Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 51
Chapter 51 – content: >!a medical-ish scene, castration threat, public nudity, sph!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Hey Jim, how are your nuts? Paper-thin? Withering away? Dying?”
“Not funny, Chloe! You know that if she… if I lost, you would be treated like a criminal as we- AAH!”
“Not be moving!” the priestess cautioned and slapped the fat pair of balls she was holding. [She had long dark hair and a sharp, thin face, somewhat unusual compared to most dwarves Jim had seen so far.](https://imgur.com/a/hGcthTN) “If only Norea graced your head like she did shame. You just got the balls flattened by a girl toying with them, yet when another one grabs your sack to help you, you get rowdy again?”
“I’m sorry, your grace…” he said meekly.
“How bad are they, sis? Any chance you might still have to juice them?” Chloe asked.
“It is a miracle they did not break. I needed start healing at his stones wires because Vivi kicked and punched chunks of his testicles up into sperm pipes. They blocked most of normal flow, that is why he cum like fountain, pressure built up behind pieces of testicle. Had to move those out of way first.” She frowned at Jim. “You be glad you were not conscious. That was like frivolous maiden trying to fit cock of horsekin inside her snatch.”
“Uhh, I…” Jim began.
“So they’re definitely not stuck in there any more, making his balls slowly suffocate and die?” Chloe asked hopefully.
“Oh, they still in there, just further up where sperm pipes looser. Should shake loose when he polish his weapon. Remember that, boy. Next time you cum, you will cum your balls out. Well, bits of it. So don’t be alarmed.”
*How am I supposed to not be alarmed by that?* “Couldn’t you have done that for me while I was out cold?” Jim asked, feeling a bit rebellious. Why did he keep getting in these situations where people talked about his balls as if he wasn’t even in the room?
Her answer was another two slaps to his bruised nuts. “I do not do for you, even if you have meat stick like minotaur. I’m a priestess, not some common whore.”
While Jim keened, Chloe asked, “Aww, so you already healed his loveorbs?”
“Well, mostly. These things much too injured for me to heal fully. And I can tell others have tried before me. Since then, he has picked up new injuries. See here? On his left bubble? Something pierced all the way through and was stuck in there for a *long* time. Too long. Nut is deformed around it. I healed wound but there is now permanent hole in it. Does not matter for spraying maidens with seed but it makes testicle much weaker. Any strong kick or punch and shell of the nut will start tearing near hole. More kick after that and babymaker shatter like crystal glass.”
“Huh, is that so. Very interesting…” Chloe murmured.
“Quite frankly, I don’t know how he still man.”
“I tried to end *that* nonsense, believe me,” Despina’s voice came from the other side of the room. She had just entered along with Ina, Vivi and the gold-haired captain of the hunting party that had originally taken them prisoner. “How are the nuts, screwball?”
“Are you feeling any better, Jim?” Ina asked.
“Yes, thank you, Ina,” Jim answered. “No thanks to Despina and Chloe, of course.”
“Oh, don’t grumpy, Jim. You still have two stones! Great success. Maybe your seeds even still sprout.” With a glance at the chub he sported, Vivi said, “Even hammer still works. So romantic…” and bit her lip.
“Enough about the boy’s ingots, impressive though they may be. You didn’t break, so we believe what you have told us about the ferritine. I am Heta, captain of the haunting party that picked you all up. You have impressed me. Both in your fight with Vivi and against the ferritine. But we still have some questions,” Vivi’s captain said. [From a pouch, she produced a silver cage-like object.](https://imgur.com/a/LRc7U7Q) A suggestive shape of bars made up its bulbous head.
“No… No! Please don’t lock me back up, I didn’t do anything! You can’t do thi- URGH!”
Jim’s panicked shouting was brought to a halt by a hard fist slamming into his sack. “Calm down, boy, or I leave rest of healing to Vivi,” the sister said.
“Oh, can I try? Maybe I push broken bits back together. Squish with enough force and they are good, yes? Like with dough!” Vivi said excitedly.
Jim squeaked, cowed by both the attending priestess’s nut punch and Vivi’s idea of ‘healing’ his balls. “Sorry, I’ll be… quiet.”
“So you really were locked up in this,” Heta said. She stared at his half-erect penis in disbelief. “Ridiculous, and it’s still so big…” She shook her head. “We found it behind the spire where we encountered you all. Relax, we are not planning to cage you again. In fact, my people believe locking up a man's hammer will make him weak in character, turn him devious. If the fire of his loins threatens to take over, spurring him to stick his tool in places where it is not wanted, we believe it is best to smash his pebbles and extinguish his fire entirely instead.”
“Yes, quee- I mean, someone else put that on me. A human.” It might be best not going around advertising the fact that Bruna put his penis under lock and key. Maybe someone could conclude that he was her harbinger from that. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t locked up by any dwarf.”
“But it produced by dwarf,” Vivi said.
Heta nodded. “This chastity cage is made from moonsilver. You are currently in the only place in Bythos where it is harvested and refined. The one who put it on you must have been incredibly rich, just this much is so expensive that you could build a small palace for the money.”
Jim scratched his head. “Oh, so that’s where it came from… I’ve talked to a human smith and she told me it was pretty much unbreakable.”
“It is. It is also mana-repellent, which is why chastity cages made out of it are so popular among those that can afford them. They shrink a man’s bits.”
“What? Why would they?” Jim asked. Was that why he’d had problems getting hard after taking the cage off?
“Wait, did you say you *harvest* the moonsilver?” Despina asked.
“Let me answer question, boy,” the priestess between his legs said. “Men’s souls are trapped in their jewels. It is why men cannot magic. Mana but also astral body withers near moonsilver. Therefore, your pipe get smaller in cage made of moonsilver.”
