Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 58
Chapter 58 – content: >!rupture, familial (verbal) busting, sph!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“And here… we are…” Pearl muttered, sweaty and out of breath. The fur on her deer ears was matted and crusty, and she felt much the same.
Behind her, Ina and Despina stumbled out of the forest. The auf looked like an angry mob got bored halfway through tarring and feathering her, leaving her caked in black mud. Despina meanwhile was dressed in rags that left her more exposed than covered and a long but shallow cut ran along the back of her arm.
Lastly, Jim stumbled out from between the trees, hands clasped protectively around his groin. He groaned, sounding like a squeaky wheel in need of grease, and collapsed onto the packed dirt.
“Thank… the Goddess. I NEVER want to make that trip ever again,” Despina said and sank in on herself, resting her hands on her knees. Ina simply fell on her ass.
“Hold up, guys,” she said and wiped the sweat off her brow, “we don’t know if this is the village. Remember when we thought we found it three days ago?”
“Mm,” Pearl affirmed. She spotted an old man on a stone bench, smoking a pipe and watching them. “You, old timer, what village is this?”
“Can’t tell ya,” he said. A salt and pepper tail swished through the air behind him and he took a long drag from his pipe.
“Listen, geezer, I’ve spent the last two weeks trudging through inhospitable jungle, fighting against man-eating plants, monkeys that steal underwear and myriads of monsters that were either looking to rip the balls off of my friend or shove their own nuts down my throat. So I suggest you tell us the name of this Goddess-forsaken hellhole, or I swear to Norea and all the demons in hell, I will kick your testicles up into your throat, reach in and tie them to your nose while you get to watch!” Ina yelled at him from the ground, pointing accusingly.
The old man paled and coughed as he inhaled too much of his leaf. “I literally can’t, this place doesn’t have a name! We never needed one,” he answered, hacking and coughing.
Ina looked like she was ready to make true on her threat, but Pearl held a hand out and stopped her. “This is it. This is the village.”
“Are you sure? Hey, is this the village where Tarja the blacksmith liv- HEY, STAY HERE, YOU OLD COOT!” Ina shouted. The old man shuffled quickly into his house, locking the door behind him before his nuts could meet an unfortunate end.
Groaning, Jim looked around. The ground had been getting more and more rocky over the last few days but here in this little village, he appreciated how close the mountains were now for the first time. [The snow-topped peaks were an imposing, rugged backdrop against which the little houses barely stood out.](https://imgur.com/a/4aph1YR) They were built by lots and lots of layers of thin stone slates piled on top of each other. Even the roof was formed by broad slabs of what he assumed to be granite.
Curious faces peeked out of windows and cracked doors, but the villagers were clearly wary after Ina’s outburst. Jim stood up straight, the ache in his nuts making the nausea he felt flare up. He slowly approached a young dwarven woman leaning against the door frame, watching them closely. He tried to ignore his tender balls and put on a winning smile.
“Hey there, we’re travellers and I was wondering if- OOF!” Before he could finish his sentence, she rammed her knee up in between his legs, smashing his balls against her kneecap. His legs and mouth quivered. Slowly, he crossed his legs and grabbed hold of his nuts again. Sinking to the floor, he squeaked out a hurt, “Why…?” before the dirt swallowed his very unmanly sobs.
“He is very good at that,” Pearl noted. When Ina tilted her head in confusion, she added, “at getting girls to hit his weak spot. They all do it. Maybe it’s fun… I think even I want to kick him down there now.”
“Please don’t,” Jim peeped from the ground.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re all being rather rude and unrefined. Is it any wonder these people are scared of us?” Despina asked. “You practically look like you’re going to emasculate the entire village, Ina.”
“I very well might if I don’t get a way to wash off all this mud soon…” she muttered darkly.
“Let’s look for an inn or something,” Despina offered and walked past the crumpled form of Jim.
They found a house that looked to be something between church, inn and halfway house a short distance outside what constituted most of the village. It was an L-shaped building, built from the same thin stone shingles as the others but with a high, stately roof. The building’s short side faced them, glowering at them with a single, round window above its entrance.
Unlike its unwelcoming façade, the inside was well-lit and cosy. A large wooden chandelier hung from the ceiling, coated in myriads of burning candles that melted over each other, flowing and mixing to fuse with the wood. Instead of a reception or bar counter, [the corner opposite the door was dominated by a group of couches and armchairs grouped around a fireplace burning merrily](https://imgur.com/a/WbbD38E), warming an old, threadbare carpet lying in front of it. All over the plastered walls, colourful soapstone figures of animals decorated the walls.
As they walked in, Pearl took a moment to bow towards each wall bearing the figures and muttered a small prayer.
No one seemed to man the counter further in. It was littered with an assortment of empty plates and trays of snacks and, at one end, even offered a large jar of pickled eggs. From an open door behind it, voices could be heard.
“You’re impossible, do you even want me to help? Slag and coke, fine, see how you get out of this if you don’t even let your own family help you!” [A small and very annoyed woman with a purple mohawk and a massive, wobbling chest stepped through the door frame and behind the counter, picking up a rag and starting to polish a glass.](https://imgur.com/a/Bdws5Dn)
She huffed and only then seemed to notice Jim and the others. In a much more neutral tone than Jim feared, she asked, “Yeah? You guys need something to drink?”
“Maybe la-” Despina began before Ina interrupted her with a cheery, “Sure!” Without being asked, she put a few small coins on the counter. The dwarf relaxed visibly at the sight of coin and drew them all a small glass of something that looked like cherry-red beer.
“Thank you,” Despina muttered, and with a side glance at the smiling auf at her side, she asked, “short of domestic bliss, are you? What’s the matter, hubby getting too big for his boots?”
It was a miracle her eyes didn’t roll out of their sockets. “Son, actually. He’s tried to chat up one of my patrons – that girl over there, sleeping with her head in her mug, actually – and she tied his balls in a knot. Now he won’t even let *me* have a look at them. I’m his mother! You’d think I’m the one person he wouldn’t mind seeing those little raisins.”
A smile lit up Despina’s face. “Maybe I can have a look at them? We’re just travellers, passing through, so he shouldn’t be as uptight with us as he is with you.”
