Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 50
Chapter 50 – content: >!public nudity, castration threats, sounding, ejaculating on strangers, calling soccer ‘football’!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“This is crazy, they’re all crazy!” He paced back and forth, wringing his clammy hands. He didn’t even notice how chilly it was in the little cabin they had given him to disrobe and prepare for the fight – if it could even be called that.
Jim also didn’t notice the little knock on the door. Only when the girl that had walked in chuckled did he turn around. His hands snapped to his groin.
“Woah! W-what are you doing in here, this is private!”
Maybe she was one of Vivi’s colleagues that had taken them captive but he couldn’t say. He hadn’t even been able to tell if they were female under the thick covers they wore out in the desert. It was no comparison to the skimpy clothes the women wore down here in their village.
And dwarven women seemed to all be stacked. He estimated the smallest pair of breasts he had seen so far to be a D cup. And almost all of them squeezed their mammaries into a piece of clothing that was best described as a belt over their nipples, from which a few centimetres of sheer white fabric dangled. It wasn’t even enough to cover the entirety of their boobs, leaving generous amounts of titty to spill out below the top. It was underboob heaven – or hell, given that he really couldn’t enjoy the sights this town had to offer.
“I come to see if you’re ready. But it looks like someone is nervous a bit,” she said and smiled. She cocked her eyebrow knowingly. Following her gaze, he realized that by force of habit he had only grabbed his balls. Flushing fiercely, he tried to hide his dick as well. She smiled. “I hope you break not easily. This fight is lots of fun for female dwarves.”
[She pushed open the door.](https://imgur.com/a/sIE4iJk) “Remember, not leave the platform. Otherwise, fight ends when one of you can’t continue fighting. But don’t think you leaving the platform will win the fight because you are still whole. Now come. Time to get kicked in the orbs, big boy.”
He swallowed, took his hands off his dick. If he was going out there, people were going to see everything anyway. Nervously, he walked up to her. In passing, she gave his nuts a short, sharp slap. “Good luck!”
He stumbled onto the platform, the arena in which he was to fight against Vivi. The sudden increase in brightness as he stepped outside blinded him. He raised his hand to shield his eyes but immediately regretted it. The crowd was massive!
Instead of an awkward, bent shuffle, he tried to straighten his back and pretend that his nuts weren’t already smarting. It wasn’t very convincing but to his relief, the girls right next to his entrance to the battle arena seemed much more concerned with his cock, miming the size against each other and being absolutely aghast at the thought of trying to fit the thing inside themselves.
It gave him a little more confidence and he walked forward with pride, although still slightly limping. Goddess, dwarves had very hard knuckles.
He walked to the middle of the arena, letting his eyes drift over the crowd. When he spied Ina’s, Chloe’s and Despina’s familiar faces, he smiled. Chloe eagerly waved back, while Despina didn’t react at all. Ina shyly raised a hand, averting her eyes and blushing.
He quickly turned. Right, he was basically flashing the auf.
The sound of another door opening luckily distracted him. With a cheer from the crowd, Vivi’s shiny plum-coloured hair walked out of a second cabin. Confidently, she walked towards him and planted herself in front of him, smiling. Her tits and her pussy were on full display but with a herculean effort, Jim managed to keep looking her in the face.
“H-hey.” Goddess, his mouth was so dry. “So does someone count down before we start or how does this work?”
“Silly, first oil up!” As if they had been waiting for Vivi to say it, two groups of three girls climbed onto the platform and someone handed each group an urn filled with oil. The girls approached him, smiling naughtily.
“Wait, I do this myself, right?” he asked.
Instead of answering, two girls stood on either side of him while one stood in front. They seemed to be a bit younger than Vivi, or maybe it just looked like that because they didn’t have Vivi’s athletic build. The girl in front of him poured oil on her friends’ hands before dipping her own into the urn.
It started out innocent enough, the girls on the side massaging the oil into his arms, while the girl in front of him did his neck and chest.
“No, really, I mean it, I can do this mys- HAH!”
He tried to shield his crotch again when he felt a pair of hands wander lower down his stomach, and lower from there. But his arms were held firm by the girls at his side.
Jim could only watch helplessly as the girl in front of him grabbed the base of his dick with a sly smile. Never breaking eye contact, she increased the pressure of her grip as if she was trying to choke his cock out with both hands. Veins bulged thickly and in stark contrast to her death grip, she slowly, almost sensually dragged her hand down along the entire length of his dick. She bit her lips when her hand came to rest on the edge of his crown. For a few seconds, she stopped there, looking at him as if to dare him to beg that she continue.
Finally, she allowed herself to look down and released much of the pressure. With a lighter touch, she slid her hands back up, clearly enjoying the sight of jerking his massive cock.
“No, s-seriously, I can- hooh, I can do this myself…” he said breathily.
“Shh. We only prepare you. Be quiet and let us do our work.”
“Yes,” one of the girls at his side said, “this is for us. And for the audience. Not for you.” As if to emphasize, she reached down to his crotch as well, her small hand taking hold of as much of his left nut as she could manage. Oil dripped from her hand as she increased the pressure on his ball.
“You don’t understand, I – urgh, please, not so rough – I haven’t been able to… relieve myself in some time and, uh, I’m a bit pent up…”
The three dwarven girls laughed, now all focused on his genitals. Two of them roughly squeezed his balls like they were a tube of toothpaste, while the girl in front of him was now clearly just giving him a handjob.
“We know, big boy. Your balls, so heavy. Your dick, twitching. It is very cute.” She pulled his skin back with one hand and slicked up the head of his cock with the other. “Your hammer is impressive but you use it like a beardless virgin. Did you know, big penis and small penis is both useless if it squirts its load the moment you stick in a girl’s hearth? Cute but useless.”
