Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 49
Chapter 49 – content: >!castration threats, public nudity, teasing!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Liikkua!”
“Alright, just stop poking me with that hammer thing,” Despina complained.
“At least they only poke you in the back,” Jim murmured.
“Kukaan ei kysynyt mielipidettäsi, poika,” the woman behind him said and swung the handle of her sledgehammer up between his legs. He groaned, stumbling at the sudden hit to his privates. His knees hit the sand and his groan transformed into a cough when the pain in his nuts travelled up to his queasy stomach.
His captor didn’t say anything, instead being content with the symbolic gesture of placing the hammerhead directly on his sack. Even if he didn’t understand their language, the implied threat to his fertility was obvious after he had just seen these women break down literal balls of steel. He forced himself to his feet again, stumbling onwards.
For hours, they had been walking through the sandstorm now. Every inch of his body was rubbed raw by constantly being blasted with sand. The feeling of having a mouth full of grit wasn’t even the worst part because at some point, Ina’s spell had run out and his balls were back inside his sack – but Jim wasn’t sure if they weren’t still coated in sand. Each step made them feel like they were rubbing against sandpaper. To be fair, the feeling could also be from Chloe dragging the raw testicle over sand and rock, not to mention the clamp she had used to secure the slippery orb, or from the girl that was assigned to guard him slamming the handle of her hammer into his balls every thirty minutes without fail. He had counted.
They were strange, besides just the violent semen harvesting session he had witnessed. The fully covered women were unusually small, the tops of their heads barely reaching his chest, but they didn’t have the petite build of kobolds either. And goblins with their fur would probably get a heatstroke in minutes, marching through the desert covered like that.
The voluptuous chest their leader had revealed during their… battle with the metallic creature indicated that they were anything but children as well. Even now, Jim could make out the round protrusions through her heavy coat, wobbling with each step…
Suddenly, she stopped, though her chest kept moving up and down, the weight of her plentiful assets retaining momentum far better than the rest of her body. One of the other women stamped the butt of her hammer on the ground, a flat rock surface, Jim noted. His eyes returned to watch the hypnotic chest but quickly fell to his feet when he noticed that the woman they belonged to, the apparent leader of this expedition, was staring back at him.
No one said anything and for several seconds, nothing happened. Then, the grating sound of rock sliding across rock came from their side and Jim watched a hole open up in the ground. It was perfectly circular, a disk of rock sliding down and away on some unseen hinge. Below it, steps led down in a spiral.
At another order, the group began to move down the stairway. Quickly, light became sparse, while the air around them lost the searing heat of the desert above. After the last of their group had passed, the stony lid slid back into place with a satisfying rush of air. Down they walked, descending the stairs for what Jim estimated to be at least ten minutes.
Finally, the stairway yielded to a den of sorts, constrained by a low vaulted ceiling. And they weren’t alone.
Yellow and orange eyes lit up like small lights in the dark. They couldn’t be human, not just because of their colour or their vertical pupils. They were too far apart, clearly belonging on an inhuman face, and one was clearly staring at the group upside down, hanging from the ceiling.
Their detainers kept going, entirely unperturbed. Trying not to dwell on the creatures watching them intently from the dark, Jim closed his eyes. It didn’t help much because now he could clearly make out the skittering and shuffling these things produced, something he hadn’t noticed over the sound of his boots. But there was something else, something in the way the sound propagated, in the way the air shifted. There had to be tunnels here, hidden somewhere in the dark, leading to… something.
The group stopped again and one of the girls stamped her weapon on the floor, again. When he heard rock slide over rock once more, Jim opened his eyes and blinked.
Thrust from the near complete darkness into a bright, bustling marketplace in front of them, Jim squinted and raised his hand to shield his stinging eyes. Slowly, they crossed from the cave into some sort of town where people were busy going about their daily lives.
The passage behind them slid closed again and Jim quickly turned to see what had been lurking in the dark, only to barely catch a hairless tail skitter away into the dark.
The town had a solemn, stately air about it. Houses were hewn from rock that ranged from grey to beige and even a few spots of marbled olive green or the blue of a cornflower. [They were decorated by unusually hexagonal or octagonal pillars, or metal fittings in entirely angular shapes.](https://imgur.com/a/nEqRIcZ)
People were milling about, talking and shopping and relaxing, and none of them even came close to Jim’s height – the tallest person he saw topped out at around Jim’s chin. They were a short, stocky people, with broad shoulders, practical, flowing garb and, in the case of the men he saw, long bushy beards.
*We’ve been taken prisoner by dwarfs*, it dawned on him.
Besides Jim and the others, their captors pulled off their face coverings and revealed their faces. They generally followed the build of their bodies, with round faces and pronounced jaws, but also kind, big eyes as well as thick, luscious hair. Their hair colour ran a gamut of ‘earthy’ tones, from hazelnut and coffee coloured hair to bright red and even a few rose and pale purples. Their leader stood out, a short mane of golden hair unfurling from beneath her cap.
Then some of them stripped off their coats, revealing the light linen shirts and shorts they wore underneath their heavy coverings, and Jim’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. It wasn’t just their leader that had a massive pair, each of them could give a Hooters girl complexes about the size of her chest. And if he thought their shoulders were broad for women, their hips more than made up for it. As stocky as these girls were, their wide hips looked like they could ride a man all night until he was drained into submission. He could feel his pants tighten.