“We’re not here to help people with their… with that. Remember, we’re looking for someone?” Jim asked.
“Psh, spoilsport. Alright, dickless over there says I can’t have fun,” the princess said. “Do you know the people around these parts? We’re supposed to be looking for a blacksmith.”
The barkeeper eyed them cautiously. “Maybe I do. Tell you what, if you help my son and find a way to get that girl to finally leave my bar, I’ll tell you what I know.” She nodded towards the sleeping patron. “She hasn’t moved from that spot ever since she sat down a week ago. Only cries and drinks and cries some more. She’s paying but she’s starting to annoy my other patrons. Not to mention, she cracked a bunch of guys in the plums when they tried talking to her.”
“Deal!” Despina eagerly said and was already walking behind the counter.
“Come on, then, I’ll show you the waste of space that is my son.”
“Wait, Despina,” Ina said, “none of us can cast light magic, how are we supposed to help her son?”
“Oh, I wasn’t being cute when I said she tied his balls in a knot,” the dwarf said and led them through the door. “I don’t know how but she took his sack, wound it around her finger and stuffed his eggs through the loop. So just untie it, I guess?” Opening another door, she pointed at a young man lying on a bed, moaning in pain. His legs were spread and immediately, they could see a red and purple nutsack glow between his legs, swollen to the size of a fist. “Like I said, tied in a knot. Honestly, if it wasn’t my own son whimpering about his balls dying, I’d be impressed.”
“Oh Goddess,” Jim said and slapped a hand in front of his mouth.
“Amazing,” Despina whispered, struggling to catch her breath. Slowly, she put one foot in front of the other, shivering in anticipation.
“M-mum? What’s going on, who are these people?”
“Yeah, you can see she’s done a number on his balls. They were tiny before, believe me! It’s not just that blood is pooling in his sack, I think.” Walking over, she roughly grabbed her son’s reproductive organs, earning a shrill shriek from him. “Oh, stop whining already! Anyway, see how not just his little nuts have swollen, but there’s swelling around the knot as well?”
Despina watched her point to the bruised skin that formed a loop through which his nuts must’ve been pulled. She let out a small, involuntary moan as she imagined how it must feel to take a pair into her hands and tangle them like that.
“I think that girl managed to tie up his balls so tight, the cords of his nuts are strangling themselves. As in, they’re getting crushed by his own sack and now they’re withering away. See how they’re starting to turn purple? I’ve seen farmers do the same to cattle, I think, just by tieing something around the nut cords. Efficient way to do it, I guess, but there’s no doubt in my mind if I just leave my boy like this, his nuts will wither away and drop off eventually. They’re already starting to feel really cold. Want to give it a try?” she asked and offered the dying sack to Despina.
“M-may I?” At the barkeeper’s nod, she tentatively reached for the nuts. She carefully wrapped her hand around the gonads as if she was unsure if they were real. “O-oh, they’re so cold… they’re definitely n-not healthy. He… he’s being castrated as we speak,” she stuttered out, practically trembling with nervous excitement.
“Where is his stick? Was that also tied into a knot?” Pearl suddenly asked.
Jim gasped. “Pearl, you can’t ask that!”
But the barkeeper waved him off. “It’s alright, lad, it’s a good question. No, it wasn’t. He’s just always had a tiny dick, just like his father. It’s so small, it’s hidden behind his swollen nuts right now, even if he’s probably getting hard looking at you girls.”
“M-mum!” her son protested.
“What? It's true, you have a pencil dick. With a rinky-dink dicklette like that, you better learn to put your tongue to good use, like your father. I’d ride his face for hours, sometimes I went so long and hard on him, I feared he had drowned between my legs. And only when I was satisfied, he’d ask if he could stick his little thing inside me-”
“Mum!”
“-and by that time I was so spent I would just nod and let him rub his stiffy inside me for the few seconds it took him to spurt, not that I was actually able to feel his little thing. That's how I got pregnant with you, actually!”
“MUM STOP TELLI- HURGH!” He was suddenly and violently interrupted by Despina’s fist crashing into his swollen balls. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and he seemed to freeze, overwhelmed by the sudden assault on his nuts. That only lasted until Despina punched his testicles again, doing her best to deflate the puffy ovals. He was shaking and crying and trying to pry her hands off of his balls after that.
“What’s this then? You’re untying him by punching his nards?” his mother asked.
“Oh, just seeing if I can loosen the knot a bit,” the redhead answered, shooing the boy’s hands away from his crotch. Just to be sure that she didn’t lose access to his nuts, her fingers formed a ring around them. “No need to worry, I might have to do this for quite some time until I pop them. It. Pop open the knot. Yeah.”
“No, don’t let he- Hooooh!” A thumb pressing deeply into his right testicle stopped the boy from saying anything unnecessary.
“Despina?” Ina asked, “You know I can just telep-”
“HEY! How about you go look after that girl she mentioned, the one who twisted this pair of nuts? She sounds like she might need some help, how about it, Ina?” Despina hurriedly said.
“Oh, you’re right! I hope she’s alright…” Ina said and grabbed Jim and Pearl by the hand. “Come on, let’s go have a look.”
While being dragged away, Pearl stared at the endangered bollocks and said with a hint of excitement in her voice, “It’s like a tavern puzzle but with boy bits…”
“Pfehehe…” Despina’s eyes and those of the boy whose nuts she was holding met. She could see the fear in them. “Let’s get cracking, why don’t we?”
“Nooo!”
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“Man, she looks miserable,” Jim said and pointed towards the pile of gloom sitting in the far corner, head sunk onto a plate of soggy bread. She definitely was female, that much was evident from the massive, pillowy breasts she had propped up on the table. [Tousled brown hair stuck out of her head every which way and small sobs shook her body occasionally.](https://imgur.com/a/nk0nsh6)
“Oh my, she’s a mess. Be gentle when you talk to her, alright? She looks like she’s had a rough go of it.”
“What? Why me? You go talk to her!”
Ina crossed her arms in exaggerated denial. “Nuh-uh, no way. I’ve had to kick enough drunks out back in the Faerie’s inn. I’m not doing it in someone else’s tavern. Also, I think there’s a wash basin over there, I want to at least wash my face.”