“Maybe we should help keep all the goo in the sack,” one of the other two said. Her grip grew tighter, and now her hand was starting to really dig into his testicle, oil and nutmeat bubbling up between her fingers. “Still feel like squirting when I crush your stones, big boy?”
He was unable to respond in any way. Caught between getting forcibly milked and slowly being brought to the brink of testicular collapse in front of a crowd of women arrested his brain. Their hands were so close to each other, in essence doing the same thing: exerting pressure. Yet one pair of hands felt heavenly while the other was torturous.
That was about to change when the girl in front stopped jerking him off and grabbed his exposed glans with one hand. Her small hand barely reached halfway around the bulbous head. She lifted her other hand, extending her dripping pinky. “Boy is about to squirt? That’s no good. Let me plug you up.”
With that, she jammed her pinky into his cockhole up to the first knuckle. The girls enjoyed watching his reaction, throwing his head back and howling like a wounded dog.
To prolong his outburst, she slid the digit further inside his cock until it was embedded in him in its entirety. Slicked by the oil, she then started to fingerfuck his cockhole.
“And if penis is useless, it must be meant to be used like a girl’s hole!” one of them informed him.
They continued to torture Jim like this, crushing his nuts and pistoning a finger into his dick. It felt absolutely awful, but even more concerning to Jim was the fact that he still felt himself slowly approaching an orgasm – not despite his balls being choked out and his dick violated but because of it.
His breath quickened and his dick hardened. Then it was all over, as suddenly as it had begun. With one last smack to the balls, the girls left him alone, panting, erect, just short of a painful but necessary orgasm.
Putting his hands on his knees as if to stabilize himself but really more so just to stop himself from finishing what the girls had started, he noticed Vivi before him. She was blushing, panting as well and dripping – he suspected not just from the oil.
But in contrast to him, Vivi was smiling. “Let’s give good show, really make them pop, yes?”
“W-what? Vivi, what do you mea-”
“Begin!” a woman, one of the dwarven elders, shouted.
“Wait, I-”
Jim had turned to the elder, trying to get her to stop this ridiculous fight when he was almost about to spill his seed. No one could fight like this! But out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Vivi rush towards him. He managed to avoid her foot solely because of the reflexes Leonia had drilled into him over and over again.
Wind whistled past his face, speaking of the power Vivi’s kick had had. With wide eyes, he watched her slowly lower her leg again. If that had hit him…
“Good job, Jim, avoid immediate rupture! If this fight was to join in marriage, that very romantic gesture!”
Before he could reply, she attacked him again. Each attack was clearly intended to strike his groin, left hooks threatening to smash his balls against his thigh, knee strikes aiming to splatter his spunktanks all over her leg. She mixed those attacks up with attempts to grab his limbs or his mid to put him in an unfavourable position.
Her speed and power were incredible, almost on par with the former knight-captain, and Jim was pretty damn sure that the only reason he wasn’t already lying on the floor clutching his balls was how obviously she telegraphed her attacks.
Instead of drawing his focus away the way Leonia had done so many times before punting his nuts into his throat, Vivi simply kept attacking in straightforward motions. There was no deception in how she moved, no attempt to keep him guessing what her next target would be.
Another kick smacked against him, this one blocked by his shin and the impact made his erect cock bounce. *I can do this! She’s strong, and faster than I thought, but if I just keep my eyes on her, I can get through this. I’ll find an opening to push her out eventually.*
As he slowly got control of the fight, dodging and blocking Vivi, he started to notice more of what happened around them. The cheering had been much louder before, but now that it looked like Jim wasn't just getting his nuts smashed in but maybe even threatening Vivi, the women in the audience had become much more reserved.
It felt good to shut them up like that, but unfortunately that also meant he started to make out a pair of familiar voices, the only voices seemingly trying to encourage him.
“Y-you can do it, Jim! Just d-don't let her hit you!” That was Ina, shouting timidly from behind the hands she had clasped over her eyes, probably too embarrassed to even watch.
An ugly thought spread in his mind when he heard the auf’s timid cheering. *If you had just taken off this damn cage earlier and let me jerk off, I probably wouldn’t be hard right now! Then you wouldn’t have to see anything you don’t like!*
“Daa-aar-ling! Whatever you do, don’t let her rip your lovesack!”
Chloe’s ‘cheer’ was equally annoying, in its own way. *You only say that because you want to make a purse out of my ballbag, you psycho!*
“Make her twist your dick instead, you don’t need that!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Jim started to shout, sparing the pink-haired a side glance, “keep your unqualified advice to yourself!”
The outburst left Chloe speechless, but not the redhead sat right beside her. Despina, Ina and Chloe watched the fight from beside the dwarven elders, sitting on a rough-hewn stone block that served as a bench. The princess had her legs crossed, one foot hooked behind the heel of the other and had swapped her torn shirt for a bralette she must have received from the dwarves. Her legs twitched, rhythmically jolting up and down and a blush as red as her hair graced her cheeks.
“You sure you want to shout at your companions with tits like *these*?” Despina yelled and grabbed both Inacea’s and Chloe’s top. With a yank, she freed both girl’s tits from their confines, to his surprise as much as theirs. The supple mounds jiggled in their unexpected liberation, a sight most men would find incredibly hard to resist – least of all men that had just spent months having their dicks locked behind bars without any release.
His mouth hung open and his dick twitched eagerly at the welcome sight. Maybe it was the familiarity that recent events had forced upon them, maybe it was that he recognized that Ina, all in all, was a good friend to him, despite the painful and humiliating experiences he’d had because of her ability. Whatever the reason, the auf suddenly having her tits exposed hit him much harder than the sight of Vivi’s pliant mountains.