“Right, and to answer your question, princess,” Heta continued, “I did say harvest. Moonsilver is not mined. In fact, you have already seen how it is harvested.
“The ferritine…” Despina gasped, absent-mindedly squeezing one of her breasts.
The dwarves all nodded. “If you did not steal it from our storage, I suppose I am no longer justified in holding on to it. It is yours.”
“I don’t want it,” Jim said immediately.
“Now hold on, Jim,” Inacea said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you didn’t hear Heta, what with your balls all banged up. She said this stuff is expensive.”
“Yes, I heard.”
“*Very* expensive in fact. Like buy a palace expensive. Never have to work again expensive.”
“Ina, seriously, I heard her. I still don’t want it, it’s… you wouldn’t get it, spending months in that thing, all backed up. Maybe… maybe if I wasn’t locked up, I could have spent a night with Liri, show her what she means to me, how hard she makes me…”
“Alright, first off, ew, sister if you would, please,” Ina said.
“Got it,” the priestess answered and gave each of the nuts she was healing a firm slap, making Jim groan.
“Thank you. Second, it’s no use crying over spilled milk, that’s in the past!”
Despina snorted. “More like unspilled milk, right?” He gave her a flat stare, prompting the princess to take matters in her own hands and she gave his sack a smack. “I’m hilarious, you just don’t have any sense of humour.”
“Oh, me too!” Chloe yelled and threw a haymaker at the dangling balls. When the priestess glared at her over Jim’s pained crying, she shrugged and asked, “What? I felt left out.”
“It is your decision, Jim,” Heta said, “but if I may offer some advice: I think your friend is right. It would be foolish to leave such a prize behind. And while we do not have the means to reforge it, we can at least melt it down if there are too many painful memories associated with the cage. You can resell it, or if you ever visit one of the dwarven cities, have it be forged into a sword.”
“You can make weapons out of it?” Jim asked.
Vivi nodded. “Too rare to equip whole army, but individual weapons very coveted. In tales, heroine always wield moonsilver to defeat evil! I think is also elegy for triumph of ontologically good feminity over evil males.”
Not for the first time, Jim wondered about Vivi’s eclectic vocabulary. “You seem to know a lot about it.”
The plum-haired girl nodded eagerly. “My clan is clan of blacksmiths, sister Tarja is the best smith in all the lands.”
“When you say it defeats evil…” Was it too much of a cliché? The sword made from some magic metal (and he tried to ignore that metal was actually some poor beast's liquified testicles) defeating the demon lord? “You said it’s, like, anti-magic, right?”
“What are you thinking?” Ina asked.
“Demons sustain themselves because of magic they harvest from mortals, that’s what Harald told me.” The man who had killed Zenobia… Still, he didn’t seem like he was lying back then. “If moonsilver stops magic, maybe it can stop demons from regenerating?”
“Then we could teach that obnoxious malkin some humility…” Despina said. A grin started to form on her face. “Imagine her stupid face the next time we cut her head off and she can’t heal!”
“I doubt she’d have much of a reaction in that case…” Ina muttered but the princess ignored her.
“Good idea, screwball! Maybe some light hits to the groin improve intelligence,” Despina said.
“Light?” Jim, Ina, Vivi and even the priestess asked in unison. Despina just shrugged.
“He’s not a eunuch yet. That counts as light in my book.”
Jim shook his head. “Anyway, with a weapon like that, we have an actual chance at saving Liri! Lilith won’t know what hit her.”
“The only problem then is that we have no idea how to get to hell.” Ina tapped her finger against her chin. “I don’t suppose the dwarves have any records on that?”
“You go to *hell*?!” Vivi shouted. “That is insane! You will die,” she said to the girls, then turned to Jim, “and your bubbles will pop, again and again and again and again and-”
“OK, we get it. We just have to fight through hell’s demons, then. I will *not* leave Liriel in Lilith’s clutches.”
Vivi crossed her arms and scowled. “Then you should let me break you during fight, instead of letting demons pop you. Give people memorable end to manhood.”
“She does have a point,” Heta agreed. “I know there are old tales of brave dwarves, heroines of old, heading to the underworld and sometimes making it back. But never men. All the legends agree that men always meet their testicular doom at the hands of demonkind if they enter hell. I don’t remember much but if you really plan to head there…” Jim nodded, “then I suggest you study the old accounts. Dwarven archives take great care to copy and guard the tales of our ancestors, so you should find them in any of them. I suppose it gives you something else to do when seeking out Tarja.”
“Great! Then we can head out as soon as you tell us where she liv-”
Another slap rang out in the room, swinging the pendulous scrotum between Jim’s legs back and forth. “No, you stay at least two days. I heal you fully or not at all.”
While Jim groaned and sack back onto the bench, Chloe started protesting. “But you already healed darling’s love orbs for half a day! Are you just lying so you can make your own panties?” Her eyes narrowed.
“Panties…? What does underwear have to do with it- never mind, I must misunderstand. But all the sack-smacking damaged his stones again. I heal.”
“Might as well make it count, then,” Despina said and appeared between the priestess and Jim. She threw out a heartfelt kick, pinning one of his nuts between her boot and the hard slats of the bench. Jim shrieked and collapsed, falling forward and right onto the priestess.
“Oops, sorry!” Despina told the grumbling priestess.
With Jim out of commission, the girls spent the rest of the day with Vivi, touring the small outpost and making themselves at home at the little house the party was assigned during their stay. Jim, on the other hand, was treated by the priestess again, his healing complicated by the swelling Despina’s kick had produced in his left, weakened and perforated testicle.
He staggered home during the onset of nightfall, the dwarves being able to tell time via the cleverly placed mirrors refracting the light of the sun and moons from small light and air shafts all around the dwelling. Following a tiny rivulet that ran behind a row of houses, he found the temporary dwelling they had been granted.