Jim sighed. “Fine…” He approached slowly and cleared his throat, but the depressed girl didn’t react. He tried again, coughing slightly but she still didn’t move or speak. “Uhm, hello there, I was wonde-”
Her hand shot out like a snake and dove into his pants, grabbing the top of his nutsack.
Before her head had even lifted off her plate, she was pulling Jim down by his nuts, forcing him into the splits to avoid having his balls ripped off. For a short, curious moment he thought, *Wow, this girl is so strong!* Then the pain hit and scrambled his thoughts, while the girl’s hand scrambled his eggs.
“Ah tol’ yuh! Dazzit, ahm gunna tie yur bag inna pretzel!”
Her other hand grabbed the base of his testicles with an iron grip, pulling down further while she slid her other hand up his stretched scrotum. Squishing them tightly, she looped his nuts back around and violently wound them around his sack twice. A tiny loop remained and she tried to stuff his nuts through it.
Meanwhile, Jim was screaming his head off, entirely unable to stop her braiding his manhood into a neat, fleshy bow.
His testicles refused to pop through the hole as it was much too tiny for his bloated nuts, so the girl lined up the first gonad, his severely weakened left testicle, and placed her thumb atop of it. Her thumb sank deep into the nutmeat, almost skewering the testicle lengthwise. It looked like she was hollowing it out.
With the groaning of a squished testicle, it slowly sank deeper and deeper until it finally popped through the loop. She lined up his bigger, right nut next, but in her drunken stupor she flipped it sideways so that it was even less likely to fit.
Her thumb drilled into his nut and the fragile ball deformed under the pressure, bending into a ‘U’-shape as the top and bottom of it bubbled up the sides of her torturous digit. Despite the tiny hole, despite the fat nut not being oriented correctly, she simply kept pushing, the pressure on Jim’s right testicle increasing every second.
He had to stop screaming at some point, turning green around the gills and forced to keep his mouth shut to not lose his lunch from the testicular agony this girl worked from his nuts. When the pressure on his right ball finally relieved, he wasn’t sure if she had ruptured the testicle or if she had been successful. The nauseating pain was great enough for either possibility.
Her hand closed around the bottom of his sack once more. She gave it a powerful yank and since he was already on the floor, that meant she was pulling his nuts upwards towards her. His ass lifted off the floor, pulled by his balls and it felt as if they had been in his throat and were now violently stretched the other way. The cords of his nuts creaked and groaned like old wood as they were stretched, the knot they were in pulling tight.
Only then did the girl look up at the work she had made of his manhood. Her eyes shifted, unfocused, and they were bloodshot from either tears or alcohol. A shame, considering how big and kind they looked.
Her auburn bangs were frazzled, obscuring her vision a bit and so it took her a moment to focus on the boy lying in front of her, desperately trying not to puke his nuts out.
“J-J-Jim?!” Philine blubbered out and started to cry again.
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“Guh, they are so tight against his body…”
“That’s because they’re so small! His sack was never meant to stretch so far. Maybe if you just jabbed them with your fingers instead of punching them, they would pop through!”
“No, no, that wouldn’t be enough force, I need to keep hitting as much of his nuts as possible, like this!”
“MY BALLS!”
The soft bubbles of manmeat buckling and distorting under Despina’s knuckles felt heavenly. There was, of course, no way her thrashing the nuts would somehow lead to them disentangling, but the boy’s mother was willing to let her try and that was all that mattered. The princess was determined to take the woman’s good will as far as she would let her. Come to think of it, if she actually *was* trying to untie his nuts, she would probably have to-
Her breath hitched. Could she- No, there was no way. But what if…
“Y-you know,” Despina said, her pupils dilated from nervous excitement, “the most sure-fire way to help your son would probably be to…”
“… Yes?”
“… to crack… I mean to b-burst your sons…”
“Speak your mind, girl!”
“I want to pop one of his balls! I-I mean, need to. I need to pop a nut to help him! Just a bit.”
“WHAT?!” the boy screamed but his mother and the strange redhead that had done nothing but hurt his balls ignored him.
“And how does one pop a nut ‘just a bit’, hmm?”
“W-well, if I hit it hard enough to tear it open, it would have enough give to fit through the hole, maybe there would still be some parts of his nut left after that could be stitched back together?”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” he yelled, trying to pull his swollen balls away from the two women, but a quick slap to the bottom of his sack from his own mother sent a jolt of debilitating pain through him.
“Don’t kid yourself, girl. Rupturing a testicle ‘just a bit’ is a fairytale we tell our sons so they don’t cry all night when they get kicked in the balls hard enough that the priestesses have to see whether they’re still boys at all.” She turned to her son with a loving gaze and jokingly backhanded his nuts again. “Remember, dear, when that neighbour girl held you up and kneed you in the plums three times in a row? You were crying all night and I really thought back then I’d have to raise you as a girl from then on.”
He yowled in pain. “Well, nostalgia aside, you either crunch a ball entirely or not at all.”
“But… are you alright with that?” Despina asked carefully.
“Oh, you mean because we’re dwarves and he would be exiled with a missing nut?” Despina nodded. “I didn’t take a human to be so considerate. Don’t worry, it’s fine, sometimes you have to break an egg to make an omelette. It’s one of the reasons I moved here, actually. My late husband, I really liked him, but I accidentally popped one of his nuts when he fought for the right to take my hand in marriage. I say accidentally, I knew it might happen, that I might castrate him on the spot, but I really wanted to see if he could take my hardest kick. And you know what? He did! Didn’t faint, he even managed to get up off the ground again after I ruptured his left testicle. That’s when I knew I loved him. So I followed him here into exile. I love my clan but I’m not so traditional that I can’t love a half-nutted man. And the same goes for my son.” Despina had begun breathing hard again, drooling at the woman’s account of her marriage. “Better to lose a nut now than both of them down the road, right?”
“Yeah… yeah! Thank you so, so much, I swear I won’t disappoint you!” Despina said and had already grabbed the boy’s nuts again.
“Disappoint me?” The dwarf laughed. “Girl, you look like you’re glowing with excitement. Not the first pair of balls you’ve ended, I take it?”