And Jim was loath to admit it, but seeing Chloe’s rosy nipples was strangely arousing as well. In the fraction of a second, fantasies of pushing her to the ground and ripping her clothes off played in his mind. Was this what people called a ‘hate fuck’? A desire to punish her by slamming his dick inside her roiled in his mind, making her take every inch of his cock until she squealed in pleasure he had forced upon her-
– CRUNCH –
His head still turned sideways to his companions, Jim was lifted into the air as if he had jumped. But instead of his own muscles, he was propelled upwards by Vivi’s foot crashing into the bulging nutsack he had left unguarded for but a moment.
Her kick was powerful enough to rattle his teeth, although that didn’t even register over the tremendous forces reshaping his balls. Their only saving grace was the wide stance Jim had adopted and the perfect centre aim with which Vivi blasted his sack.
The gonads, sloping and dented as they were, led the dwarf’s foot down the middle of the scrotum, allowing both testicles to roll over her naked foot and bulge out to the sides, bleeding off a lot of the kick’s momentum. If they hadn’t, at least one of the orbs would have been disintegrated then and there.
The crowd around the arena erupted in cheers. Finally, the human whose massive weakness dangled for all to see had been put into his place. Now that he could taste his nuts in his mouth, the real objective of the fight could begin: the creative attacks dwarven women came up with in the ring to punish, humiliate and sometimes castrate the overconfident sack of spunk that had wandered into the arena.
None were louder than a certain, redheaded princess. “Ooooh YES!” Despina screamed and threw her head back, legs bouncing in bliss. The sudden and brutal nut kick was more than enough to kick up a storm of pleasure in her core. Riding that wave of pleasure gushing out from her pussy was more than enough to let her ignore Ina’s shocked berating at suddenly ripping off her top like that.
Ignoring the irate auf to her side and the strangely calm and quiet Chloe, Despina’s eyes snapped back to the fight, eager to not miss a second of the testicular destruction she was promised. To her delight, Vivi hadn’t let Jim crash to the ground but had rushed forward right after her kick, catching the boy now howling with intimate pain.
Vivi tackled Jim to the ground and, during their fall, tucked her legs so that her knees rested against his bloated scrotum. Their forward momentum, combined with the copious amounts of oil on them, made the two combatants slide along the smooth stone floor. Vivi looked remarkably like a football player sliding on his knees after scoring a goal, except instead of grass she squished a bulging nutsack under her kneecaps and the only one who could have appreciated the comparison was debilitated by infernal pain emanating from said sack.
When they came to a stop, Jim tried to curl up and protect his balls, but Vivi strategically kept one knee on his nuts as she cheered and waved towards the audience. Using his erect dick as a handhold, she got up but immediately replaced the knee in Jim’s balls with her foot. If he had previously only suspected that dwarven women weighed more than their human counterparts, now he had confirmation.
Howling and crying, he stammered and gasped for air until he finally managed to croak out, “Get off my balls!”
The cheerful dwarf hadn’t even listened to him, instead taking the time to show off for the audience while still having one foot on his nuts and one knee on the ground. Rather than show mercy, after some more showboating, she bent back down and grabbed his ballbag. The gonads were starting to rapidly discolour, which Vivi proudly showed off to their onlookers.
“Let his balls have it!” Despina yelled again over the crowd. Vivi smiled at her and yanked on his nuts, stretching them far up enough to place them in the crook of her arm. She flexed as if to say *You got it!*, squishing the testicles in her arm to white bubbles. A little spurt of clear precum leaked from his cock, mixing into the oil and sweat covering the dwarf’s stomach and dribbling down further to her equally slick entrance.
Vivi let the pair of nuts slip from her arm and Jim curl around them as she got up and walked to his head. Coiled into the fetal position made for a nice small package and so she picked him up easily, lifting him by his thigh and armpit.
Turning, she showed the pained boy off to the audience before throwing him a short distance into the air. The sudden feeling of free fall made him open his legs in reflex, something Vivi had counted on, of course. Before he could hit the ground, Vivi extended her leg beneath him, planting her foot firmly on the ground. The two, balls and thigh, met with a loud smack, Vivi’s leg forming a sudden obstruction that further punished his sex organs for going up against a woman.
Jim crashed to the ground once more, lying on his stomach and Vivi was upon him immediately. Her foot slammed into his balls from behind, pinning them against the ground. Grabbing his legs, she lifted them off the ground, stretching his sack while crushing it against the ground.
With a movement that seemed to come right out of a ballet performance, Vivi leaned forward, stretching out her arms as well as Jim’s legs. Slowly, the leg that currently wasn’t crushing the life out of a pair of nuts raised into the air. She didn’t look graceful enough to be picked for Swan Lake, but the crowd loved it. Vivi’s entire weight rested on the one foot standing on his balls, crushing them to flat pancakes.
“W-we need to do something, she’s going to b-break him!” Ina shouted.
“YES! YES SHE WILL!” Despina moaned, leaving Ina speechless.
“Just to check,” Chloe asked while playing with a whetstone, “but if she smears his loveorbs to paste, you two are fine with me cutting his sack away, right?”
“What…” Ina began breathlessly, “what is wrong with you two?! She’s going to castrate your friend!”
“That’s only if she actually pops him,” Chloe lectured.
“Relax, Ina, it’s just, hnngh, just his balls. It’s not anything important,” Despina said.
“But…! He will never have children, he will never be a father!”
“He can be a father to someone else’s children, he just won’t be a man,” Despina countered.
Ina’s expression turned grim. With a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Despina. “And it doesn’t even bother you that it won’t be you who emasculated him?”