Their house may have been small, but each of them still had their own bedroom, which Jim was thankful for. The tiny room contained nothing but a wardrobe and an alcove carved from stone on which some bedding was spread but the privacy it granted was very welcome.
Finally. He rubbed his hands in glee and locked the door. No one was going to disturb him this time. Jim knew he probably needed a good night’s rest – so much had happened recently that it felt like he had been on the run for years. But this matter bore no delay. He tossed his pants and underwear on the floor. *No cage. No companions. I can finally rub one out. Properly rub one out, not whatever Vivi did to me.*
He threw himself on top of the bed, already flying his flag at half-mast. Something beneath him shifted. It sounded like a gear clicking in place, like a clock ticking but louder. He tilted his head, looking down. Beneath the thin blanket, something moved.
Cold, hard metal snapped shut on his balls. For a fraction of a second, Jim saw a claps slam into his testicles, like the hammer of a mousetrap but heavier, bigger and striking him much harder. His nuts deformed, almost split in two by the solid wedge drilling into his balls. Then the pain hit and he couldn’t see, hear or feel anything but his balls trying to not split.
His scream was loud enough to make the doors of the wardrobe shake, and it didn’t seem to end. It only took the girls about a minute to assemble in various states of undress in front of Jim’s room.
“What’s going on, why is he screaming like that? Are we under attack?” Ina asked and closed a gown that was too short for her, leaving much of her buttocks exposed.
“I… dunno…” Despina answered, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Unlike the auf, she had simply ignored the dwarven sleeping clothes and dressed down to the few clothes she had left, a pair of sheer lilac knickers through which her red bush shimmered.
“Oh, I reeled something in! Quick, Ines, open the door, make the lock disappear!” Chloe appeared behind them, wearing absolutely nothing but her ghastly coat. A vague scent of bleach and sweat emanated from beneath the leather.
“It’s Inacea… whatever, go on ahead…” Ina said, scooting away from the pink-haired adventuress. With a flick of her wrist, the lock disappeared from the door, leaving the door ajar.
Chloe pushed past Ina and Despina. When she beheld the damage, mainly in the way of Jim screaming wordlessly while he seized up, a blanket-covered clamp biting into his nuts, she clapped her hands. “Did they break, did I do it? You, prince-girl, come here! Feel the love orbs and tell me if I can neuter my darling already!”
“Excuse me?!” Despina protested, but Ina shoved her into the room with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m going to go back to bed. You can tell me if we have another girl in the party tomorrow,” she mumbled and headed back to bed.
Grumbling, the princess approached the bed and felt around between Jim’s legs to see if she would find two or four nuggets in Jim’s basket.
“Sorry to say, weirdo, but I think the clamps didn’t bite through all the way. You’re going to have to try tomorrow again.”
“Wait! But… what if… I grabbed the nut trap and pushed it down further!” Chloe’s hands closed around the hammer of the trap, her chipped nails pressing against metal and flesh to produce a series of concerning crackles.
“AAAH!”
“Leave it, the boy’s balls live to see another day. Must be all the healing they’ve done on him… stupid fools… go back to bed, I don’t want to hear him piss himself over his stupid nuts all night.”
Chloe let go of the device, her testicular ambuscade having failed. “Damn, I really thought that would pop them beyond repair… Aw, man…” She twitched, as if she had just noticed something. Abruptly, she said to no one in particular, “You’re right, thanks, papa.”
The two girls left the agonized boy behind, his door unlocked, his testicles clamped, and settled back down for the night.
With neither of the girls being any help, Jim had no choice but to fight through the pain and extricate his testicles from the ballbusting trap himself. By the time he had freed himself, sweat poured from his brow and he felt like puking. The rest of the night, he spent curled up on his bed, not getting a wink of sleep.
Morning found him still clutching his nuts and it took a lot of gentle coaxing from Ina to get him to move.
“Come on, Jim, put your pants back on like a big boy and go to the priestess, alright? She's the only one who can do anything about your private bits anyway.” She stood over his defeated form with her hands on her hips, staring him down until he started getting off the bed. “There you go, now take your bloated danglers, stuff ‘em somewhere they won’t cause a scene and get going. Chloe and Despina already went out to run some errands and prepare for our journey ahead, so it won’t do any good to laze around. Up and at ‘em!”
“Can you please make sure Chloe doesn't put anything else in my room? I… I don't think I can take another trap like that,” Jim pleaded, shaky as a newborn fawn.
“You can't take it or your danglers can't?” His mortified look made the auf laugh. “I'm just messing with you. I'll do a sweep of your room, don't worry.”
Jim thanked her and tottered out of his room once he had acquired some pants. He turned the corner, bumping his bruised nuts against the corner of a sidetable conveniently reaching groin height, groaned and wobbled onward.
Ina gave a little exasperated sigh and turned to make the bed. Carefully, she removed the blanket and studied the contraption hidden below. It really did look like an oversized mousetrap, the mechanism fixed on a little metal plate. The hammer, the part striking whatever entered the trap, looked big and sturdy enough to kill most pets, though.
“Where did she even get that?” Ina muttered. Picking the trap up, she opened the wardrobe to stow it away. She heard a strange click, then a sharp pain shot through her loins. Ina staggered back a few steps, bending over.
“Aaah, what the blazes?” Behind the wardrobe door, a hammer - the actual tool this time - swung on a string, after having just struck her sensitive folds. Thankfully, the hammer had hit the puffy lips of her flower and not the delicate pearl atop it. “Good goddess, this girl really doesn't want Jim to ever have a family, does she. I’m going to have to start poking things with a stick, so I don’t get got by these any more…”
But that could come later. Unlike her companions, Ina had wisely volunteered to stay at the house and look after it. She felt that she sorely needed some time to herself and had already made a plan of how to treat herself.