“N-no…”
“Then I don’t have to worry about you not popping my son’s testicle thoroughly, right? He’s already so ashamed to show me his danglers, I can’t imagine how he’d be yowling and complaining if I had to finish the job and crush what you left over. Go ahead, scramble his egg.”
“ MUM PLEASE DON’T, DON’T LET HER DO THIS, PLE-”
“Shh, it’s alright, dear. This nice girl is just going to squish one of your ballsies real quick and then we can fix your sack, alright? Here, I’ll hold onto him so he won’t struggle so much,” she said, the last bit to Despina.
“Great, thank you!”
“Alright, dear, do you want the girl to pop your left or your right egg, hm?”
“Please, PLEASE, don’t let her do it!”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what, just go ahead and pick one. He’s just going to keep going back and forth on which nut to rupture, so just get it over with.”
Despina tried to swallow but her mouth was so dry. This woman was letting her pop one of her son’s balls! She was asking her to do it! “Then… I’ll pop the right one. It’s bigger… the other ball will fit easier through the loop…”
“Wonderful! Did you hear that, dear? She’s going to pop righty. Maybe that means you can start wearing your old pants again, you know, the ones that got a bit too tight? You’ll have more space in them with only your smaller, left nut in your sack,” she said and patted her son’s head. He was begging and crying, but his mother was turning a deaf ear to his pleas. “Go ahead, rupture him or we'll have to listen to this ruckus for even longer.”
“Y-yeah.” She was shaking as she put both hands on the fragile babymakers. For a moment, she considered if she could get away with outright castrating the boy but she found that she couldn’t bring herself to do that. This woman had entrusted her son’s balls to her, trusting that she would only break half of his manhood. She couldn’t betray that trust. But she still wanted more. “Say, do you… do you think your son is seeing someone right now?”
The dwarf laughed. “This namby-pamby boy? No way, I would have heard them fooling around at night. He’s still a virgin, that’s obvious. In fact, I think you’re the first girl to ever touch his sack. Isn’t that right, dear? The only place you’ve stuck your little toy penis is your hand, right?”
“That means I get to rupture this ball,” Despina breathed and gave his right testicle a good squeeze, “before he has even lost his virginity?” The woman’s nod made her moan. “Amazing… then, let’s hope the first girl he confesses to doesn’t break his other nut as well, right?” A surge of heat flashed across Despina’s face.
“Oh, if it happens, it happens. Balls are just so fragile, right? I was prepared that he might lose his balls before ever giving me a grandchild.”
The surge of heat reached Despina’s core and she felt it reach a crescendo in her loins. *Oh Goddess, I can’t come just from talking about castrating her son, I need to make this count!* she thought.
As the dreaded and anticipated point of no return approached her, she jammed both of her thumbs into his larger, right testicle. She knew pressing down on it with both thumbs would make it harder to puncture the nut’s shell, but when it did burst, the pop would be that much more satisfying.
“Hoooh, yeeees!” she screamed and bore down on the ball with all her might. It exploded in her hand, loud enough for both women to hear the *POP!* over the boy’s screams.
Feeling the sudden rupture as the ball disintegrated opened the floodgates of her orgasm and she came hard, throwing her head back in bliss while squeezing the life out of the testicle.
If the barkeeper was shocked or even noticed Despina cumming from violently pulping her son’s ball, she didn’t show it. Instead, she was holding her son’s mouth shut and encouraged Despina. “There you go, girl, that’s how you do it! That’s the proper way to crunch a nut. Make sure you crush every last piece of it, now. We don’t want half a ball jostling around in there.”
“Yes! YES!” Despina screamed, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She raised herself on her tip-toes and when her climax came crashing down, so did she.
“Got it all broken up and destroyed?” the barkeeper asked and when she got no answer, grabbed her son’s nutsack to test the integrity of its contents herself. “Yup, that’s a well-popped ball, well, was a ball. Wasn’t that nice of this girl to crack your nut for you?” Her son didn’t answer her as well. “I guess he’s all tuckered out. Say, why don’t you go ahead to your friends? I’ll be right there, with a half-filled sack, I’m sure I’ll have his dangly bits untied in a few seconds.”
The sweaty and smiling princess just nodded, too out of breath to answer. On shaky legs, she returned to the inn.
What she saw there confused her at first, but also sent another tingle of pleasure through her pussy that almost made her cum a second time. On the floor of the inn sat a girl with massive tits hugging both Ina’s shoulder and a mangled string of flesh stretching from Jim’s groin. She felt herself soak into her panties when she realized she must’ve tied Jim’s balls into a knot as well. Pearl stood behind her, soothing the girl with head pats and looking very composed.
“Al…right… that’s e… nough…” Ina pressed out from under the bear hug she was trapped in. She struggled to free one of her arms, which let her breathe more freely. “I’m sure Jim is very happy to meet you again.” His answer was some more pathetic mewling. “Err, right… but you have to let us get some air first, girl!”
Sniffling, Philine loosened her hug around the two and she looked at the auf. “Ah dew?” she asked, slurring her words.
“Yeah, you better. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Inacea, that’s Despina and I don’t think you know Pearl yet. She’s our guide here. But you, Despina and me, we met that one time in Hôdoburg, remember?” Seeing big, round tears form on Philine’s face again, she thought, *Ah dangit.* “That was so long ago! What happened that you’re now in some nameless village down south?” she asked before the girl could start crying and hugging them again. “Here, sit down, we want to hear your story.”
“F-fine, buh I gotsta drink me sum more liquid cerrage…” Philine grabbed a half-filled mug on the table and emptied it in one big gulp. A shudder ran through her when the alcohol touched her tongue but still she drank.
With a hearty burp, she slammed the mug onto the table in front of Ina.
The auf gave the remaining puddle a subtle sniff and couldn’t keep herself from smiling and frowning at the same time. The smell was instantly familiar to her – the girl must have been drinking gillyflower wine, a sugary, barely alcoholic brew that was often served to children.
“I QUIT – hic! – bein’ a puh- a pallerdine,” the drunk girl proclaimed dramatically and dabbed away a few errant tears with Jim’s balls in her hand.
“Can I try to solve this puzzle?” Pearl said, staring at Jim’s balls. “This one is bigger and it looks really fun to play with.”