Despina stopped her thinly veiled masturbation and gave her a sour look. “You’re really intent on ruining my fun here, aren’t you?” Her legs started bouncing again, less vigorously but producing an audible squelch that spoke of how wet she was. “I’ll take what I can get in this situation. We’re prisoners here. If I have to watch some other girl rupture his testicles, I’ll at least honour his dying seed tanks by rubbing one out to them.”
A shout from the crowd drew their attention back to the fight. Jim had just been piledriven into the ground, his face pinned under Vivi’s crotch as she sat on his face, held up by one arm slung around his mid while her other hand grabbed hold of his blue and purple nutsack. His cock was protruding out from the tangle of their bodies, the fleshy implement peeking out underneath her arm, still erect and dribbling precum.
Her opponent immobilized and muffled by her pussy, she raised a hand to the skies. Her palm was open as if she held something round in it, then she suddenly closed it into a fist, crushing the imaginary orb. The audience cheered and yelled, expectant of an explosive finish to end the fight by ending her opponent’s fertility.
Her fist crashed down into the bloated nutsack, which barely budged. The swollen balls didn’t have the room inside their skin pouch to move any more and were forced to absorb almost all the impact. Unlike the light sounds Vivi’s kicks and punches had produced on his balls so far, these punches caused a deep, meaty noise to ring out. His testicles were starting to take real damage now, slowly getting broken down by Vivi’s knuckles.
Again and again, the dwarf slammed her fist into the pillowy sack, smiling blissfully. Not just because she was about to end this fight, but because she was able to grind her flower into his face, the vibrations and movement of his mouth feeling wonderful on her entrance. And all she had to do to keep them coming was keep hitting the squirming set of balls in front of her face.
“Mmf… Yes! You feel so good!”
Smack - Smack
Her breath came harder and faster. She tried to sit lower, mash her pussy harder against his face. Simultaneously, she hugged him tight, enjoying the pressure and warmth of his body pressing against her nipples.
Smack - Smack
Wetness gushed onto his face, forcing Jim to drink from her honey pot if he wanted to breathe. Her back arched, mashing her face between his legs in turn. Her eyes were just inches away from the balls she had spent the entire fight destroying, gritting her teeth in pleasure.
Smack
Vivi couldn’t keep up the assault on his testicles through her pleasure, but that in turn lessened the friction she felt rubbing against his face.
“No, keep going, make me overflow, make me cum!”
She desperately grabbed his balls, clenching her fist as tightly as it could. The pressure forced the swollen testicles to relinquish what little space they had left in their sack, bulging outward.
Vivi raised her other fist above her, now holding Jim up only by his nuts.
“Make – me – cum!” she yelled and smashed her fist into his trapped testicles.
He cried out in pain again, giving Vivi exactly what she wanted. Repeatedly punching his balls, she rode him hard again, her hips shifting back and forth to mash her lips over his face.
Smack – “Yes!” – Smack – “Yes!” – Smack – “YES!”
When she came, her arms cramped up, keeping her fist buried deeply into his balls. With a long, guttural moan, she climaxed, and the sound, together with his struggle for air and the torment of his nuts feeling like they were caught between slabs of granite, made his cock twitch.
Shot after shot of long, thick ropes of white erupted from his cock, accompanying her orgasm with a torrent of spunk that was not born from pleasure but from pain and panic. Cum sprayed and splashed over the first few rows of dwarven girls that had crowded around their arena. While the women further behind were only hit with a few sprinkles, the girls at the front weren’t so lucky. Months worth of cum glazed their faces and chests with a thick coating of slimy seed.
The girls shrieked, but with a smile on their faces. Most of them tried to get out of the splash zone, but a few remained, welcoming the forceful cumshot like a warm summer rain.
Slowly, both their climaxes came to an end, Vivi falling backwards as she let go of his sack. The last few spurts and dribbles from his cock splashed against her chin and her breasts, the thick, sticky cum running down her cleavage in a slow-moving river. One of Vivi’s legs slipped off the edge of the platform, dangling down and ever so slightly touched the ground.
Applause erupted from the crowd, even from the women drenched in cum.
Despina watched a dwarf, a middle-aged woman attending the elders, march onto the platform. The princess herself was panting heavily, having reached a third orgasm when Vivi had delivered her final blow to Jim’s reproductive organs. The judge raised her hand, waiting for the applause to die down. When it did, she cleared her throat and announced the end of the fight.
“I will now check for the results!”
She walked over to the panting Vivi and nodded, then turned to Jim. He was passed out, the pain and sudden forceful evacuation of his stored seed overcoming his senses. Kneeling, she scooped up the swollen and bruised ballbag.
With a thoughtful expression, she weighed the gonads in her hand. Then she ran her thumb over it, probing his sack with the digit at multiple points. Each time she jammed her thumb into the sack, his legs jolted.
Isolating one half of his balls, she closed her fist tightly, squeezing the battered scrotum to test if she was only feeling mush or if there were still testicles left within. She did the same to the other half, her expression not giving anything away.
Finally, the judge let his balls drop to the ground again. She wiped her hand, covered in white spunk, against her pants and stood up, turning to the elders.
“I have thoroughly tested this man’s ingots and have come to a conclusion.” The silence in the audience was palpable, as everyone held their breath to hear if Jim was still a man. “He is still unbroken, uncastrated! The goddess has seen fit to spare his testicles and therefore attested to the veracity of his claims!”
A moment of silence passed, the disappointment for much of the audience obvious. Only Inacea immediately cheered, then halted in embarrassment when she was the only one. One by one, however, the dwarves started to applaud, paying their respects to his balls.
He had wagered his testicles and won.
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*Really wanted to give this fight some space and I hope it was worth it, the nature of it all meant nothing to really make images for. I’m always second-guessing at which point a scene is “complete” anyway, so maybe not?*
*The next few chapters are going to be more relaxed. I think it’s time for some well-deserved R&R for Jim and the others, something they haven’t really had since entering Hôdoburg.*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“This is crazy, they’re all crazy!” He paced back and forth, wringing his clammy hands. He didn’t even notice how chilly it was in the little cabin they had given him to disrobe and prepare for the fight – if it could even be called that.