Ina started by diverting some water from the basin behind the house into a washing tub. It was tall enough to be used for washing clothes as well as taking baths, even if there wasn’t much privacy to be had. A rivulet meandered along the houses, fed by some distant meagre spring, constantly filling a reservoir with water for each house.
Ina quickly disrobed and, with held breath, hopped into the icy water. Huffing and spluttering from the cold, she took some soap and a brush and started washing her hair and body as quickly as she feasibly could. While the cold water felt good on her sore pussy, the rest of her didn’t appreciate the water’s temperature very much. [To distract herself, she had a look at the brush she was using.](https://imgur.com/a/oRE5mSN) Its handle was rather long and sturdy, some dwarven implement made out of soapstone most likely, and had a strange, bulbous tip. Her hands cupped her breasts and she paused for a moment when she felt her nipples poke against her palms. “My, you could cut glass with these…”
How long had it been since *she* had some release? Despina was very libertine with how often she felt the urge. She’d only known the bawdy princess for a few days and practically any day she wasn’t involved in a potentially lethal battle, the redhead had been flicking the bean. And sometimes when she was, too. If only she wasn’t constantly asking Ina to hand her Jim’s preposterously large gonads to do it with.
Speaking of which, Jim had been wearing a chastity cage for weeks now, so he was probably feeling a bit stuffy as well. Or rather, had been, since he had made a great show of busting a nut while Vivi was busting his nuts in front of everyone. He claimed that hadn’t been real relief but Ina doubted that. For a man, spraying his cream was all that mattered, right?
Chloe was… strange. There were many things obviously wrong with the girl, and Ina wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out if she strummed her chords the way normal girls did. Or what she imagined when doing it. The auf shivered, and not from the cold.
Maybe she should extend her plan for some alone time a bit. Rosy from the cold water and rough brushing she administered, she got out of the bath, only to find herself face to face with a young dwarf. By dwarven standards, he was barely a man, his beard short and wispy but his dopey smile as he fucked her with his eyes made that plain enough.
“Sorry, miss, but we no get much visitor here, hehehe… Didn’t expect to see beauty like you bathe right now…” He pinched the front of his pants, caught somewhere between wanting to grab his dick and trying to hide the tiny tent he was pitching.
“Is that so,” Ina said icily, holding the brush in front of the slit the boy was clearly trying to see more of while covering her boobs with her arm.
“Very much, yes. But is no problem, we dwarves have culture of bathing together. I can show you.” Behind him, a row of equally horny teenagers peered out from behind the corner of the house. Each of them had their hands down their pants and, judging from the miniscule motion they used, rubbed their diminutive appendages between thumb and finger
“In that case, let me show you one of our traditions as well. We do this every time a cheeky boy thinks he is ready to plough a girl’s field instead of just spurting his little load in his hand.”
The dwarf rubbed his hands, misinterpreting Ina’s frigid gaze. “That so? I am always happy to learn new things. What is it?”
“I don’t think you’re going to be happy about learning this. It’s… to clean out all those dirty thoughts you have. Really builds character, though I’m sad to say it won’t grow your sorry excuse for a penis.”
With a flick of her wrist, two walnut-sized testicles appeared in her hand. The dwarf missed it, having turned around to his buddies to give them a thumbs up. But he did notice when Ina placed the brush against his gonads, pressing down hard enough to bend the bristles.
“Let’s hope the soap makes it easier on you, yeah?”
Ina raked the brush over his testicles, scratching the sensitive organs with the hard bristles. She pressed the brushed down so hard, individual hairs of the brush pierced the shell of his nuts and became stuck, only to be brushed away again by her next stroke.
With a series of incoherent howls, each catching in his throat every time she dragged the brush over his walnuts again, he ran in circles. The dwarf panicked, not understanding what was happening, and so did not know what to do to make the hellish agony stop that his most precious parts were suddenly subjected to.
The hysterical howling and running and the boy clasping his hands to his groin made Ina chuckle. Her quaking chest, shaking from both her mirth and her vigorous brushing proved to be an even more exciting display for the dwarf’s libidinous buddies, but only until their friend tripped and slammed face-first into the ground in front of them. He writhed and convulsed, screaming something about having his clackers assaulted. When the boys lifted their heads again and watched Ina scrub a pair of ovals red raw, they finally understood that, somehow, their friend was getting his balls scrubbed with soap.
Taking their own hands out of their crusty slacks, the boys scampered away, fearing they’d be next in Ina’s educational cleaning methods. One tripped, much like his friend, when his pants fell away, exposing his disappointing dicklet and marbles to the air. He scrambled to his knees and crawled away, presenting his tiny genitals to a girl coming just around the corner.
*Looks like they sent their buddy with the biggest balls to charm me. It’s a shame they’re still so small, they’ll never please a woman. Well, if Jim’s battle was anything to go by, confessing to a girl around here should take away their urges forever.*
With another chuckle, smiling grimly, the auf threw the pair of irritated testicles away into the rivulet, letting the icy water carry the problematic spunktanks away.
“I hope you had as much fun learning about my culture as I did with yours. Ta-dah!” In the background, the little pervert's friend was getting his testicles kicked in by the girl he had inadvertently exposed himself to.
Brush in hand, Ina strutted back into the house. She carefully placed the brush on top of her own bed.
“Thanks for defending me out there, big guy,” she purred to the brush, petting its handle like a lover. “I’ll reward you in just a minute, just give me a minute to find a towel. And maybe make myself a cup of tea, brrr…”
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“Hey Jim, how are your nuts? Paper-thin? Withering away? Dying?”