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“And here… we are…” Pearl muttered, sweaty and out of breath. The fur on her deer ears was matted and crusty, and she felt much the same.
Behind her, Ina and Despina stumbled out of the forest. The auf looked like an angry mob got bored halfway through tarring and feathering her, leaving her caked in black mud. Despina meanwhile was dressed in rags that left her more exposed than covered and a long but shallow cut ran along the back of her arm.
Lastly, Jim stumbled out from between the trees, hands clasped protectively around his groin. He groaned, sounding like a squeaky wheel in need of grease, and collapsed onto the packed dirt.
“Thank… the Goddess. I NEVER want to make that trip ever again,” Despina said and sank in on herself, resting her hands on her knees. Ina simply fell on her ass.
“Hold up, guys,” she said and wiped the sweat off her brow, “we don’t know if this is the village. Remember when we thought we found it three days ago?”
“Mm,” Pearl affirmed. She spotted an old man on a stone bench, smoking a pipe and watching them. “You, old timer, what village is this?”
“Can’t tell ya,” he said. A salt and pepper tail swished through the air behind him and he took a long drag from his pipe.
“Listen, geezer, I’ve spent the last two weeks trudging through inhospitable jungle, fighting against man-eating plants, monkeys that steal underwear and myriads of monsters that were either looking to rip the balls off of my friend or shove their own nuts down my throat. So I suggest you tell us the name of this Goddess-forsaken hellhole, or I swear to Norea and all the demons in hell, I will kick your testicles up into your throat, reach in and tie them to your nose while you get to watch!” Ina yelled at him from the ground, pointing accusingly.
The old man paled and coughed as he inhaled too much of his leaf. “I literally can’t, this place doesn’t have a name! We never needed one,” he answered, hacking and coughing.
Ina looked like she was ready to make true on her threat, but Pearl held a hand out and stopped her. “This is it. This is the village.”
“Are you sure? Hey, is this the village where Tarja the blacksmith liv- HEY, STAY HERE, YOU OLD COOT!” Ina shouted. The old man shuffled quickly into his house, locking the door behind him before his nuts could meet an unfortunate end.
Groaning, Jim looked around. The ground had been getting more and more rocky over the last few days but here in this little village, he appreciated how close the mountains were now for the first time. [The snow-topped peaks were an imposing, rugged backdrop against which the little houses barely stood out.](https://imgur.com/a/4aph1YR) They were built by lots and lots of layers of thin stone slates piled on top of each other. Even the roof was formed by broad slabs of what he assumed to be granite.
Curious faces peeked out of windows and cracked doors, but the villagers were clearly wary after Ina’s outburst. Jim stood up straight, the ache in his nuts making the nausea he felt flare up. He slowly approached a young dwarven woman leaning against the door frame, watching them closely. He tried to ignore his tender balls and put on a winning smile.
“Hey there, we’re travellers and I was wondering if- OOF!” Before he could finish his sentence, she rammed her knee up in between his legs, smashing his balls against her kneecap. His legs and mouth quivered. Slowly, he crossed his legs and grabbed hold of his nuts again. Sinking to the floor, he squeaked out a hurt, “Why…?” before the dirt swallowed his very unmanly sobs.
“He is very good at that,” Pearl noted. When Ina tilted her head in confusion, she added, “at getting girls to hit his weak spot. They all do it. Maybe it’s fun… I think even I want to kick him down there now.”
“Please don’t,” Jim peeped from the ground.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re all being rather rude and unrefined. Is it any wonder these people are scared of us?” Despina asked. “You practically look like you’re going to emasculate the entire village, Ina.”
“I very well might if I don’t get a way to wash off all this mud soon…” she muttered darkly.
“Let’s look for an inn or something,” Despina offered and walked past the crumpled form of Jim.
They found a house that looked to be something between church, inn and halfway house a short distance outside what constituted most of the village. It was an L-shaped building, built from the same thin stone shingles as the others but with a high, stately roof. The building’s short side faced them, glowering at them with a single, round window above its entrance.
Unlike its unwelcoming façade, the inside was well-lit and cosy. A large wooden chandelier hung from the ceiling, coated in myriads of burning candles that melted over each other, flowing and mixing to fuse with the wood. Instead of a reception or bar counter, [the corner opposite the door was dominated by a group of couches and armchairs grouped around a fireplace burning merrily](https://imgur.com/a/WbbD38E), warming an old, threadbare carpet lying in front of it. All over the plastered walls, colourful soapstone figures of animals decorated the walls.
As they walked in, Pearl took a moment to bow towards each wall bearing the figures and muttered a small prayer.
No one seemed to man the counter further in. It was littered with an assortment of empty plates and trays of snacks and, at one end, even offered a large jar of pickled eggs. From an open door behind it, voices could be heard.
“You’re impossible, do you even want me to help? Slag and coke, fine, see how you get out of this if you don’t even let your own family help you!” [A small and very annoyed woman with a purple mohawk and a massive, wobbling chest stepped through the door frame and behind the counter, picking up a rag and starting to polish a glass.](https://imgur.com/a/Bdws5Dn)
She huffed and only then seemed to notice Jim and the others. In a much more neutral tone than Jim feared, she asked, “Yeah? You guys need something to drink?”
“Maybe la-” Despina began before Ina interrupted her with a cheery, “Sure!” Without being asked, she put a few small coins on the counter. The dwarf relaxed visibly at the sight of coin and drew them all a small glass of something that looked like cherry-red beer.
“Thank you,” Despina muttered, and with a side glance at the smiling auf at her side, she asked, “short of domestic bliss, are you? What’s the matter, hubby getting too big for his boots?”
It was a miracle her eyes didn’t roll out of their sockets. “Son, actually. He’s tried to chat up one of my patrons – that girl over there, sleeping with her head in her mug, actually – and she tied his balls in a knot. Now he won’t even let *me* have a look at them. I’m his mother! You’d think I’m the one person he wouldn’t mind seeing those little raisins.”
A smile lit up Despina’s face. “Maybe I can have a look at them? We’re just travellers, passing through, so he shouldn’t be as uptight with us as he is with you.”
“We’re not here to help people with their… with that. Remember, we’re looking for someone?” Jim asked.