“Tulet seuraamaan minua nyt. Älä yritä juosta äläkä eksy,” one of the girls said to Jim, [a young woman with full lips and plum-coloured hair that was pulled back in a mini pompadour.](https://imgur.com/a/6DJKez6)
“W-what was that?” he asked, staring at the pearls of sweat running down into her cleavage, soaking into her shirt and turning it translucent enough for her areola to shine through.
She gave a cute little laugh, gave him a gentle sacktap with the palm of her hand and said, “I’m Vivi. Follow, you horny boy.”
“Uh-huh...” he groaned, then followed her, mouth agape and hands crossed over his groin. Someone, maybe it was Ina, called after him, but Jim barely heard her.
*Look at the way her hips sway… Goddess, I bet she would look amazing in high heels.* She kept throwing him glances over her shoulder and all of a sudden, he was reminded that he *still* hadn’t been able to rub one out ever since Ina had freed him from his cage, so to speak. He tried to think of something to say. “So, uh, I’m not a prisoner any more?”
“No, you be prisoner, but if you run, miss this,” she said and turned, pulling her shirt down to let him spy further down the cleft between her melon-sized tits and bit her lip.
He had to agree that those were two excellent reasons to stay with her. A small voice in the back of his head said that he had just watched this girl and her comrades castrate a ferocious beast and enticing him with her breasts was eerily similar to her captain coaxing the beast to cum, but that voice was easily drowned out by his second, lower head yelling and whooping at the sight of that glorious pair.
On their way, he barely saw anything of the town, entirely mesmerized by the swaying ass in front of him. She was wearing something that looked like a pair of boyshorts made out of linen that invitingly lifted and dropped the globes of her butt. He could just imagine hooking his fingers underneath the fabric, moving it to the side and sliding inside her…
“Oh! Romantic!” his prison guard slash guide suddenly said and Jim almost choked on his spit.
“What?!” But she wasn’t looking at him, instead watching something that looked like a public boxing match.
In the middle of the small square they stood on was a raised platform where a man and a woman stretched, getting ready to spar or fight. It took Jim a second to realize they were both naked. Their skin glistened in the light from the oil they had rubbed on themselves.
A few dwarves, men and women, stood around the platform, presumably shouting encouragement to the exposed pair. The man was suitably sturdy, corded muscles rippling under his skin, but to Jim’s surprise, his female opponent was almost his equal. She was a little bit slimmer than her counterpart, her arms a little bit shorter, but the heavy teardrop-shaped breasts and her smooth, round face were the only things that were soft on the dwarven woman. Abs, bulging biceps and thick thighs promised that she would be no push-over in this fight, and her smile was self-assured. She had even shaved her pubes, her slit proudly on display for her opponent and onlookers to ogle.
The two lined up about two steps away from each other, squatting just low enough to touch the ground with one palm.
“Are they really going to fight?” Jim asked. “That’s so unfair, you can’t let men and women compete like that!”
Vivi shook her head without looking at him. “Not worry, they like each other.”
“You mean they’re… a couple?” She shook her head. “Friends?” he guessed.
“Yes. But he want more. If he proves himself, they become couple.”
“But even if they’re friends, it’s dangerous! He could seriously hurt her!”
Vivi looked at him, confused. Slowly, she shook her head again. “No… kives kipu. But not shatter. Do not worry.”
He frowned, having no idea what she could possibly mean, and decided he might have a better chance figuring it out from the context of their fight. If he understood Vivi correctly, this was a match for a relationship? If the man won, he could become her boyfriend? What a strange tradition.
He tried to imagine wrestling Liriel for the right to date her. In the nude. While she was oiled up, glistening and dripping. Pinning her to the ground, touching her everywhere… Actually, maybe this tradition made more sense than he gave it credit for. With a blush, he turned his attention back to the fight.
There was no bell, the two fighters suddenly just slammed into each other. They had locked hands, neutralizing each other. Her breasts were squished against his chest so hard, sideboob welled out beneath her arms.
But instead of embarrassment, the female fighter just kept smiling brightly and it dawned on Jim why. Squished so tight against her male opponent, there was no way she didn’t feel his dick press against her abdomen.
For a few seconds, they were locked in a test of strength, the male dwarf slowly pushing his opponent back. But she was still smiling. Their fortunes reversed in an instant when she put both of her feet on the inside of his legs, setting them against his insteps. With one quick push of her legs, both of them sank to the ground, their legs extended to the side. She was forcing him into the splits!
He couldn’t see the guy’s face but didn’t have to when he heard the reaction from the crowd. It was that mixture of female cheering and male sympathetic cringing so familiar to anyone who had ever seen a man get kicked where it counts in public.
Jim had already expected the female fighter’s grin to stretch across her face, but he hadn’t expected Vivi’s reaction. “She tenderize him! That is so chivalrous!” she said, clasping her hands together under her chin. She was over the moon with the fight, but in a way that reminded him of a girl watching a sappy romance film. And she was clearly struggling with the language, but she knew words like ‘chivalrous’ and ‘tenderize’?
On the platform, the woman started rocking back and forth, hands still locked with her agonized opponent. The movement forced him to lean forward and backward as well, grinding his balls into the hard stone beneath them while she was laughing.
Jim considered asking Vivi to keep moving, away from this slow torture, but the female fighter was already ahead of him, switching from slowly grinding her opponent’s stones to dust as quickly as she had started.