Jim also didn’t notice the little knock on the door. Only when the girl that had walked in chuckled did he turn around. His hands snapped to his groin.
“Woah! W-what are you doing in here, this is private!”
Maybe she was one of Vivi’s colleagues that had taken them captive but he couldn’t say. He hadn’t even been able to tell if they were female under the thick covers they wore out in the desert. It was no comparison to the skimpy clothes the women wore down here in their village.
And dwarven women seemed to all be stacked. He estimated the smallest pair of breasts he had seen so far to be a D cup. And almost all of them squeezed their mammaries into a piece of clothing that was best described as a belt over their nipples, from which a few centimetres of sheer white fabric dangled. It wasn’t even enough to cover the entirety of their boobs, leaving generous amounts of titty to spill out below the top. It was underboob heaven – or hell, given that he really couldn’t enjoy the sights this town had to offer.
“I come to see if you’re ready. But it looks like someone is nervous a bit,” she said and smiled. She cocked her eyebrow knowingly. Following her gaze, he realized that by force of habit he had only grabbed his balls. Flushing fiercely, he tried to hide his dick as well. She smiled. “I hope you break not easily. This fight is lots of fun for female dwarves.”
[She pushed open the door.](https://imgur.com/a/sIE4iJk) “Remember, not leave the platform. Otherwise, fight ends when one of you can’t continue fighting. But don’t think you leaving the platform will win the fight because you are still whole. Now come. Time to get kicked in the orbs, big boy.”
He swallowed, took his hands off his dick. If he was going out there, people were going to see everything anyway. Nervously, he walked up to her. In passing, she gave his nuts a short, sharp slap. “Good luck!”
He stumbled onto the platform, the arena in which he was to fight against Vivi. The sudden increase in brightness as he stepped outside blinded him. He raised his hand to shield his eyes but immediately regretted it. The crowd was massive!
Instead of an awkward, bent shuffle, he tried to straighten his back and pretend that his nuts weren’t already smarting. It wasn’t very convincing but to his relief, the girls right next to his entrance to the battle arena seemed much more concerned with his cock, miming the size against each other and being absolutely aghast at the thought of trying to fit the thing inside themselves.
It gave him a little more confidence and he walked forward with pride, although still slightly limping. Goddess, dwarves had very hard knuckles.
He walked to the middle of the arena, letting his eyes drift over the crowd. When he spied Ina’s, Chloe’s and Despina’s familiar faces, he smiled. Chloe eagerly waved back, while Despina didn’t react at all. Ina shyly raised a hand, averting her eyes and blushing.
He quickly turned. Right, he was basically flashing the auf.
The sound of another door opening luckily distracted him. With a cheer from the crowd, Vivi’s shiny plum-coloured hair walked out of a second cabin. Confidently, she walked towards him and planted herself in front of him, smiling. Her tits and her pussy were on full display but with a herculean effort, Jim managed to keep looking her in the face.
“H-hey.” Goddess, his mouth was so dry. “So does someone count down before we start or how does this work?”
“Silly, first oil up!” As if they had been waiting for Vivi to say it, two groups of three girls climbed onto the platform and someone handed each group an urn filled with oil. The girls approached him, smiling naughtily.
“Wait, I do this myself, right?” he asked.
Instead of answering, two girls stood on either side of him while one stood in front. They seemed to be a bit younger than Vivi, or maybe it just looked like that because they didn’t have Vivi’s athletic build. The girl in front of him poured oil on her friends’ hands before dipping her own into the urn.
It started out innocent enough, the girls on the side massaging the oil into his arms, while the girl in front of him did his neck and chest.
“No, really, I mean it, I can do this mys- HAH!”
He tried to shield his crotch again when he felt a pair of hands wander lower down his stomach, and lower from there. But his arms were held firm by the girls at his side.
Jim could only watch helplessly as the girl in front of him grabbed the base of his dick with a sly smile. Never breaking eye contact, she increased the pressure of her grip as if she was trying to choke his cock out with both hands. Veins bulged thickly and in stark contrast to her death grip, she slowly, almost sensually dragged her hand down along the entire length of his dick. She bit her lips when her hand came to rest on the edge of his crown. For a few seconds, she stopped there, looking at him as if to dare him to beg that she continue.
Finally, she allowed herself to look down and released much of the pressure. With a lighter touch, she slid her hands back up, clearly enjoying the sight of jerking his massive cock.
“No, s-seriously, I can- hooh, I can do this myself…” he said breathily.
“Shh. We only prepare you. Be quiet and let us do our work.”
“Yes,” one of the girls at his side said, “this is for us. And for the audience. Not for you.” As if to emphasize, she reached down to his crotch as well, her small hand taking hold of as much of his left nut as she could manage. Oil dripped from her hand as she increased the pressure on his ball.
“You don’t understand, I – urgh, please, not so rough – I haven’t been able to… relieve myself in some time and, uh, I’m a bit pent up…”
The three dwarven girls laughed, now all focused on his genitals. Two of them roughly squeezed his balls like they were a tube of toothpaste, while the girl in front of him was now clearly just giving him a handjob.
“We know, big boy. Your balls, so heavy. Your dick, twitching. It is very cute.” She pulled his skin back with one hand and slicked up the head of his cock with the other. “Your hammer is impressive but you use it like a beardless virgin. Did you know, big penis and small penis is both useless if it squirts its load the moment you stick in a girl’s hearth? Cute but useless.”