“Psh, spoilsport. Alright, dickless over there says I can’t have fun,” the princess said. “Do you know the people around these parts? We’re supposed to be looking for a blacksmith.”
The barkeeper eyed them cautiously. “Maybe I do. Tell you what, if you help my son and find a way to get that girl to finally leave my bar, I’ll tell you what I know.” She nodded towards the sleeping patron. “She hasn’t moved from that spot ever since she sat down a week ago. Only cries and drinks and cries some more. She’s paying but she’s starting to annoy my other patrons. Not to mention, she cracked a bunch of guys in the plums when they tried talking to her.”
“Deal!” Despina eagerly said and was already walking behind the counter.
“Come on, then, I’ll show you the waste of space that is my son.”
“Wait, Despina,” Ina said, “none of us can cast light magic, how are we supposed to help her son?”
“Oh, I wasn’t being cute when I said she tied his balls in a knot,” the dwarf said and led them through the door. “I don’t know how but she took his sack, wound it around her finger and stuffed his eggs through the loop. So just untie it, I guess?” Opening another door, she pointed at a young man lying on a bed, moaning in pain. His legs were spread and immediately, they could see a red and purple nutsack glow between his legs, swollen to the size of a fist. “Like I said, tied in a knot. Honestly, if it wasn’t my own son whimpering about his balls dying, I’d be impressed.”
“Oh Goddess,” Jim said and slapped a hand in front of his mouth.
“Amazing,” Despina whispered, struggling to catch her breath. Slowly, she put one foot in front of the other, shivering in anticipation.
“M-mum? What’s going on, who are these people?”
“Yeah, you can see she’s done a number on his balls. They were tiny before, believe me! It’s not just that blood is pooling in his sack, I think.” Walking over, she roughly grabbed her son’s reproductive organs, earning a shrill shriek from him. “Oh, stop whining already! Anyway, see how not just his little nuts have swollen, but there’s swelling around the knot as well?”
Despina watched her point to the bruised skin that formed a loop through which his nuts must’ve been pulled. She let out a small, involuntary moan as she imagined how it must feel to take a pair into her hands and tangle them like that.
“I think that girl managed to tie up his balls so tight, the cords of his nuts are strangling themselves. As in, they’re getting crushed by his own sack and now they’re withering away. See how they’re starting to turn purple? I’ve seen farmers do the same to cattle, I think, just by tieing something around the nut cords. Efficient way to do it, I guess, but there’s no doubt in my mind if I just leave my boy like this, his nuts will wither away and drop off eventually. They’re already starting to feel really cold. Want to give it a try?” she asked and offered the dying sack to Despina.
“M-may I?” At the barkeeper’s nod, she tentatively reached for the nuts. She carefully wrapped her hand around the gonads as if she was unsure if they were real. “O-oh, they’re so cold… they’re definitely n-not healthy. He… he’s being castrated as we speak,” she stuttered out, practically trembling with nervous excitement.
“Where is his stick? Was that also tied into a knot?” Pearl suddenly asked.
Jim gasped. “Pearl, you can’t ask that!”
But the barkeeper waved him off. “It’s alright, lad, it’s a good question. No, it wasn’t. He’s just always had a tiny dick, just like his father. It’s so small, it’s hidden behind his swollen nuts right now, even if he’s probably getting hard looking at you girls.”
“M-mum!” her son protested.
“What? It's true, you have a pencil dick. With a rinky-dink dicklette like that, you better learn to put your tongue to good use, like your father. I’d ride his face for hours, sometimes I went so long and hard on him, I feared he had drowned between my legs. And only when I was satisfied, he’d ask if he could stick his little thing inside me-”
“Mum!”
“-and by that time I was so spent I would just nod and let him rub his stiffy inside me for the few seconds it took him to spurt, not that I was actually able to feel his little thing. That's how I got pregnant with you, actually!”
“MUM STOP TELLI- HURGH!” He was suddenly and violently interrupted by Despina’s fist crashing into his swollen balls. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and he seemed to freeze, overwhelmed by the sudden assault on his nuts. That only lasted until Despina punched his testicles again, doing her best to deflate the puffy ovals. He was shaking and crying and trying to pry her hands off of his balls after that.
“What’s this then? You’re untying him by punching his nards?” his mother asked.
“Oh, just seeing if I can loosen the knot a bit,” the redhead answered, shooing the boy’s hands away from his crotch. Just to be sure that she didn’t lose access to his nuts, her fingers formed a ring around them. “No need to worry, I might have to do this for quite some time until I pop them. It. Pop open the knot. Yeah.”
“No, don’t let he- Hooooh!” A thumb pressing deeply into his right testicle stopped the boy from saying anything unnecessary.
“Despina?” Ina asked, “You know I can just telep-”
“HEY! How about you go look after that girl she mentioned, the one who twisted this pair of nuts? She sounds like she might need some help, how about it, Ina?” Despina hurriedly said.
“Oh, you’re right! I hope she’s alright…” Ina said and grabbed Jim and Pearl by the hand. “Come on, let’s go have a look.”
While being dragged away, Pearl stared at the endangered bollocks and said with a hint of excitement in her voice, “It’s like a tavern puzzle but with boy bits…”
“Pfehehe…” Despina’s eyes and those of the boy whose nuts she was holding met. She could see the fear in them. “Let’s get cracking, why don’t we?”
“Nooo!”
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“Man, she looks miserable,” Jim said and pointed towards the pile of gloom sitting in the far corner, head sunk onto a plate of soggy bread. She definitely was female, that much was evident from the massive, pillowy breasts she had propped up on the table. [Tousled brown hair stuck out of her head every which way and small sobs shook her body occasionally.](https://imgur.com/a/nk0nsh6)
“Oh my, she’s a mess. Be gentle when you talk to her, alright? She looks like she’s had a rough go of it.”
“What? Why me? You go talk to her!”
Ina crossed her arms in exaggerated denial. “Nuh-uh, no way. I’ve had to kick enough drunks out back in the Faerie’s inn. I’m not doing it in someone else’s tavern. Also, I think there’s a wash basin over there, I want to at least wash my face.”
Jim sighed. “Fine…” He approached slowly and cleared his throat, but the depressed girl didn’t react. He tried again, coughing slightly but she still didn’t move or speak. “Uhm, hello there, I was wonde-”
Her hand shot out like a snake and dove into his pants, grabbing the top of his nutsack.