She pushed him away hard, raised her leg and used the distance to lock his neck behind her knee. Bending the powerful limb, she had him in a crushing headlock. But she wasn’t done. The dwarf shoved her other leg beneath his back, pressing her knee into his spine and forcing him to bend over. Grabbing one of his legs, he was forced to keep his legs spread and his groin lifted into the air.
The woman bent forward, saying something to him that only the two fighters could understand. With a cheeky grin, her eyes wandered over his body, coming to rest on his crotch. A short but thick dick protruded there, engorged by the blood rushing to his loins because of the crushing they had received. She formed a ring with her finger and thumb and wound them around the top of his right ball.
She asked something and he shook his head. Her grin widened, then her hand pulled down.
He cried out, stuck between getting chocked between her leg and feeling her pull half of his manhood away from his body, the ball stretching further and further down.
Vivi’s hand clapped on Jim’s shoulder. “Look! The milkmaid! This crowd pleaser!”
Having stretched his nut to its limit, his cries stifled by the chokehold, she started pumping up and down on his sack in a crass imitation of milking a cow. His gonad painfully bounced down and back up, in turn making his dick jump around comically, belying the ache it had to cause in the dwarf’s groin.
Weakly, he struggled against her, trying to throw her off and stop this humiliating torture, but everyone, including his opponent, knew it was futile. She cooed, egging him on like a mother would her child, only to stop his attempts every time with a harsh pull on his nut or quickly giving it a good squeeze.
Jim’s mouth hung open. She was just toying with him. If she wanted, she could drag him to the end of their arena by his balls and throw him over. And if she wanted to, she could make sure he left their fight a testicle or two lighter than he entered it.
“C-can we just go? Please?”
Her glee was replaced by playful annoyance when she saw the fearful look in his eyes. “Is alright, just kives kipu.”
“You said that before, and I don’t know what it means!”
She reached out and before he could stop her, she had grabbed the fruit between his legs. It wasn’t the exacting work of the fighter in the ring but a rough hold on as much nutmeat as she could fit in her palm. “This is kives,” she said.
“Uh, please let go, Vivi!”
Slowly, her hand closed tighter and tighter around his spuds. She winked at him. “This is kipu.” She flattened his balls for a few seconds longer, forcing him into an awkward half-crouch as he tried vainly to alleviate the pressure on his nuts. Then she suddenly let go and let the back of her hand fly into his balls before he could grab them. Rolling her eyes, she said, “Boys… Come!” then walked on, away from the fight.
One last glance at the public display of ball torture showed the woman standing up, legs tightly closed and a reddened ballbag protruding between them just below her pussy. She had somehow managed to stand him up, bent forward, his balls pulled back through his legs as well as her own. Now she was waddling through the ring, parading her squealing adversary around to the delight of the female audience and the dread of the men.
Jim quickly caught up with Vivi, trying not to listen to the man weep pathetically, occasionally interspersed by a loud *smack* and a ringing cry of pain that made his skin crawl and his balls retract in fear.
“That was crazy, what the hell was that?”
“You are lucky, seeing dwarf tradition. Very romantic.”
“Yeah, you said that but… I mean, why were they naked?”
“He proposed a covenant between man and woman, that big decision! Dwarves take it very seriously, so we learn each other's body. We do not want to learn man have tiny hammer on oath night.”
“But…” Jim began but didn’t know what exactly he was objecting to. It felt wrong. Was it because he knew any girl back on Earth would have laughed him out of the room if they had this tradition? “Then w-why was she hurting him like that? D-down there, I mean.”
“Test of character!” Vivi said brightly. “Strong man will not waver even if she strike his ingots lots. But weak men do not want ingots struck, so they take back proposal.” She suddenly turned and Jim ran into her, cushioned by the massive airbags on her chest. “You see, no danger, only rude men get ingots shattered. Men who do not love but propose only for riches of clan. They become crushed by foot, by knee, by hand. Sometimes even mouth!” She giggled. “That one very fun to watch but rare.”
“W-what happens if she pops one by accident?”
Vivi shrugged. “Dwarf made of weak metal. Then she break his other ingot, shave his beard and he go to exile.”
“That’s horrible!”
“Oh no, she give him customary runkata before breaking kives, so all evens out,” Vivi said earnestly, miming jerking a cock with her right hand. Jim didn’t say anything. “You look like you able to take many strikes to kives in fight.” Her eyes had shifted from his face to his groin, clearly enjoying the outline of his manhood through his pants.
He grabbed his groin protectively. “Please don’t.”
She laughed, turning and walking on, but a glint in her eye made it look like this topic wasn’t over for Vivi.
Temporarily freed from his horny thoughts about Vivi due to the threat to his fertility, he took in more details of the strange little village. Something about it seemed strange – it looked less like a place for people to live their lives and more like one big workplace. There were no children anywhere, and Jim missed a lot of the localities he expected a place with this many people would have, such as bars and restaurants, or a maybe a school or a theatre.
And where was all this light coming from? Occasionally he spied big convex silver disks on tops of houses or mounted on the wall of the… cave, he supposed, but no actual light sources, no lanterns or something similar.
Even the building Vivi was now heading for looked more like she was about to show him some sort of warehouse or some sort of medieval stock exchange… for dwarves. Part of the building’s side facing them was just open to the street, a constant throng of dwarves moving in and out through pointed arches between angular pillars.