“Maybe we should help keep all the goo in the sack,” one of the other two said. Her grip grew tighter, and now her hand was starting to really dig into his testicle, oil and nutmeat bubbling up between her fingers. “Still feel like squirting when I crush your stones, big boy?”
He was unable to respond in any way. Caught between getting forcibly milked and slowly being brought to the brink of testicular collapse in front of a crowd of women arrested his brain. Their hands were so close to each other, in essence doing the same thing: exerting pressure. Yet one pair of hands felt heavenly while the other was torturous.
That was about to change when the girl in front stopped jerking him off and grabbed his exposed glans with one hand. Her small hand barely reached halfway around the bulbous head. She lifted her other hand, extending her dripping pinky. “Boy is about to squirt? That’s no good. Let me plug you up.”
With that, she jammed her pinky into his cockhole up to the first knuckle. The girls enjoyed watching his reaction, throwing his head back and howling like a wounded dog.
To prolong his outburst, she slid the digit further inside his cock until it was embedded in him in its entirety. Slicked by the oil, she then started to fingerfuck his cockhole.
“And if penis is useless, it must be meant to be used like a girl’s hole!” one of them informed him.
They continued to torture Jim like this, crushing his nuts and pistoning a finger into his dick. It felt absolutely awful, but even more concerning to Jim was the fact that he still felt himself slowly approaching an orgasm – not despite his balls being choked out and his dick violated but because of it.
His breath quickened and his dick hardened. Then it was all over, as suddenly as it had begun. With one last smack to the balls, the girls left him alone, panting, erect, just short of a painful but necessary orgasm.
Putting his hands on his knees as if to stabilize himself but really more so just to stop himself from finishing what the girls had started, he noticed Vivi before him. She was blushing, panting as well and dripping – he suspected not just from the oil.
But in contrast to him, Vivi was smiling. “Let’s give good show, really make them pop, yes?”
“W-what? Vivi, what do you mea-”
“Begin!” a woman, one of the dwarven elders, shouted.
“Wait, I-”
Jim had turned to the elder, trying to get her to stop this ridiculous fight when he was almost about to spill his seed. No one could fight like this! But out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Vivi rush towards him. He managed to avoid her foot solely because of the reflexes Leonia had drilled into him over and over again.
Wind whistled past his face, speaking of the power Vivi’s kick had had. With wide eyes, he watched her slowly lower her leg again. If that had hit him…
“Good job, Jim, avoid immediate rupture! If this fight was to join in marriage, that very romantic gesture!”
Before he could reply, she attacked him again. Each attack was clearly intended to strike his groin, left hooks threatening to smash his balls against his thigh, knee strikes aiming to splatter his spunktanks all over her leg. She mixed those attacks up with attempts to grab his limbs or his mid to put him in an unfavourable position.
Her speed and power were incredible, almost on par with the former knight-captain, and Jim was pretty damn sure that the only reason he wasn’t already lying on the floor clutching his balls was how obviously she telegraphed her attacks.
Instead of drawing his focus away the way Leonia had done so many times before punting his nuts into his throat, Vivi simply kept attacking in straightforward motions. There was no deception in how she moved, no attempt to keep him guessing what her next target would be.
Another kick smacked against him, this one blocked by his shin and the impact made his erect cock bounce. *I can do this! She’s strong, and faster than I thought, but if I just keep my eyes on her, I can get through this. I’ll find an opening to push her out eventually.*
As he slowly got control of the fight, dodging and blocking Vivi, he started to notice more of what happened around them. The cheering had been much louder before, but now that it looked like Jim wasn't just getting his nuts smashed in but maybe even threatening Vivi, the women in the audience had become much more reserved.
It felt good to shut them up like that, but unfortunately that also meant he started to make out a pair of familiar voices, the only voices seemingly trying to encourage him.
“Y-you can do it, Jim! Just d-don't let her hit you!” That was Ina, shouting timidly from behind the hands she had clasped over her eyes, probably too embarrassed to even watch.
An ugly thought spread in his mind when he heard the auf’s timid cheering. *If you had just taken off this damn cage earlier and let me jerk off, I probably wouldn’t be hard right now! Then you wouldn’t have to see anything you don’t like!*
“Daa-aar-ling! Whatever you do, don’t let her rip your lovesack!”
Chloe’s ‘cheer’ was equally annoying, in its own way. *You only say that because you want to make a purse out of my ballbag, you psycho!*
“Make her twist your dick instead, you don’t need that!”
“For fuck’s sake,” Jim started to shout, sparing the pink-haired a side glance, “keep your unqualified advice to yourself!”
The outburst left Chloe speechless, but not the redhead sat right beside her. Despina, Ina and Chloe watched the fight from beside the dwarven elders, sitting on a rough-hewn stone block that served as a bench. The princess had her legs crossed, one foot hooked behind the heel of the other and had swapped her torn shirt for a bralette she must have received from the dwarves. Her legs twitched, rhythmically jolting up and down and a blush as red as her hair graced her cheeks.
“You sure you want to shout at your companions with tits like *these*?” Despina yelled and grabbed both Inacea’s and Chloe’s top. With a yank, she freed both girl’s tits from their confines, to his surprise as much as theirs. The supple mounds jiggled in their unexpected liberation, a sight most men would find incredibly hard to resist – least of all men that had just spent months having their dicks locked behind bars without any release.
His mouth hung open and his dick twitched eagerly at the welcome sight. Maybe it was the familiarity that recent events had forced upon them, maybe it was that he recognized that Ina, all in all, was a good friend to him, despite the painful and humiliating experiences he’d had because of her ability. Whatever the reason, the auf suddenly having her tits exposed hit him much harder than the sight of Vivi’s pliant mountains.