Before her head had even lifted off her plate, she was pulling Jim down by his nuts, forcing him into the splits to avoid having his balls ripped off. For a short, curious moment he thought, *Wow, this girl is so strong!* Then the pain hit and scrambled his thoughts, while the girl’s hand scrambled his eggs.
“Ah tol’ yuh! Dazzit, ahm gunna tie yur bag inna pretzel!”
Her other hand grabbed the base of his testicles with an iron grip, pulling down further while she slid her other hand up his stretched scrotum. Squishing them tightly, she looped his nuts back around and violently wound them around his sack twice. A tiny loop remained and she tried to stuff his nuts through it.
Meanwhile, Jim was screaming his head off, entirely unable to stop her braiding his manhood into a neat, fleshy bow.
His testicles refused to pop through the hole as it was much too tiny for his bloated nuts, so the girl lined up the first gonad, his severely weakened left testicle, and placed her thumb atop of it. Her thumb sank deep into the nutmeat, almost skewering the testicle lengthwise. It looked like she was hollowing it out.
With the groaning of a squished testicle, it slowly sank deeper and deeper until it finally popped through the loop. She lined up his bigger, right nut next, but in her drunken stupor she flipped it sideways so that it was even less likely to fit.
Her thumb drilled into his nut and the fragile ball deformed under the pressure, bending into a ‘U’-shape as the top and bottom of it bubbled up the sides of her torturous digit. Despite the tiny hole, despite the fat nut not being oriented correctly, she simply kept pushing, the pressure on Jim’s right testicle increasing every second.
He had to stop screaming at some point, turning green around the gills and forced to keep his mouth shut to not lose his lunch from the testicular agony this girl worked from his nuts. When the pressure on his right ball finally relieved, he wasn’t sure if she had ruptured the testicle or if she had been successful. The nauseating pain was great enough for either possibility.
Her hand closed around the bottom of his sack once more. She gave it a powerful yank and since he was already on the floor, that meant she was pulling his nuts upwards towards her. His ass lifted off the floor, pulled by his balls and it felt as if they had been in his throat and were now violently stretched the other way. The cords of his nuts creaked and groaned like old wood as they were stretched, the knot they were in pulling tight.
Only then did the girl look up at the work she had made of his manhood. Her eyes shifted, unfocused, and they were bloodshot from either tears or alcohol. A shame, considering how big and kind they looked.
Her auburn bangs were frazzled, obscuring her vision a bit and so it took her a moment to focus on the boy lying in front of her, desperately trying not to puke his nuts out.
“J-J-Jim?!” Philine blubbered out and started to cry again.
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“Guh, they are so tight against his body…”
“That’s because they’re so small! His sack was never meant to stretch so far. Maybe if you just jabbed them with your fingers instead of punching them, they would pop through!”
“No, no, that wouldn’t be enough force, I need to keep hitting as much of his nuts as possible, like this!”
“MY BALLS!”
The soft bubbles of manmeat buckling and distorting under Despina’s knuckles felt heavenly. There was, of course, no way her thrashing the nuts would somehow lead to them disentangling, but the boy’s mother was willing to let her try and that was all that mattered. The princess was determined to take the woman’s good will as far as she would let her. Come to think of it, if she actually *was* trying to untie his nuts, she would probably have to-
Her breath hitched. Could she- No, there was no way. But what if…
“Y-you know,” Despina said, her pupils dilated from nervous excitement, “the most sure-fire way to help your son would probably be to…”
“… Yes?”
“… to crack… I mean to b-burst your sons…”
“Speak your mind, girl!”
“I want to pop one of his balls! I-I mean, need to. I need to pop a nut to help him! Just a bit.”
“WHAT?!” the boy screamed but his mother and the strange redhead that had done nothing but hurt his balls ignored him.
“And how does one pop a nut ‘just a bit’, hmm?”
“W-well, if I hit it hard enough to tear it open, it would have enough give to fit through the hole, maybe there would still be some parts of his nut left after that could be stitched back together?”
“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” he yelled, trying to pull his swollen balls away from the two women, but a quick slap to the bottom of his sack from his own mother sent a jolt of debilitating pain through him.
“Don’t kid yourself, girl. Rupturing a testicle ‘just a bit’ is a fairytale we tell our sons so they don’t cry all night when they get kicked in the balls hard enough that the priestesses have to see whether they’re still boys at all.” She turned to her son with a loving gaze and jokingly backhanded his nuts again. “Remember, dear, when that neighbour girl held you up and kneed you in the plums three times in a row? You were crying all night and I really thought back then I’d have to raise you as a girl from then on.”
He yowled in pain. “Well, nostalgia aside, you either crunch a ball entirely or not at all.”
“But… are you alright with that?” Despina asked carefully.
“Oh, you mean because we’re dwarves and he would be exiled with a missing nut?” Despina nodded. “I didn’t take a human to be so considerate. Don’t worry, it’s fine, sometimes you have to break an egg to make an omelette. It’s one of the reasons I moved here, actually. My late husband, I really liked him, but I accidentally popped one of his nuts when he fought for the right to take my hand in marriage. I say accidentally, I knew it might happen, that I might castrate him on the spot, but I really wanted to see if he could take my hardest kick. And you know what? He did! Didn’t faint, he even managed to get up off the ground again after I ruptured his left testicle. That’s when I knew I loved him. So I followed him here into exile. I love my clan but I’m not so traditional that I can’t love a half-nutted man. And the same goes for my son.” Despina had begun breathing hard again, drooling at the woman’s account of her marriage. “Better to lose a nut now than both of them down the road, right?”
“Yeah… yeah! Thank you so, so much, I swear I won’t disappoint you!” Despina said and had already grabbed the boy’s nuts again.
“Disappoint me?” The dwarf laughed. “Girl, you look like you’re glowing with excitement. Not the first pair of balls you’ve ended, I take it?”
“N-no…”
“Then I don’t have to worry about you not popping my son’s testicle thoroughly, right? He’s already so ashamed to show me his danglers, I can’t imagine how he’d be yowling and complaining if I had to finish the job and crush what you left over. Go ahead, scramble his egg.”