She greeted a few people on the way and led him into a smaller side room that, thankfully, had a thick door to block the noise of the goings-on outside.
At a long, heavy stone table, several old dwarves sat and discussed something, not even bothering to look up when Vivi and Jim entered. She gestured for him to sit at a separate, smaller table with just one chair that faced the rest of the room. It reminded him of a job interview.
Several minutes passed where no one paid Vivi or Jim any mind. He was already fidgeting, nervously wondering what was going on, so Vivi stepped closer and put a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. It had the added benefit of her voluminous breasts now being so close to his head that the soft globe sometimes brushed along his cheek whenever she adjusted her stance.
After that, he didn’t even realize when Vivi started speaking. A flurry of foreign words was exchanged between her and the old dwarves before they suddenly addressed him.
“I see. We apologize, we were not aware that you do not speak our language. Please, Vivi, carry on with your report.”
“Yes. We set out on kivesten sato one day late when we-”
“Why were you late for the harvest, Vivi?” one of the elders, a female dwarf, asked.
“Elders have awareness of troubles in human realms. Current shipment has lateness, and captain Heta miss her hammer. So, we wait an extra day, but then captain Heta order to harvest even if she have no hammer,” Vivi explained.
“We will have to take that into consideration. Carry on, please.”
Vivi nodded. “When we arrive at metal tree, lähde hedelmiä- uhm, I mean, son of source is already harvested. No, not harvested, fruits are wasted.”
“The humans call them ferritines. And what do you mean, the fruits were wasted?”
“Ah, we found ferritine on ground, legs spread wide. The fruits were mangled, torn open like a passionate wife walk in on husband stoking the hearth of her best friend. Captain Heta suspect powerful unknown beast because side of the fruit is caved in and chunks of inner parts torn apart and pulled out through hole. The ferritine have no more kives to give.”
“So you found a ferritine with its scrotum ripped open and its gonads torn apart and spread in the sand?” Vivi nodded. “Interesting. What did captain Heta do after discovering this?”
“She notice tracks lead away that not of beast. They were of people. We follow tracks through mana eruption and sandstorm until find young ferritine very excited. We harvest but notice four humans. One of them has kives,” Vivi said and gestured towards Jim. “So we take the humans prisoner and bring here for elders judging,” she finished.
“This is concerning information.” The old dwarven woman turned to Jim. “I urge you to be honest about this. What weapon do you and your companions carry that could so violently and thoroughly castrate a fully grown ferritine?”
“I- we don’t-” He paused, looking for an answer while still trying to comprehend the question.
“Out with it, young man, or we will be forced to employ harsher methods to get the truth out of you. You have trespassed on land that we cannot tolerate you on, wielding forces of testicular doom that concerns us. Do not add to your crimes by playing coy.”
“No, we never even knew we shouldn’t be here, we arrived here by accident!”
At that, even Vivi looked at him in surprise. “How does one get to middle of desert by accident?” she asked.
“Such questions are for later. For now, we must assess what danger you pose. How did you and your friends destroy a pair of metallic testicles?”
“Well, it’s…” he sighed. “I distracted it. Inacea, she’s an auf, she has a trick that lets her… access someone’s parts. And then Despina just sort of… tore into it. Cutting it open and then… reaching inside.” Saying it out loud made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t help but imagine her doing so to an oversized version of his own balls. Cutting into his scrotum, tearing apart his nuts and pulling the chunks out…
“You mean to tell us that rupturing a ferritine’s balls, no, downright annihilating its manhood in a grandiose feat of ballslaughter to leave it docile and meek, something that takes a whole group of dwarven warriors years of training and specialized weaponry, a single girl managed on her own after you distracted it a bit?”
“Don’t forget Ina’s trick.”
The dwarven elders put their heads together, quietly but agitatedly talking among themselves, while Jim sat in his chair, sweating nervously. Not even Vivi pressing her magnificent tits into his face managed to ease his nerves.
Suddenly, they turned back to Jim and the same old dwarf addressed him again. “Are you absolutely sure that this is what has happened?” Jim nodded. “Do you swear by it?”
“I do.”
She narrowed her eyes. “We do not believe that you are telling the truth, but we are willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. Vivi.” Her gaze fell on his captor. “Tomorrow, you will take on this man in the honoured tradition of a melee, just as our ancestors have since time immemorial. Either his lies or his testicles will crumble under your foot. If he is telling the truth, the goddess will see fit to bless his will and his balls with the strength to withstand you. Be ready, Jim.”
His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and he was pale as a sheet.
Vivi crouched down beside him, gently cradling his balls through his pants. “Do not worry. I give really good runkata, all the boys say it. I drain your kives dry and empty before the popping. Hollow fruit smash much quicker.”
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*A premature (heh) happy new year lads and lasses! May your 2024 be filled with many busted balls, either your own or those of others or both, and everything else that makes you happy along with those!*
*Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who keeps reading this series. Whether you comment or not, it means a lot that you’re still here and (hopefully) enjoying my scribbling.*
*Finally, a note on Vivi’s hair style: I couldn’t get the image creator to give her the style I imagine, if its not clear, [this is what it’s supposed to look like](https://imgur.com/a/12flxHy), just a backcomb I think it’s called over a middle parting to create a slightly more voluminous tuft of hair on top, not an actual pompadour like she’s Elvis. It’s something I swear I’ve seen on countless gyaru characters but of course I couldn’t find a single one other than Marin here during research.*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Liikkua!”