“Not funny, Chloe! You know that if she… if I lost, you would be treated like a criminal as we- AAH!”
“Not be moving!” the priestess cautioned and slapped the fat pair of balls she was holding. [She had long dark hair and a sharp, thin face, somewhat unusual compared to most dwarves Jim had seen so far.](https://imgur.com/a/hGcthTN) “If only Norea graced your head like she did shame. You just got the balls flattened by a girl toying with them, yet when another one grabs your sack to help you, you get rowdy again?”
“I’m sorry, your grace…” he said meekly.
“How bad are they, sis? Any chance you might still have to juice them?” Chloe asked.
“It is a miracle they did not break. I needed start healing at his stones wires because Vivi kicked and punched chunks of his testicles up into sperm pipes. They blocked most of normal flow, that is why he cum like fountain, pressure built up behind pieces of testicle. Had to move those out of way first.” She frowned at Jim. “You be glad you were not conscious. That was like frivolous maiden trying to fit cock of horsekin inside her snatch.”
“Uhh, I…” Jim began.
“So they’re definitely not stuck in there any more, making his balls slowly suffocate and die?” Chloe asked hopefully.
“Oh, they still in there, just further up where sperm pipes looser. Should shake loose when he polish his weapon. Remember that, boy. Next time you cum, you will cum your balls out. Well, bits of it. So don’t be alarmed.”
*How am I supposed to not be alarmed by that?* “Couldn’t you have done that for me while I was out cold?” Jim asked, feeling a bit rebellious. Why did he keep getting in these situations where people talked about his balls as if he wasn’t even in the room?
Her answer was another two slaps to his bruised nuts. “I do not do for you, even if you have meat stick like minotaur. I’m a priestess, not some common whore.”
While Jim keened, Chloe asked, “Aww, so you already healed his loveorbs?”
“Well, mostly. These things much too injured for me to heal fully. And I can tell others have tried before me. Since then, he has picked up new injuries. See here? On his left bubble? Something pierced all the way through and was stuck in there for a *long* time. Too long. Nut is deformed around it. I healed wound but there is now permanent hole in it. Does not matter for spraying maidens with seed but it makes testicle much weaker. Any strong kick or punch and shell of the nut will start tearing near hole. More kick after that and babymaker shatter like crystal glass.”
“Huh, is that so. Very interesting…” Chloe murmured.
“Quite frankly, I don’t know how he still man.”
“I tried to end *that* nonsense, believe me,” Despina’s voice came from the other side of the room. She had just entered along with Ina, Vivi and the gold-haired captain of the hunting party that had originally taken them prisoner. “How are the nuts, screwball?”
“Are you feeling any better, Jim?” Ina asked.
“Yes, thank you, Ina,” Jim answered. “No thanks to Despina and Chloe, of course.”
“Oh, don’t grumpy, Jim. You still have two stones! Great success. Maybe your seeds even still sprout.” With a glance at the chub he sported, Vivi said, “Even hammer still works. So romantic…” and bit her lip.
“Enough about the boy’s ingots, impressive though they may be. You didn’t break, so we believe what you have told us about the ferritine. I am Heta, captain of the haunting party that picked you all up. You have impressed me. Both in your fight with Vivi and against the ferritine. But we still have some questions,” Vivi’s captain said. [From a pouch, she produced a silver cage-like object.](https://imgur.com/a/LRc7U7Q) A suggestive shape of bars made up its bulbous head.
“No… No! Please don’t lock me back up, I didn’t do anything! You can’t do thi- URGH!”
Jim’s panicked shouting was brought to a halt by a hard fist slamming into his sack. “Calm down, boy, or I leave rest of healing to Vivi,” the sister said.
“Oh, can I try? Maybe I push broken bits back together. Squish with enough force and they are good, yes? Like with dough!” Vivi said excitedly.
Jim squeaked, cowed by both the attending priestess’s nut punch and Vivi’s idea of ‘healing’ his balls. “Sorry, I’ll be… quiet.”
“So you really were locked up in this,” Heta said. She stared at his half-erect penis in disbelief. “Ridiculous, and it’s still so big…” She shook her head. “We found it behind the spire where we encountered you all. Relax, we are not planning to cage you again. In fact, my people believe locking up a man's hammer will make him weak in character, turn him devious. If the fire of his loins threatens to take over, spurring him to stick his tool in places where it is not wanted, we believe it is best to smash his pebbles and extinguish his fire entirely instead.”
“Yes, quee- I mean, someone else put that on me. A human.” It might be best not going around advertising the fact that Bruna put his penis under lock and key. Maybe someone could conclude that he was her harbinger from that. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t locked up by any dwarf.”
“But it produced by dwarf,” Vivi said.
Heta nodded. “This chastity cage is made from moonsilver. You are currently in the only place in Bythos where it is harvested and refined. The one who put it on you must have been incredibly rich, just this much is so expensive that you could build a small palace for the money.”
Jim scratched his head. “Oh, so that’s where it came from… I’ve talked to a human smith and she told me it was pretty much unbreakable.”
“It is. It is also mana-repellent, which is why chastity cages made out of it are so popular among those that can afford them. They shrink a man’s bits.”
“What? Why would they?” Jim asked. Was that why he’d had problems getting hard after taking the cage off?
“Wait, did you say you *harvest* the moonsilver?” Despina asked.
“Let me answer question, boy,” the priestess between his legs said. “Men’s souls are trapped in their jewels. It is why men cannot magic. Mana but also astral body withers near moonsilver. Therefore, your pipe get smaller in cage made of moonsilver.”
“Right, and to answer your question, princess,” Heta continued, “I did say harvest. Moonsilver is not mined. In fact, you have already seen how it is harvested.
