built up. It looked like someone had placed a mirror on the ground.
Slowly, the rain started dying down but instead of the sun pushing through, it somehow got darker. Jim’s eyes searched the horizon again, wondering what was going on. Instead of the silver-grey of the rainstorm, a menacing dark-brown cloud had engulfed them. In the wake of the rain, a sandstorm had brewed.
“Dammit, there’s a sandstorm coming immediately after! We have to- Uh!”
He had sat up and turned towards the others, just in time to distract Despina, causing Chloe to smack her hand alongside his testicle against Despina’s cheek, coating it with moist dribblings that the two girls had worked out of the nut over the last minutes.
Despina growled and plucked the testicle from Chloe’s grip. “A sandstorm too? That’s ridiculous!”
“Uh-oh,” Ina quietly said.
“What’s ‘uh-oh’, we have enough ‘uh-ohs’, we don’t need more!” Despina berated her.
“There’s something happening outside.”
Scooting to the edge, they all peered out into the approaching darkness and it didn’t take them long to recognize what Ina had been referring to. A strange glow, similar to the one that had engulfed the spire during the night, emanated from the puddle of mercury Jim had already noticed.
Before their eyes, the puddle flowed up and about, climbing and falling back down again, struggling to retain its shape.
Slowly, bit by bit, it formed a silhouette. Mercury flowed up from the ground, adding to the figure taking shape before their very eyes.
Stout legs constituted themselves, between which an impressive set of testicles as well as a large sheath hung. A belly and a back were added, then two slightly shorter front legs, and finally, a snarling head with a muzzle full of glinting teeth, ready to rip and tear at anything or anyone the beast deemed its target.
It was another creature like the wolf Despina had already defeated.
It raised its muzzle into the air, carefully sniffing. As it did, the sandstorm arrived around them, and Jim and the others carefully shuffled back from the edge of their lookout, slowly, so as to not draw the attention of the beast.
It was to no avail as it picked up their scent, its muzzle drawing back in a fearsome growl. Slowly, it stalked around the spire, each step like the strike of a drum.
It found them easily. With a deafening roar, the beast leapt up. Standing on its hind legs, it was just tall enough for its head – and more pressingly, its muzzle – to reach into the little hollow, snarling and snapping.
Spittle flew around them and they all pressed back as far back as possible in a panic, desperately trying not to get mauled by the beast and its dagger-length fangs. Their cries as well as the roars of the creature were almost lost entirely in the howling sandstorm raging outside.
What they couldn’t see was that outside, others had arrived.
The first indication that anyone but the snarling creature was near came when, suddenly, a weight tied to the end of a rope was thrown around the beast’s neck, winding around it multiple times. More ropes followed, not just around its neck but each of the creature’s limbs as well. Finally, ropes were slung around the creature’s nutsack, the first one winding around the top of the scrotum, pushing the massive testicles to the base of the metallic sack.
The second one, a steel cable, was wound between each of the beast’s full balls, looping around on one side of the nut cordage strand before plunging back down between the testicles, then repeating its loop on the other side of the taut bundle of nerves connecting the beast to its manhood. A figure appeared next to the creature’s captive testicles, dressed in a long, flowing cloak.
At some barely heard shout, the ropes pulled taut and the ravenous beast yowled, dragged back by neck and balls. The force proved too great, the wolf-like creature’s strength sapped by the tight hold on its sex organs. It flipped onto its back, limbs raised into the air as if submitting to an alpha.
Carefully, Jim and the others peered over the edge of their lookout and watched a group of people go to work on the beast.
They were all wrapped in thick cloth from head to toe, with thick gloves on their hands. Even their faces were obscured by snow goggles. Jim felt he had seen them before but he couldn’t say where. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw what they were doing.
As soon as the wolf’s limbs were pulled away from its body, one daring figure jumped onto the beast’s belly. The thick sheath of the creature was right in front of the figure and without hesitating, they slipped something over the dormant cock. It looked like a bag of some kind, and the figure had to roughly yank on the beast’s metal-plated sheath until the tip of its pink shaft was revealed. The figure secured the bag over its cock by pulling on two drawstrings, and the pouch lodged on the glans like a strange condom.
The figure raised her hand and opened her large overcoat in the front, revealing two heavy breasts that must have been almost as large as the woman’s head.
The party gasped in unison. The woman stepped forward and gave the beast’s cock an intimate hug and it looked like she was hugging a tree. Taking her feet off its belly, she wrapped her legs around its cock as well and started rocking up and down the rapidly engorging dick. The sight sent a twitch through Jim’s loins.
Meanwhile, directly below them, six figures – all women as Jim now realized by the bulging shapes on their chests – approached between the beast’s legs. Each of them carried a large sledgehammer. They lined up in front of the creature’s jiggling nutsack, three of them facing each testicle.