“Alright, just stop poking me with that hammer thing,” Despina complained.
“At least they only poke you in the back,” Jim murmured.
“Kukaan ei kysynyt mielipidettäsi, poika,” the woman behind him said and swung the handle of her sledgehammer up between his legs. He groaned, stumbling at the sudden hit to his privates. His knees hit the sand and his groan transformed into a cough when the pain in his nuts travelled up to his queasy stomach.
His captor didn’t say anything, instead being content with the symbolic gesture of placing the hammerhead directly on his sack. Even if he didn’t understand their language, the implied threat to his fertility was obvious after he had just seen these women break down literal balls of steel. He forced himself to his feet again, stumbling onwards.
For hours, they had been walking through the sandstorm now. Every inch of his body was rubbed raw by constantly being blasted with sand. The feeling of having a mouth full of grit wasn’t even the worst part because at some point, Ina’s spell had run out and his balls were back inside his sack – but Jim wasn’t sure if they weren’t still coated in sand. Each step made them feel like they were rubbing against sandpaper. To be fair, the feeling could also be from Chloe dragging the raw testicle over sand and rock, not to mention the clamp she had used to secure the slippery orb, or from the girl that was assigned to guard him slamming the handle of her hammer into his balls every thirty minutes without fail. He had counted.
They were strange, besides just the violent semen harvesting session he had witnessed. The fully covered women were unusually small, the tops of their heads barely reaching his chest, but they didn’t have the petite build of kobolds either. And goblins with their fur would probably get a heatstroke in minutes, marching through the desert covered like that.
The voluptuous chest their leader had revealed during their… battle with the metallic creature indicated that they were anything but children as well. Even now, Jim could make out the round protrusions through her heavy coat, wobbling with each step…
Suddenly, she stopped, though her chest kept moving up and down, the weight of her plentiful assets retaining momentum far better than the rest of her body. One of the other women stamped the butt of her hammer on the ground, a flat rock surface, Jim noted. His eyes returned to watch the hypnotic chest but quickly fell to his feet when he noticed that the woman they belonged to, the apparent leader of this expedition, was staring back at him.
No one said anything and for several seconds, nothing happened. Then, the grating sound of rock sliding across rock came from their side and Jim watched a hole open up in the ground. It was perfectly circular, a disk of rock sliding down and away on some unseen hinge. Below it, steps led down in a spiral.
At another order, the group began to move down the stairway. Quickly, light became sparse, while the air around them lost the searing heat of the desert above. After the last of their group had passed, the stony lid slid back into place with a satisfying rush of air. Down they walked, descending the stairs for what Jim estimated to be at least ten minutes.
Finally, the stairway yielded to a den of sorts, constrained by a low vaulted ceiling. And they weren’t alone.
Yellow and orange eyes lit up like small lights in the dark. They couldn’t be human, not just because of their colour or their vertical pupils. They were too far apart, clearly belonging on an inhuman face, and one was clearly staring at the group upside down, hanging from the ceiling.
Their detainers kept going, entirely unperturbed. Trying not to dwell on the creatures watching them intently from the dark, Jim closed his eyes. It didn’t help much because now he could clearly make out the skittering and shuffling these things produced, something he hadn’t noticed over the sound of his boots. But there was something else, something in the way the sound propagated, in the way the air shifted. There had to be tunnels here, hidden somewhere in the dark, leading to… something.
The group stopped again and one of the girls stamped her weapon on the floor, again. When he heard rock slide over rock once more, Jim opened his eyes and blinked.
Thrust from the near complete darkness into a bright, bustling marketplace in front of them, Jim squinted and raised his hand to shield his stinging eyes. Slowly, they crossed from the cave into some sort of town where people were busy going about their daily lives.
The passage behind them slid closed again and Jim quickly turned to see what had been lurking in the dark, only to barely catch a hairless tail skitter away into the dark.
The town had a solemn, stately air about it. Houses were hewn from rock that ranged from grey to beige and even a few spots of marbled olive green or the blue of a cornflower. [They were decorated by unusually hexagonal or octagonal pillars, or metal fittings in entirely angular shapes.](https://imgur.com/a/nEqRIcZ)
People were milling about, talking and shopping and relaxing, and none of them even came close to Jim’s height – the tallest person he saw topped out at around Jim’s chin. They were a short, stocky people, with broad shoulders, practical, flowing garb and, in the case of the men he saw, long bushy beards.
*We’ve been taken prisoner by dwarfs*, it dawned on him.
Besides Jim and the others, their captors pulled off their face coverings and revealed their faces. They generally followed the build of their bodies, with round faces and pronounced jaws, but also kind, big eyes as well as thick, luscious hair. Their hair colour ran a gamut of ‘earthy’ tones, from hazelnut and coffee coloured hair to bright red and even a few rose and pale purples. Their leader stood out, a short mane of golden hair unfurling from beneath her cap.
Then some of them stripped off their coats, revealing the light linen shirts and shorts they wore underneath their heavy coverings, and Jim’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. It wasn’t just their leader that had a massive pair, each of them could give a Hooters girl complexes about the size of her chest. And if he thought their shoulders were broad for women, their hips more than made up for it. As stocky as these girls were, their wide hips looked like they could ride a man all night until he was drained into submission. He could feel his pants tighten.