“The ferritine…” Despina gasped, absent-mindedly squeezing one of her breasts.
The dwarves all nodded. “If you did not steal it from our storage, I suppose I am no longer justified in holding on to it. It is yours.”
“I don’t want it,” Jim said immediately.
“Now hold on, Jim,” Inacea said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you didn’t hear Heta, what with your balls all banged up. She said this stuff is expensive.”
“Yes, I heard.”
“*Very* expensive in fact. Like buy a palace expensive. Never have to work again expensive.”
“Ina, seriously, I heard her. I still don’t want it, it’s… you wouldn’t get it, spending months in that thing, all backed up. Maybe… maybe if I wasn’t locked up, I could have spent a night with Liri, show her what she means to me, how hard she makes me…”
“Alright, first off, ew, sister if you would, please,” Ina said.
“Got it,” the priestess answered and gave each of the nuts she was healing a firm slap, making Jim groan.
“Thank you. Second, it’s no use crying over spilled milk, that’s in the past!”
Despina snorted. “More like unspilled milk, right?” He gave her a flat stare, prompting the princess to take matters in her own hands and she gave his sack a smack. “I’m hilarious, you just don’t have any sense of humour.”
“Oh, me too!” Chloe yelled and threw a haymaker at the dangling balls. When the priestess glared at her over Jim’s pained crying, she shrugged and asked, “What? I felt left out.”
“It is your decision, Jim,” Heta said, “but if I may offer some advice: I think your friend is right. It would be foolish to leave such a prize behind. And while we do not have the means to reforge it, we can at least melt it down if there are too many painful memories associated with the cage. You can resell it, or if you ever visit one of the dwarven cities, have it be forged into a sword.”
“You can make weapons out of it?” Jim asked.
Vivi nodded. “Too rare to equip whole army, but individual weapons very coveted. In tales, heroine always wield moonsilver to defeat evil! I think is also elegy for triumph of ontologically good feminity over evil males.”
Not for the first time, Jim wondered about Vivi’s eclectic vocabulary. “You seem to know a lot about it.”
The plum-haired girl nodded eagerly. “My clan is clan of blacksmiths, sister Tarja is the best smith in all the lands.”
“When you say it defeats evil…” Was it too much of a cliché? The sword made from some magic metal (and he tried to ignore that metal was actually some poor beast's liquified testicles) defeating the demon lord? “You said it’s, like, anti-magic, right?”
“What are you thinking?” Ina asked.
“Demons sustain themselves because of magic they harvest from mortals, that’s what Harald told me.” The man who had killed Zenobia… Still, he didn’t seem like he was lying back then. “If moonsilver stops magic, maybe it can stop demons from regenerating?”
“Then we could teach that obnoxious malkin some humility…” Despina said. A grin started to form on her face. “Imagine her stupid face the next time we cut her head off and she can’t heal!”
“I doubt she’d have much of a reaction in that case…” Ina muttered but the princess ignored her.
“Good idea, screwball! Maybe some light hits to the groin improve intelligence,” Despina said.
“Light?” Jim, Ina, Vivi and even the priestess asked in unison. Despina just shrugged.
“He’s not a eunuch yet. That counts as light in my book.”
Jim shook his head. “Anyway, with a weapon like that, we have an actual chance at saving Liri! Lilith won’t know what hit her.”
“The only problem then is that we have no idea how to get to hell.” Ina tapped her finger against her chin. “I don’t suppose the dwarves have any records on that?”
“You go to *hell*?!” Vivi shouted. “That is insane! You will die,” she said to the girls, then turned to Jim, “and your bubbles will pop, again and again and again and again and-”
“OK, we get it. We just have to fight through hell’s demons, then. I will *not* leave Liriel in Lilith’s clutches.”
Vivi crossed her arms and scowled. “Then you should let me break you during fight, instead of letting demons pop you. Give people memorable end to manhood.”
“She does have a point,” Heta agreed. “I know there are old tales of brave dwarves, heroines of old, heading to the underworld and sometimes making it back. But never men. All the legends agree that men always meet their testicular doom at the hands of demonkind if they enter hell. I don’t remember much but if you really plan to head there…” Jim nodded, “then I suggest you study the old accounts. Dwarven archives take great care to copy and guard the tales of our ancestors, so you should find them in any of them. I suppose it gives you something else to do when seeking out Tarja.”
“Great! Then we can head out as soon as you tell us where she liv-”
Another slap rang out in the room, swinging the pendulous scrotum between Jim’s legs back and forth. “No, you stay at least two days. I heal you fully or not at all.”
While Jim groaned and sack back onto the bench, Chloe started protesting. “But you already healed darling’s love orbs for half a day! Are you just lying so you can make your own panties?” Her eyes narrowed.
“Panties…? What does underwear have to do with it- never mind, I must misunderstand. But all the sack-smacking damaged his stones again. I heal.”
“Might as well make it count, then,” Despina said and appeared between the priestess and Jim. She threw out a heartfelt kick, pinning one of his nuts between her boot and the hard slats of the bench. Jim shrieked and collapsed, falling forward and right onto the priestess.
“Oops, sorry!” Despina told the grumbling priestess.
With Jim out of commission, the girls spent the rest of the day with Vivi, touring the small outpost and making themselves at home at the little house the party was assigned during their stay. Jim, on the other hand, was treated by the priestess again, his healing complicated by the swelling Despina’s kick had produced in his left, weakened and perforated testicle.
He staggered home during the onset of nightfall, the dwarves being able to tell time via the cleverly placed mirrors refracting the light of the sun and moons from small light and air shafts all around the dwelling. Following a tiny rivulet that ran behind a row of houses, he found the temporary dwelling they had been granted.