And Jim was loath to admit it, but seeing Chloe’s rosy nipples was strangely arousing as well. In the fraction of a second, fantasies of pushing her to the ground and ripping her clothes off played in his mind. Was this what people called a ‘hate fuck’? A desire to punish her by slamming his dick inside her roiled in his mind, making her take every inch of his cock until she squealed in pleasure he had forced upon her-
– CRUNCH –
His head still turned sideways to his companions, Jim was lifted into the air as if he had jumped. But instead of his own muscles, he was propelled upwards by Vivi’s foot crashing into the bulging nutsack he had left unguarded for but a moment.
Her kick was powerful enough to rattle his teeth, although that didn’t even register over the tremendous forces reshaping his balls. Their only saving grace was the wide stance Jim had adopted and the perfect centre aim with which Vivi blasted his sack.
The gonads, sloping and dented as they were, led the dwarf’s foot down the middle of the scrotum, allowing both testicles to roll over her naked foot and bulge out to the sides, bleeding off a lot of the kick’s momentum. If they hadn’t, at least one of the orbs would have been disintegrated then and there.
The crowd around the arena erupted in cheers. Finally, the human whose massive weakness dangled for all to see had been put into his place. Now that he could taste his nuts in his mouth, the real objective of the fight could begin: the creative attacks dwarven women came up with in the ring to punish, humiliate and sometimes castrate the overconfident sack of spunk that had wandered into the arena.
None were louder than a certain, redheaded princess. “Ooooh YES!” Despina screamed and threw her head back, legs bouncing in bliss. The sudden and brutal nut kick was more than enough to kick up a storm of pleasure in her core. Riding that wave of pleasure gushing out from her pussy was more than enough to let her ignore Ina’s shocked berating at suddenly ripping off her top like that.
Ignoring the irate auf to her side and the strangely calm and quiet Chloe, Despina’s eyes snapped back to the fight, eager to not miss a second of the testicular destruction she was promised. To her delight, Vivi hadn’t let Jim crash to the ground but had rushed forward right after her kick, catching the boy now howling with intimate pain.
Vivi tackled Jim to the ground and, during their fall, tucked her legs so that her knees rested against his bloated scrotum. Their forward momentum, combined with the copious amounts of oil on them, made the two combatants slide along the smooth stone floor. Vivi looked remarkably like a football player sliding on his knees after scoring a goal, except instead of grass she squished a bulging nutsack under her kneecaps and the only one who could have appreciated the comparison was debilitated by infernal pain emanating from said sack.
When they came to a stop, Jim tried to curl up and protect his balls, but Vivi strategically kept one knee on his nuts as she cheered and waved towards the audience. Using his erect dick as a handhold, she got up but immediately replaced the knee in Jim’s balls with her foot. If he had previously only suspected that dwarven women weighed more than their human counterparts, now he had confirmation.
Howling and crying, he stammered and gasped for air until he finally managed to croak out, “Get off my balls!”
The cheerful dwarf hadn’t even listened to him, instead taking the time to show off for the audience while still having one foot on his nuts and one knee on the ground. Rather than show mercy, after some more showboating, she bent back down and grabbed his ballbag. The gonads were starting to rapidly discolour, which Vivi proudly showed off to their onlookers.
“Let his balls have it!” Despina yelled again over the crowd. Vivi smiled at her and yanked on his nuts, stretching them far up enough to place them in the crook of her arm. She flexed as if to say *You got it!*, squishing the testicles in her arm to white bubbles. A little spurt of clear precum leaked from his cock, mixing into the oil and sweat covering the dwarf’s stomach and dribbling down further to her equally slick entrance.
Vivi let the pair of nuts slip from her arm and Jim curl around them as she got up and walked to his head. Coiled into the fetal position made for a nice small package and so she picked him up easily, lifting him by his thigh and armpit.
Turning, she showed the pained boy off to the audience before throwing him a short distance into the air. The sudden feeling of free fall made him open his legs in reflex, something Vivi had counted on, of course. Before he could hit the ground, Vivi extended her leg beneath him, planting her foot firmly on the ground. The two, balls and thigh, met with a loud smack, Vivi’s leg forming a sudden obstruction that further punished his sex organs for going up against a woman.
Jim crashed to the ground once more, lying on his stomach and Vivi was upon him immediately. Her foot slammed into his balls from behind, pinning them against the ground. Grabbing his legs, she lifted them off the ground, stretching his sack while crushing it against the ground.
With a movement that seemed to come right out of a ballet performance, Vivi leaned forward, stretching out her arms as well as Jim’s legs. Slowly, the leg that currently wasn’t crushing the life out of a pair of nuts raised into the air. She didn’t look graceful enough to be picked for Swan Lake, but the crowd loved it. Vivi’s entire weight rested on the one foot standing on his balls, crushing them to flat pancakes.
“W-we need to do something, she’s going to b-break him!” Ina shouted.
“YES! YES SHE WILL!” Despina moaned, leaving Ina speechless.
“Just to check,” Chloe asked while playing with a whetstone, “but if she smears his loveorbs to paste, you two are fine with me cutting his sack away, right?”
“What…” Ina began breathlessly, “what is wrong with you two?! She’s going to castrate your friend!”
“That’s only if she actually pops him,” Chloe lectured.
“Relax, Ina, it’s just, hnngh, just his balls. It’s not anything important,” Despina said.
“But…! He will never have children, he will never be a father!”
“He can be a father to someone else’s children, he just won’t be a man,” Despina countered.
Ina’s expression turned grim. With a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Despina. “And it doesn’t even bother you that it won’t be you who emasculated him?”
Despina stopped her thinly veiled masturbation and gave her a sour look. “You’re really intent on ruining my fun here, aren’t you?” Her legs started bouncing again, less vigorously but producing an audible squelch that spoke of how wet she was. “I’ll take what I can get in this situation. We’re prisoners here. If I have to watch some other girl rupture his testicles, I’ll at least honour his dying seed tanks by rubbing one out to them.”