“Tulet seuraamaan minua nyt. Älä yritä juosta äläkä eksy,” one of the girls said to Jim, [a young woman with full lips and plum-coloured hair that was pulled back in a mini pompadour.](https://imgur.com/a/6DJKez6)
“W-what was that?” he asked, staring at the pearls of sweat running down into her cleavage, soaking into her shirt and turning it translucent enough for her areola to shine through.
She gave a cute little laugh, gave him a gentle sacktap with the palm of her hand and said, “I’m Vivi. Follow, you horny boy.”
“Uh-huh...” he groaned, then followed her, mouth agape and hands crossed over his groin. Someone, maybe it was Ina, called after him, but Jim barely heard her.
*Look at the way her hips sway… Goddess, I bet she would look amazing in high heels.* She kept throwing him glances over her shoulder and all of a sudden, he was reminded that he *still* hadn’t been able to rub one out ever since Ina had freed him from his cage, so to speak. He tried to think of something to say. “So, uh, I’m not a prisoner any more?”
“No, you be prisoner, but if you run, miss this,” she said and turned, pulling her shirt down to let him spy further down the cleft between her melon-sized tits and bit her lip.
He had to agree that those were two excellent reasons to stay with her. A small voice in the back of his head said that he had just watched this girl and her comrades castrate a ferocious beast and enticing him with her breasts was eerily similar to her captain coaxing the beast to cum, but that voice was easily drowned out by his second, lower head yelling and whooping at the sight of that glorious pair.
On their way, he barely saw anything of the town, entirely mesmerized by the swaying ass in front of him. She was wearing something that looked like a pair of boyshorts made out of linen that invitingly lifted and dropped the globes of her butt. He could just imagine hooking his fingers underneath the fabric, moving it to the side and sliding inside her…
“Oh! Romantic!” his prison guard slash guide suddenly said and Jim almost choked on his spit.
“What?!” But she wasn’t looking at him, instead watching something that looked like a public boxing match.
In the middle of the small square they stood on was a raised platform where a man and a woman stretched, getting ready to spar or fight. It took Jim a second to realize they were both naked. Their skin glistened in the light from the oil they had rubbed on themselves.
A few dwarves, men and women, stood around the platform, presumably shouting encouragement to the exposed pair. The man was suitably sturdy, corded muscles rippling under his skin, but to Jim’s surprise, his female opponent was almost his equal. She was a little bit slimmer than her counterpart, her arms a little bit shorter, but the heavy teardrop-shaped breasts and her smooth, round face were the only things that were soft on the dwarven woman. Abs, bulging biceps and thick thighs promised that she would be no push-over in this fight, and her smile was self-assured. She had even shaved her pubes, her slit proudly on display for her opponent and onlookers to ogle.
The two lined up about two steps away from each other, squatting just low enough to touch the ground with one palm.
“Are they really going to fight?” Jim asked. “That’s so unfair, you can’t let men and women compete like that!”
Vivi shook her head without looking at him. “Not worry, they like each other.”
“You mean they’re… a couple?” She shook her head. “Friends?” he guessed.
“Yes. But he want more. If he proves himself, they become couple.”
“But even if they’re friends, it’s dangerous! He could seriously hurt her!”
Vivi looked at him, confused. Slowly, she shook her head again. “No… kives kipu. But not shatter. Do not worry.”
He frowned, having no idea what she could possibly mean, and decided he might have a better chance figuring it out from the context of their fight. If he understood Vivi correctly, this was a match for a relationship? If the man won, he could become her boyfriend? What a strange tradition.
He tried to imagine wrestling Liriel for the right to date her. In the nude. While she was oiled up, glistening and dripping. Pinning her to the ground, touching her everywhere… Actually, maybe this tradition made more sense than he gave it credit for. With a blush, he turned his attention back to the fight.
There was no bell, the two fighters suddenly just slammed into each other. They had locked hands, neutralizing each other. Her breasts were squished against his chest so hard, sideboob welled out beneath her arms.
But instead of embarrassment, the female fighter just kept smiling brightly and it dawned on Jim why. Squished so tight against her male opponent, there was no way she didn’t feel his dick press against her abdomen.
For a few seconds, they were locked in a test of strength, the male dwarf slowly pushing his opponent back. But she was still smiling. Their fortunes reversed in an instant when she put both of her feet on the inside of his legs, setting them against his insteps. With one quick push of her legs, both of them sank to the ground, their legs extended to the side. She was forcing him into the splits!
He couldn’t see the guy’s face but didn’t have to when he heard the reaction from the crowd. It was that mixture of female cheering and male sympathetic cringing so familiar to anyone who had ever seen a man get kicked where it counts in public.
Jim had already expected the female fighter’s grin to stretch across her face, but he hadn’t expected Vivi’s reaction. “She tenderize him! That is so chivalrous!” she said, clasping her hands together under her chin. She was over the moon with the fight, but in a way that reminded him of a girl watching a sappy romance film. And she was clearly struggling with the language, but she knew words like ‘chivalrous’ and ‘tenderize’?
On the platform, the woman started rocking back and forth, hands still locked with her agonized opponent. The movement forced him to lean forward and backward as well, grinding his balls into the hard stone beneath them while she was laughing.
Jim considered asking Vivi to keep moving, away from this slow torture, but the female fighter was already ahead of him, switching from slowly grinding her opponent’s stones to dust as quickly as she had started.