“ MUM PLEASE DON’T, DON’T LET HER DO THIS, PLE-”
“Shh, it’s alright, dear. This nice girl is just going to squish one of your ballsies real quick and then we can fix your sack, alright? Here, I’ll hold onto him so he won’t struggle so much,” she said, the last bit to Despina.
“Great, thank you!”
“Alright, dear, do you want the girl to pop your left or your right egg, hm?”
“Please, PLEASE, don’t let her do it!”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what, just go ahead and pick one. He’s just going to keep going back and forth on which nut to rupture, so just get it over with.”
Despina tried to swallow but her mouth was so dry. This woman was letting her pop one of her son’s balls! She was asking her to do it! “Then… I’ll pop the right one. It’s bigger… the other ball will fit easier through the loop…”
“Wonderful! Did you hear that, dear? She’s going to pop righty. Maybe that means you can start wearing your old pants again, you know, the ones that got a bit too tight? You’ll have more space in them with only your smaller, left nut in your sack,” she said and patted her son’s head. He was begging and crying, but his mother was turning a deaf ear to his pleas. “Go ahead, rupture him or we'll have to listen to this ruckus for even longer.”
“Y-yeah.” She was shaking as she put both hands on the fragile babymakers. For a moment, she considered if she could get away with outright castrating the boy but she found that she couldn’t bring herself to do that. This woman had entrusted her son’s balls to her, trusting that she would only break half of his manhood. She couldn’t betray that trust. But she still wanted more. “Say, do you… do you think your son is seeing someone right now?”
The dwarf laughed. “This namby-pamby boy? No way, I would have heard them fooling around at night. He’s still a virgin, that’s obvious. In fact, I think you’re the first girl to ever touch his sack. Isn’t that right, dear? The only place you’ve stuck your little toy penis is your hand, right?”
“That means I get to rupture this ball,” Despina breathed and gave his right testicle a good squeeze, “before he has even lost his virginity?” The woman’s nod made her moan. “Amazing… then, let’s hope the first girl he confesses to doesn’t break his other nut as well, right?” A surge of heat flashed across Despina’s face.
“Oh, if it happens, it happens. Balls are just so fragile, right? I was prepared that he might lose his balls before ever giving me a grandchild.”
The surge of heat reached Despina’s core and she felt it reach a crescendo in her loins. *Oh Goddess, I can’t come just from talking about castrating her son, I need to make this count!* she thought.
As the dreaded and anticipated point of no return approached her, she jammed both of her thumbs into his larger, right testicle. She knew pressing down on it with both thumbs would make it harder to puncture the nut’s shell, but when it did burst, the pop would be that much more satisfying.
“Hoooh, yeeees!” she screamed and bore down on the ball with all her might. It exploded in her hand, loud enough for both women to hear the *POP!* over the boy’s screams.
Feeling the sudden rupture as the ball disintegrated opened the floodgates of her orgasm and she came hard, throwing her head back in bliss while squeezing the life out of the testicle.
If the barkeeper was shocked or even noticed Despina cumming from violently pulping her son’s ball, she didn’t show it. Instead, she was holding her son’s mouth shut and encouraged Despina. “There you go, girl, that’s how you do it! That’s the proper way to crunch a nut. Make sure you crush every last piece of it, now. We don’t want half a ball jostling around in there.”
“Yes! YES!” Despina screamed, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She raised herself on her tip-toes and when her climax came crashing down, so did she.
“Got it all broken up and destroyed?” the barkeeper asked and when she got no answer, grabbed her son’s nutsack to test the integrity of its contents herself. “Yup, that’s a well-popped ball, well, was a ball. Wasn’t that nice of this girl to crack your nut for you?” Her son didn’t answer her as well. “I guess he’s all tuckered out. Say, why don’t you go ahead to your friends? I’ll be right there, with a half-filled sack, I’m sure I’ll have his dangly bits untied in a few seconds.”
The sweaty and smiling princess just nodded, too out of breath to answer. On shaky legs, she returned to the inn.
What she saw there confused her at first, but also sent another tingle of pleasure through her pussy that almost made her cum a second time. On the floor of the inn sat a girl with massive tits hugging both Ina’s shoulder and a mangled string of flesh stretching from Jim’s groin. She felt herself soak into her panties when she realized she must’ve tied Jim’s balls into a knot as well. Pearl stood behind her, soothing the girl with head pats and looking very composed.
“Al…right… that’s e… nough…” Ina pressed out from under the bear hug she was trapped in. She struggled to free one of her arms, which let her breathe more freely. “I’m sure Jim is very happy to meet you again.” His answer was some more pathetic mewling. “Err, right… but you have to let us get some air first, girl!”
Sniffling, Philine loosened her hug around the two and she looked at the auf. “Ah dew?” she asked, slurring her words.
“Yeah, you better. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Inacea, that’s Despina and I don’t think you know Pearl yet. She’s our guide here. But you, Despina and me, we met that one time in Hôdoburg, remember?” Seeing big, round tears form on Philine’s face again, she thought, *Ah dangit.* “That was so long ago! What happened that you’re now in some nameless village down south?” she asked before the girl could start crying and hugging them again. “Here, sit down, we want to hear your story.”
“F-fine, buh I gotsta drink me sum more liquid cerrage…” Philine grabbed a half-filled mug on the table and emptied it in one big gulp. A shudder ran through her when the alcohol touched her tongue but still she drank.
With a hearty burp, she slammed the mug onto the table in front of Ina.
The auf gave the remaining puddle a subtle sniff and couldn’t keep herself from smiling and frowning at the same time. The smell was instantly familiar to her – the girl must have been drinking gillyflower wine, a sugary, barely alcoholic brew that was often served to children.
“I QUIT – hic! – bein’ a puh- a pallerdine,” the drunk girl proclaimed dramatically and dabbed away a few errant tears with Jim’s balls in her hand.
“Can I try to solve this puzzle?” Pearl said, staring at Jim’s balls. “This one is bigger and it looks really fun to play with.”
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*That’s probably the closest I’ll come to family content in this story.*
*Got a bit carried away writing the scene with Tarja’s son. Didn’t plan to end this chapter here… but oh well, more about Philine next chapter.*