Their house may have been small, but each of them still had their own bedroom, which Jim was thankful for. The tiny room contained nothing but a wardrobe and an alcove carved from stone on which some bedding was spread but the privacy it granted was very welcome.
Finally. He rubbed his hands in glee and locked the door. No one was going to disturb him this time. Jim knew he probably needed a good night’s rest – so much had happened recently that it felt like he had been on the run for years. But this matter bore no delay. He tossed his pants and underwear on the floor. *No cage. No companions. I can finally rub one out. Properly rub one out, not whatever Vivi did to me.*
He threw himself on top of the bed, already flying his flag at half-mast. Something beneath him shifted. It sounded like a gear clicking in place, like a clock ticking but louder. He tilted his head, looking down. Beneath the thin blanket, something moved.
Cold, hard metal snapped shut on his balls. For a fraction of a second, Jim saw a claps slam into his testicles, like the hammer of a mousetrap but heavier, bigger and striking him much harder. His nuts deformed, almost split in two by the solid wedge drilling into his balls. Then the pain hit and he couldn’t see, hear or feel anything but his balls trying to not split.
His scream was loud enough to make the doors of the wardrobe shake, and it didn’t seem to end. It only took the girls about a minute to assemble in various states of undress in front of Jim’s room.
“What’s going on, why is he screaming like that? Are we under attack?” Ina asked and closed a gown that was too short for her, leaving much of her buttocks exposed.
“I… dunno…” Despina answered, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Unlike the auf, she had simply ignored the dwarven sleeping clothes and dressed down to the few clothes she had left, a pair of sheer lilac knickers through which her red bush shimmered.
“Oh, I reeled something in! Quick, Ines, open the door, make the lock disappear!” Chloe appeared behind them, wearing absolutely nothing but her ghastly coat. A vague scent of bleach and sweat emanated from beneath the leather.
“It’s Inacea… whatever, go on ahead…” Ina said, scooting away from the pink-haired adventuress. With a flick of her wrist, the lock disappeared from the door, leaving the door ajar.
Chloe pushed past Ina and Despina. When she beheld the damage, mainly in the way of Jim screaming wordlessly while he seized up, a blanket-covered clamp biting into his nuts, she clapped her hands. “Did they break, did I do it? You, prince-girl, come here! Feel the love orbs and tell me if I can neuter my darling already!”
“Excuse me?!” Despina protested, but Ina shoved her into the room with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m going to go back to bed. You can tell me if we have another girl in the party tomorrow,” she mumbled and headed back to bed.
Grumbling, the princess approached the bed and felt around between Jim’s legs to see if she would find two or four nuggets in Jim’s basket.
“Sorry to say, weirdo, but I think the clamps didn’t bite through all the way. You’re going to have to try tomorrow again.”
“Wait! But… what if… I grabbed the nut trap and pushed it down further!” Chloe’s hands closed around the hammer of the trap, her chipped nails pressing against metal and flesh to produce a series of concerning crackles.
“AAAH!”
“Leave it, the boy’s balls live to see another day. Must be all the healing they’ve done on him… stupid fools… go back to bed, I don’t want to hear him piss himself over his stupid nuts all night.”
Chloe let go of the device, her testicular ambuscade having failed. “Damn, I really thought that would pop them beyond repair… Aw, man…” She twitched, as if she had just noticed something. Abruptly, she said to no one in particular, “You’re right, thanks, papa.”
The two girls left the agonized boy behind, his door unlocked, his testicles clamped, and settled back down for the night.
With neither of the girls being any help, Jim had no choice but to fight through the pain and extricate his testicles from the ballbusting trap himself. By the time he had freed himself, sweat poured from his brow and he felt like puking. The rest of the night, he spent curled up on his bed, not getting a wink of sleep.
Morning found him still clutching his nuts and it took a lot of gentle coaxing from Ina to get him to move.
“Come on, Jim, put your pants back on like a big boy and go to the priestess, alright? She's the only one who can do anything about your private bits anyway.” She stood over his defeated form with her hands on her hips, staring him down until he started getting off the bed. “There you go, now take your bloated danglers, stuff ‘em somewhere they won’t cause a scene and get going. Chloe and Despina already went out to run some errands and prepare for our journey ahead, so it won’t do any good to laze around. Up and at ‘em!”
“Can you please make sure Chloe doesn't put anything else in my room? I… I don't think I can take another trap like that,” Jim pleaded, shaky as a newborn fawn.
“You can't take it or your danglers can't?” His mortified look made the auf laugh. “I'm just messing with you. I'll do a sweep of your room, don't worry.”
Jim thanked her and tottered out of his room once he had acquired some pants. He turned the corner, bumping his bruised nuts against the corner of a sidetable conveniently reaching groin height, groaned and wobbled onward.
Ina gave a little exasperated sigh and turned to make the bed. Carefully, she removed the blanket and studied the contraption hidden below. It really did look like an oversized mousetrap, the mechanism fixed on a little metal plate. The hammer, the part striking whatever entered the trap, looked big and sturdy enough to kill most pets, though.
“Where did she even get that?” Ina muttered. Picking the trap up, she opened the wardrobe to stow it away. She heard a strange click, then a sharp pain shot through her loins. Ina staggered back a few steps, bending over.
“Aaah, what the blazes?” Behind the wardrobe door, a hammer - the actual tool this time - swung on a string, after having just struck her sensitive folds. Thankfully, the hammer had hit the puffy lips of her flower and not the delicate pearl atop it. “Good goddess, this girl really doesn't want Jim to ever have a family, does she. I’m going to have to start poking things with a stick, so I don’t get got by these any more…”
But that could come later. Unlike her companions, Ina had wisely volunteered to stay at the house and look after it. She felt that she sorely needed some time to herself and had already made a plan of how to treat herself.