She pushed him away hard, raised her leg and used the distance to lock his neck behind her knee. Bending the powerful limb, she had him in a crushing headlock. But she wasn’t done. The dwarf shoved her other leg beneath his back, pressing her knee into his spine and forcing him to bend over. Grabbing one of his legs, he was forced to keep his legs spread and his groin lifted into the air.
The woman bent forward, saying something to him that only the two fighters could understand. With a cheeky grin, her eyes wandered over his body, coming to rest on his crotch. A short but thick dick protruded there, engorged by the blood rushing to his loins because of the crushing they had received. She formed a ring with her finger and thumb and wound them around the top of his right ball.
She asked something and he shook his head. Her grin widened, then her hand pulled down.
He cried out, stuck between getting chocked between her leg and feeling her pull half of his manhood away from his body, the ball stretching further and further down.
Vivi’s hand clapped on Jim’s shoulder. “Look! The milkmaid! This crowd pleaser!”
Having stretched his nut to its limit, his cries stifled by the chokehold, she started pumping up and down on his sack in a crass imitation of milking a cow. His gonad painfully bounced down and back up, in turn making his dick jump around comically, belying the ache it had to cause in the dwarf’s groin.
Weakly, he struggled against her, trying to throw her off and stop this humiliating torture, but everyone, including his opponent, knew it was futile. She cooed, egging him on like a mother would her child, only to stop his attempts every time with a harsh pull on his nut or quickly giving it a good squeeze.
Jim’s mouth hung open. She was just toying with him. If she wanted, she could drag him to the end of their arena by his balls and throw him over. And if she wanted to, she could make sure he left their fight a testicle or two lighter than he entered it.
“C-can we just go? Please?”
Her glee was replaced by playful annoyance when she saw the fearful look in his eyes. “Is alright, just kives kipu.”
“You said that before, and I don’t know what it means!”
She reached out and before he could stop her, she had grabbed the fruit between his legs. It wasn’t the exacting work of the fighter in the ring but a rough hold on as much nutmeat as she could fit in her palm. “This is kives,” she said.
“Uh, please let go, Vivi!”
Slowly, her hand closed tighter and tighter around his spuds. She winked at him. “This is kipu.” She flattened his balls for a few seconds longer, forcing him into an awkward half-crouch as he tried vainly to alleviate the pressure on his nuts. Then she suddenly let go and let the back of her hand fly into his balls before he could grab them. Rolling her eyes, she said, “Boys… Come!” then walked on, away from the fight.
One last glance at the public display of ball torture showed the woman standing up, legs tightly closed and a reddened ballbag protruding between them just below her pussy. She had somehow managed to stand him up, bent forward, his balls pulled back through his legs as well as her own. Now she was waddling through the ring, parading her squealing adversary around to the delight of the female audience and the dread of the men.
Jim quickly caught up with Vivi, trying not to listen to the man weep pathetically, occasionally interspersed by a loud *smack* and a ringing cry of pain that made his skin crawl and his balls retract in fear.
“That was crazy, what the hell was that?”
“You are lucky, seeing dwarf tradition. Very romantic.”
“Yeah, you said that but… I mean, why were they naked?”
“He proposed a covenant between man and woman, that big decision! Dwarves take it very seriously, so we learn each other's body. We do not want to learn man have tiny hammer on oath night.”
“But…” Jim began but didn’t know what exactly he was objecting to. It felt wrong. Was it because he knew any girl back on Earth would have laughed him out of the room if they had this tradition? “Then w-why was she hurting him like that? D-down there, I mean.”
“Test of character!” Vivi said brightly. “Strong man will not waver even if she strike his ingots lots. But weak men do not want ingots struck, so they take back proposal.” She suddenly turned and Jim ran into her, cushioned by the massive airbags on her chest. “You see, no danger, only rude men get ingots shattered. Men who do not love but propose only for riches of clan. They become crushed by foot, by knee, by hand. Sometimes even mouth!” She giggled. “That one very fun to watch but rare.”
“W-what happens if she pops one by accident?”
Vivi shrugged. “Dwarf made of weak metal. Then she break his other ingot, shave his beard and he go to exile.”
“That’s horrible!”
“Oh no, she give him customary runkata before breaking kives, so all evens out,” Vivi said earnestly, miming jerking a cock with her right hand. Jim didn’t say anything. “You look like you able to take many strikes to kives in fight.” Her eyes had shifted from his face to his groin, clearly enjoying the outline of his manhood through his pants.
He grabbed his groin protectively. “Please don’t.”
She laughed, turning and walking on, but a glint in her eye made it look like this topic wasn’t over for Vivi.
Temporarily freed from his horny thoughts about Vivi due to the threat to his fertility, he took in more details of the strange little village. Something about it seemed strange – it looked less like a place for people to live their lives and more like one big workplace. There were no children anywhere, and Jim missed a lot of the localities he expected a place with this many people would have, such as bars and restaurants, or a maybe a school or a theatre.
And where was all this light coming from? Occasionally he spied big convex silver disks on tops of houses or mounted on the wall of the… cave, he supposed, but no actual light sources, no lanterns or something similar.
Even the building Vivi was now heading for looked more like she was about to show him some sort of warehouse or some sort of medieval stock exchange… for dwarves. Part of the building’s side facing them was just open to the street, a constant throng of dwarves moving in and out through pointed arches between angular pillars.