A shout from the crowd drew their attention back to the fight. Jim had just been piledriven into the ground, his face pinned under Vivi’s crotch as she sat on his face, held up by one arm slung around his mid while her other hand grabbed hold of his blue and purple nutsack. His cock was protruding out from the tangle of their bodies, the fleshy implement peeking out underneath her arm, still erect and dribbling precum.
Her opponent immobilized and muffled by her pussy, she raised a hand to the skies. Her palm was open as if she held something round in it, then she suddenly closed it into a fist, crushing the imaginary orb. The audience cheered and yelled, expectant of an explosive finish to end the fight by ending her opponent’s fertility.
Her fist crashed down into the bloated nutsack, which barely budged. The swollen balls didn’t have the room inside their skin pouch to move any more and were forced to absorb almost all the impact. Unlike the light sounds Vivi’s kicks and punches had produced on his balls so far, these punches caused a deep, meaty noise to ring out. His testicles were starting to take real damage now, slowly getting broken down by Vivi’s knuckles.
Again and again, the dwarf slammed her fist into the pillowy sack, smiling blissfully. Not just because she was about to end this fight, but because she was able to grind her flower into his face, the vibrations and movement of his mouth feeling wonderful on her entrance. And all she had to do to keep them coming was keep hitting the squirming set of balls in front of her face.
“Mmf… Yes! You feel so good!”
Smack - Smack
Her breath came harder and faster. She tried to sit lower, mash her pussy harder against his face. Simultaneously, she hugged him tight, enjoying the pressure and warmth of his body pressing against her nipples.
Smack - Smack
Wetness gushed onto his face, forcing Jim to drink from her honey pot if he wanted to breathe. Her back arched, mashing her face between his legs in turn. Her eyes were just inches away from the balls she had spent the entire fight destroying, gritting her teeth in pleasure.
Smack
Vivi couldn’t keep up the assault on his testicles through her pleasure, but that in turn lessened the friction she felt rubbing against his face.
“No, keep going, make me overflow, make me cum!”
She desperately grabbed his balls, clenching her fist as tightly as it could. The pressure forced the swollen testicles to relinquish what little space they had left in their sack, bulging outward.
Vivi raised her other fist above her, now holding Jim up only by his nuts.
“Make – me – cum!” she yelled and smashed her fist into his trapped testicles.
He cried out in pain again, giving Vivi exactly what she wanted. Repeatedly punching his balls, she rode him hard again, her hips shifting back and forth to mash her lips over his face.
Smack – “Yes!” – Smack – “Yes!” – Smack – “YES!”
When she came, her arms cramped up, keeping her fist buried deeply into his balls. With a long, guttural moan, she climaxed, and the sound, together with his struggle for air and the torment of his nuts feeling like they were caught between slabs of granite, made his cock twitch.
Shot after shot of long, thick ropes of white erupted from his cock, accompanying her orgasm with a torrent of spunk that was not born from pleasure but from pain and panic. Cum sprayed and splashed over the first few rows of dwarven girls that had crowded around their arena. While the women further behind were only hit with a few sprinkles, the girls at the front weren’t so lucky. Months worth of cum glazed their faces and chests with a thick coating of slimy seed.
The girls shrieked, but with a smile on their faces. Most of them tried to get out of the splash zone, but a few remained, welcoming the forceful cumshot like a warm summer rain.
Slowly, both their climaxes came to an end, Vivi falling backwards as she let go of his sack. The last few spurts and dribbles from his cock splashed against her chin and her breasts, the thick, sticky cum running down her cleavage in a slow-moving river. One of Vivi’s legs slipped off the edge of the platform, dangling down and ever so slightly touched the ground.
Applause erupted from the crowd, even from the women drenched in cum.
Despina watched a dwarf, a middle-aged woman attending the elders, march onto the platform. The princess herself was panting heavily, having reached a third orgasm when Vivi had delivered her final blow to Jim’s reproductive organs. The judge raised her hand, waiting for the applause to die down. When it did, she cleared her throat and announced the end of the fight.
“I will now check for the results!”
She walked over to the panting Vivi and nodded, then turned to Jim. He was passed out, the pain and sudden forceful evacuation of his stored seed overcoming his senses. Kneeling, she scooped up the swollen and bruised ballbag.
With a thoughtful expression, she weighed the gonads in her hand. Then she ran her thumb over it, probing his sack with the digit at multiple points. Each time she jammed her thumb into the sack, his legs jolted.
Isolating one half of his balls, she closed her fist tightly, squeezing the battered scrotum to test if she was only feeling mush or if there were still testicles left within. She did the same to the other half, her expression not giving anything away.
Finally, the judge let his balls drop to the ground again. She wiped her hand, covered in white spunk, against her pants and stood up, turning to the elders.
“I have thoroughly tested this man’s ingots and have come to a conclusion.” The silence in the audience was palpable, as everyone held their breath to hear if Jim was still a man. “He is still unbroken, uncastrated! The goddess has seen fit to spare his testicles and therefore attested to the veracity of his claims!”
A moment of silence passed, the disappointment for much of the audience obvious. Only Inacea immediately cheered, then halted in embarrassment when she was the only one. One by one, however, the dwarves started to applaud, paying their respects to his balls.
He had wagered his testicles and won.
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*Really wanted to give this fight some space and I hope it was worth it, the nature of it all meant nothing to really make images for. I’m always second-guessing at which point a scene is “complete” anyway, so maybe not?*
*The next few chapters are going to be more relaxed. I think it’s time for some well-deserved R&R for Jim and the others, something they haven’t really had since entering Hôdoburg.*