Ina started by diverting some water from the basin behind the house into a washing tub. It was tall enough to be used for washing clothes as well as taking baths, even if there wasn’t much privacy to be had. A rivulet meandered along the houses, fed by some distant meagre spring, constantly filling a reservoir with water for each house.
Ina quickly disrobed and, with held breath, hopped into the icy water. Huffing and spluttering from the cold, she took some soap and a brush and started washing her hair and body as quickly as she feasibly could. While the cold water felt good on her sore pussy, the rest of her didn’t appreciate the water’s temperature very much. [To distract herself, she had a look at the brush she was using.](https://imgur.com/a/oRE5mSN) Its handle was rather long and sturdy, some dwarven implement made out of soapstone most likely, and had a strange, bulbous tip. Her hands cupped her breasts and she paused for a moment when she felt her nipples poke against her palms. “My, you could cut glass with these…”
How long had it been since *she* had some release? Despina was very libertine with how often she felt the urge. She’d only known the bawdy princess for a few days and practically any day she wasn’t involved in a potentially lethal battle, the redhead had been flicking the bean. And sometimes when she was, too. If only she wasn’t constantly asking Ina to hand her Jim’s preposterously large gonads to do it with.
Speaking of which, Jim had been wearing a chastity cage for weeks now, so he was probably feeling a bit stuffy as well. Or rather, had been, since he had made a great show of busting a nut while Vivi was busting his nuts in front of everyone. He claimed that hadn’t been real relief but Ina doubted that. For a man, spraying his cream was all that mattered, right?
Chloe was… strange. There were many things obviously wrong with the girl, and Ina wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out if she strummed her chords the way normal girls did. Or what she imagined when doing it. The auf shivered, and not from the cold.
Maybe she should extend her plan for some alone time a bit. Rosy from the cold water and rough brushing she administered, she got out of the bath, only to find herself face to face with a young dwarf. By dwarven standards, he was barely a man, his beard short and wispy but his dopey smile as he fucked her with his eyes made that plain enough.
“Sorry, miss, but we no get much visitor here, hehehe… Didn’t expect to see beauty like you bathe right now…” He pinched the front of his pants, caught somewhere between wanting to grab his dick and trying to hide the tiny tent he was pitching.
“Is that so,” Ina said icily, holding the brush in front of the slit the boy was clearly trying to see more of while covering her boobs with her arm.
“Very much, yes. But is no problem, we dwarves have culture of bathing together. I can show you.” Behind him, a row of equally horny teenagers peered out from behind the corner of the house. Each of them had their hands down their pants and, judging from the miniscule motion they used, rubbed their diminutive appendages between thumb and finger
“In that case, let me show you one of our traditions as well. We do this every time a cheeky boy thinks he is ready to plough a girl’s field instead of just spurting his little load in his hand.”
The dwarf rubbed his hands, misinterpreting Ina’s frigid gaze. “That so? I am always happy to learn new things. What is it?”
“I don’t think you’re going to be happy about learning this. It’s… to clean out all those dirty thoughts you have. Really builds character, though I’m sad to say it won’t grow your sorry excuse for a penis.”
With a flick of her wrist, two walnut-sized testicles appeared in her hand. The dwarf missed it, having turned around to his buddies to give them a thumbs up. But he did notice when Ina placed the brush against his gonads, pressing down hard enough to bend the bristles.
“Let’s hope the soap makes it easier on you, yeah?”
Ina raked the brush over his testicles, scratching the sensitive organs with the hard bristles. She pressed the brushed down so hard, individual hairs of the brush pierced the shell of his nuts and became stuck, only to be brushed away again by her next stroke.
With a series of incoherent howls, each catching in his throat every time she dragged the brush over his walnuts again, he ran in circles. The dwarf panicked, not understanding what was happening, and so did not know what to do to make the hellish agony stop that his most precious parts were suddenly subjected to.
The hysterical howling and running and the boy clasping his hands to his groin made Ina chuckle. Her quaking chest, shaking from both her mirth and her vigorous brushing proved to be an even more exciting display for the dwarf’s libidinous buddies, but only until their friend tripped and slammed face-first into the ground in front of them. He writhed and convulsed, screaming something about having his clackers assaulted. When the boys lifted their heads again and watched Ina scrub a pair of ovals red raw, they finally understood that, somehow, their friend was getting his balls scrubbed with soap.
Taking their own hands out of their crusty slacks, the boys scampered away, fearing they’d be next in Ina’s educational cleaning methods. One tripped, much like his friend, when his pants fell away, exposing his disappointing dicklet and marbles to the air. He scrambled to his knees and crawled away, presenting his tiny genitals to a girl coming just around the corner.
*Looks like they sent their buddy with the biggest balls to charm me. It’s a shame they’re still so small, they’ll never please a woman. Well, if Jim’s battle was anything to go by, confessing to a girl around here should take away their urges forever.*
With another chuckle, smiling grimly, the auf threw the pair of irritated testicles away into the rivulet, letting the icy water carry the problematic spunktanks away.
“I hope you had as much fun learning about my culture as I did with yours. Ta-dah!” In the background, the little pervert's friend was getting his testicles kicked in by the girl he had inadvertently exposed himself to.
Brush in hand, Ina strutted back into the house. She carefully placed the brush on top of her own bed.
“Thanks for defending me out there, big guy,” she purred to the brush, petting its handle like a lover. “I’ll reward you in just a minute, just give me a minute to find a towel. And maybe make myself a cup of tea, brrr…”
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*I’m really behind on writing this week… Time to get back behind the keyboard immediately.*
*Also I have no idea why Bing had no problem making a cock cage when it usually bitches about completely innocent pictures.*