She greeted a few people on the way and led him into a smaller side room that, thankfully, had a thick door to block the noise of the goings-on outside.
At a long, heavy stone table, several old dwarves sat and discussed something, not even bothering to look up when Vivi and Jim entered. She gestured for him to sit at a separate, smaller table with just one chair that faced the rest of the room. It reminded him of a job interview.
Several minutes passed where no one paid Vivi or Jim any mind. He was already fidgeting, nervously wondering what was going on, so Vivi stepped closer and put a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. It had the added benefit of her voluminous breasts now being so close to his head that the soft globe sometimes brushed along his cheek whenever she adjusted her stance.
After that, he didn’t even realize when Vivi started speaking. A flurry of foreign words was exchanged between her and the old dwarves before they suddenly addressed him.
“I see. We apologize, we were not aware that you do not speak our language. Please, Vivi, carry on with your report.”
“Yes. We set out on kivesten sato one day late when we-”
“Why were you late for the harvest, Vivi?” one of the elders, a female dwarf, asked.
“Elders have awareness of troubles in human realms. Current shipment has lateness, and captain Heta miss her hammer. So, we wait an extra day, but then captain Heta order to harvest even if she have no hammer,” Vivi explained.
“We will have to take that into consideration. Carry on, please.”
Vivi nodded. “When we arrive at metal tree, lähde hedelmiä- uhm, I mean, son of source is already harvested. No, not harvested, fruits are wasted.”
“The humans call them ferritines. And what do you mean, the fruits were wasted?”
“Ah, we found ferritine on ground, legs spread wide. The fruits were mangled, torn open like a passionate wife walk in on husband stoking the hearth of her best friend. Captain Heta suspect powerful unknown beast because side of the fruit is caved in and chunks of inner parts torn apart and pulled out through hole. The ferritine have no more kives to give.”
“So you found a ferritine with its scrotum ripped open and its gonads torn apart and spread in the sand?” Vivi nodded. “Interesting. What did captain Heta do after discovering this?”
“She notice tracks lead away that not of beast. They were of people. We follow tracks through mana eruption and sandstorm until find young ferritine very excited. We harvest but notice four humans. One of them has kives,” Vivi said and gestured towards Jim. “So we take the humans prisoner and bring here for elders judging,” she finished.
“This is concerning information.” The old dwarven woman turned to Jim. “I urge you to be honest about this. What weapon do you and your companions carry that could so violently and thoroughly castrate a fully grown ferritine?”
“I- we don’t-” He paused, looking for an answer while still trying to comprehend the question.
“Out with it, young man, or we will be forced to employ harsher methods to get the truth out of you. You have trespassed on land that we cannot tolerate you on, wielding forces of testicular doom that concerns us. Do not add to your crimes by playing coy.”
“No, we never even knew we shouldn’t be here, we arrived here by accident!”
At that, even Vivi looked at him in surprise. “How does one get to middle of desert by accident?” she asked.
“Such questions are for later. For now, we must assess what danger you pose. How did you and your friends destroy a pair of metallic testicles?”
“Well, it’s…” he sighed. “I distracted it. Inacea, she’s an auf, she has a trick that lets her… access someone’s parts. And then Despina just sort of… tore into it. Cutting it open and then… reaching inside.” Saying it out loud made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t help but imagine her doing so to an oversized version of his own balls. Cutting into his scrotum, tearing apart his nuts and pulling the chunks out…
“You mean to tell us that rupturing a ferritine’s balls, no, downright annihilating its manhood in a grandiose feat of ballslaughter to leave it docile and meek, something that takes a whole group of dwarven warriors years of training and specialized weaponry, a single girl managed on her own after you distracted it a bit?”
“Don’t forget Ina’s trick.”
The dwarven elders put their heads together, quietly but agitatedly talking among themselves, while Jim sat in his chair, sweating nervously. Not even Vivi pressing her magnificent tits into his face managed to ease his nerves.
Suddenly, they turned back to Jim and the same old dwarf addressed him again. “Are you absolutely sure that this is what has happened?” Jim nodded. “Do you swear by it?”
“I do.”
She narrowed her eyes. “We do not believe that you are telling the truth, but we are willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. Vivi.” Her gaze fell on his captor. “Tomorrow, you will take on this man in the honoured tradition of a melee, just as our ancestors have since time immemorial. Either his lies or his testicles will crumble under your foot. If he is telling the truth, the goddess will see fit to bless his will and his balls with the strength to withstand you. Be ready, Jim.”
His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and he was pale as a sheet.
Vivi crouched down beside him, gently cradling his balls through his pants. “Do not worry. I give really good runkata, all the boys say it. I drain your kives dry and empty before the popping. Hollow fruit smash much quicker.”
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*A premature (heh) happy new year lads and lasses! May your 2024 be filled with many busted balls, either your own or those of others or both, and everything else that makes you happy along with those!*
*Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who keeps reading this series. Whether you comment or not, it means a lot that you’re still here and (hopefully) enjoying my scribbling.*
*Finally, a note on Vivi’s hair style: I couldn’t get the image creator to give her the style I imagine, if its not clear, [this is what it’s supposed to look like](https://imgur.com/a/12flxHy), just a backcomb I think it’s called over a middle parting to create a slightly more voluminous tuft of hair on top, not an actual pompadour like she’s Elvis. It’s something I swear I’ve seen on countless gyaru characters but of course I couldn’t find a single one other than Marin here during research.*