This time, it was Despina who felt a pleasant glow in her loins and she let her companions know with a small moan.
Perfectly coordinated, the women slammed their sledgehammers down onto the massive testicle in front of them right after their comrade had lifted her weapon away, each nut easily as large as they were. A staccato of metallic gongs sounded out, only surpassed by the beast suddenly crying out in a pitiful screech.
Each woman hit the metal-plated nuts on exactly the same spot her sister in arms had struck and with each blow, the hammerheads sunk a little deeper into the nutmeat, the metal armour of its manhood buckled a little more and its crying became a little higher and weaker.
On its belly, the woman was vigorously jerking the creature off in a full-bodied handjob. She was thrown side to side by the twitching cock as well as the creature’s struggling as it felt its nuts get hammered into paste, but with an iron grip she held onto its cock.
In their little alcove, the party watched, mesmerized by the immaculate organization of the girls below them as they attacked the metallic wolf’s balls relentlessly. None of them dared to make a sound, no one but Despina, who had sneaked her hand down her pants. Jim didn’t dare take his eyes off the scene to see what she was doing but the little squishy noises as well as her quickening breath told him all that he needed to know.
Speeding up, the girls seemed to know that they would soon reach the nut’s breaking point and they put their all into it to reach it. More and more, the ball they were hammering deformed, going from its healthy oval shape to a suggestion of a donut shape, the hole being worked into the straining gonad by the hammers.
The girl pressing her tits against the beast’s cock sped up as well, bouncing up and down on the towering fuckstick with wild abandon. Her hands and feet rubbed up and down as well, for at least as much as she would dare without compromising her hold on the dick.
Then, with a pathetic mewling, the beast came. Ropes upon ropes blasted from its cock, inflating the bag over its glans.
The women at its balls changed their rhythm and instead of a staccato of blows, they now all struck as one, impacting the massive gonad as close to each other’s weapon as they could.
By the third collective nut strike, they were rewarded with the sound of warping metal. The fourth strike produced a clearly visible crack running down the entire length of the gonad. It was the fifth strike that ruptured the creature’s balls.
With a sound that was simultaneously a crash of metal as well as a tearing of ballmeat, the testicle popped open. The metal shell around its scrotum split in two craggy halves and out of it exploded chunks of gonad as, without the protective armour, the nut was as frail as any other manhood. It stood no chance of withstanding being pummelled by three women with sledgehammers.
A gristly coating of white slime covered their feet as the ball erupted, but they didn’t stop there. Instead, they immediately focused on the bits of nut still attached to the beast and crushed those with precision, not leaving the creature with even a trace amount of nutmeat left.
The brutal castration had been carried out by the two teams on either gonad and it had prolonged the wolf’s orgasm far beyond its natural limits as its body was urged to blast out its DNA before it would be irrevocably neutered. Unfortunately, instead of a fertile womb it only coated the inside of a bag white before the creature slipped into merciful unconsciousness, probably dreaming of the few wonderful moments of its life before the small female creatures surrounded and castrated it.
Their hard and wet work done, the women congratulated each other, relaxing and jovially talking with each other. All but one.
The woman that had jerked the beast off, her tits still hanging out, eased the cumbag off of the beast’s wilting cock, careful not to spill a single drop. She tied it off at the end and handed it to one of her compatriots, then patted the now limp glans in an almost gentle gesture. Dribbles of cum still oozed from the now permanently useless cock, and the woman dabbed her hand in it. Slowly, she spread the seed over her massive breasts, the milky fluid glazing her tits thickly. She turned as if to walk away when suddenly, her head jerked up towards the hollow from which Ina, Despina, Chloe and Jim were watching.
“Antaudu!”
Immediately, the other women turned and raised their weapons.
With his hands raised into the air, Jim slowly stood and the rest of his party followed.
“Sorry, what?” Jim asked.
But that only seemed to make the strange cum-drenched warriors more infuriated.
“Pudota ase!” one of them yelled.
Chloe, who had picked up one of Jim’s nuts at some point during the castration, threw the testicle to them with a shrug.
One of the women grasped her weapon tighter and, as if she had been playing baseball all her life, swung the hammer in a perfect arc, nailing the falling testicle perfectly centre.
With a wet splat, the nut was hit and zoomed through the air before slapping against the spire, where it slowly started sliding down with a sad squeak.
Jim mirrored the trajectory of his testicle, his hands stuck down his pants. Accusingly, he looked at Chloe. “Why?” he squeaked. Then he fell from their elevated shelter and hit the sand.
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*Merry Christmas!*
*This chapter felt a bit rough while writing it and I couldn’t figure out why in editing… Ideally, I would have another one-off story ready for the holidays but the ending is taking me longer than expected.*
