Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 62
Chapter 62 – content: >!lesbian; lots and lots of ruptures, see end note for hint on safe parts!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Where are the fucking… my gloves! WHERE ARE THEY!”
“Here they are, miss Despina!” Philine answered brightly and handed her a pair of purple opera gloves. The satin shone luxuriously in the light of the sconces. “It’s fine, miss Despina. You’re gonna do great in there, I know it.”
“But we still need to check the restraints, and it can’t be too warm or too cold, and it’s *very* important that we check how it sounds in there – you don’t know how loud boys can get, if it echoes too much I won’t-”
“It’s fine, seriously! Here, give me your hands.”
“It’s just, it’s my big day and I want it to be perfect! I don’t want to mess this up and regret it for the rest of my life!”
“Quiet! Now, copy me. Breathe iiiin… and ouuuut. Iiiin… Ouuut. Good! Keep going, deep, slow breaths.” The princess did as instructed. “Look into my eyes. It’s all going to go just great. I checked everything twice already. It’s going to go exactly like you dreamt it would, alright?”
“But, what if I miss one?” Despina asked.
“You won’t. No one is better at making a boy’s milkbag hurt than you. And even if you do, you just go back in and finish it.”
Despina nodded. The breathing exercises helped return some colour to her face. “Yeah… you’re right. I think I’m better. Should I… should I start?”
Philine smiled. “Do you want to?”
The princess returned the smile. “I’ve wanted nothing so much before in my life.”
“Then go in there and empty that baby basket!”
At that, Despina cracked up. “Pffthahaha… Thank you, Philine. I mean it. I’m sad that Ina isn't here for this moment, but I’m glad I have you.” The girls hugged, then Despina opened the heavy door and stepped into purification room.
Unlike the dungeon-like appearance of the rest of the basement, the purification room was surprisingly pleasant. A lot of thick, fluffy carpets covered the floor. In the back, someone had lit a comely fireplace. [On her right, comfy looking sofas and armchairs were arranged in a half circle, facing the slab of granite in the centre of the room.](https://imgur.com/a/oSOlo0B) Upon it, Jim was bound, blindfolded and gagged and entirely naked.
The sight of his nutsack just dangling out in the open, so wonderfully large and vulnerable, sent a jolt through Despina’s loins. With measured steps, she walked towards the bound boy, who was here for only one thing: to have his manhood broken by the princess. In contrast to the faint whisper of her footsteps, her breath came fitfully. She was shivering, not from cold but from fevered anticipation.
The redhead reached her friend and looked him over. He wasn’t aware of her yet, frowning in slight confusion, or maybe it was fear. His engorged sack glistened, rubbed and massaged with fragrant oils. Despina closed her eyes for a moment, just inhaling the heady mix of floral notes and Jim’s own natural musk. *It’s enough to make me water at the mouth and at the lips.* She grinned at her little joke and opened her eyes again, eager to study his nuts some more. They were lying on a slight protrusion from the stone slab, lifted just a bit higher than they would lie naturally. The beauty of it took her breath away. *The raised bit must be for the boys with tiny raisin nuts*, she thought.
Above the stone slab, a pair of sturdy ropes dangled, ending in a loop more than a metre above the slab. *They’re too high to sling around a boy’s pair, so what are they for?* she wondered.
She lifted a hand and placed it gently atop the mountain of testicles. He gasped and jerked back instinctively, but the restraints held. *Goddess, they’re so hot and soft…* Despina started to speak, but her mouth had become so dry… She cleared her throat.
“Hello, Jim. Looks like the time has finally come.” Despina laughed nervously, then grabbed one of the many oval shapes dwelling inside his sack and pinched it between two fingers. She didn’t pinch hard, just hard enough to make him feel it. “This won’t do. I’ll take these off for you.” With her other hand, she reached for the piece of cloth and pulled it away, then did the same for his gag.
He blinked a few times, then hoarsely said, “Thank you, Despina. They said it was for my own good, but I wasn’t very comfortable not knowing what you were doi-” He lapsed into silence, staring at the ceiling.
Despina followed his gaze and for the first time, she noticed the fresco on the ceiling. It showed a woman, painted in breathtaking, naked glory. Her facial features were only hinted at by slight shadows, but her shapely body was painted in intricate detail. Wide, fertile hips and a heavy chest with pink, delicate nipples gave her a pleasing, full-figured shape, but they were contrasted by her narrow, sylphlike waist. She was perfect, more so than any real woman could ever hope to be, and maybe that was why Jim stared so intently. Despina, on the other hand, was captivated by another part of the fresco.
The figure held her arms wide in a gesture that seemed welcoming, but instead of offering the viewer to embrace her, her hands were locked tightly around the manhoods of two male figures next to her. They were leaning back, sticking out their groins towards the woman who was seizing the fruits of their loins with an assured aura. Comfortable in the knowledge that this was the way it was supposed to be.
The princess gasped slightly, involuntarily pinching the ball she was holding tighter. The sight stoked the fire in her loins as she realized how similar their positions were. This was natural, this was how it was meant to be. It was a powerful affirmation of her own desires. Despina felt the heat in her loins grow exponentially. Her rosy flower plumped up in eager anticipation.
“Let’s start, yeah?” she asked giddily and let go of his nut. She put on the satin gloves while smiling to herself.
“I guess… but you remember what we discussed, right?” he asked and Despina just hummed. “I’m serious, Despina! I know I can’t fight or do, well, anything like this, but I don’t want to end up… not a man. You’re going to leave two of my balls alone, right?” His nervousness made his voice crack.
“Yeah, yeah…” Having put on the gloves, she quickly readjusted the gag over his mouth but left the blindfold alone. “There, no more distractions, alright? This isn’t about you after all. You can’t keep yammering when I want to enjoy myself. Now… where to start?” The redhead giggled to herself. “I guess we both know where to start,” she said and grabbed one of his nuts in another squeeze, this one hard and painful, “so I guess what I mean is *how* to start.”
She probed the nut in her hand, watching it deform as the satin pressed down on it. Despina rolled her fingers over the testicle as Jim groaned, enjoying the feeling of squeezing the spongy ball with different parts of her hand. “They told me to wear these gloves and I asked them why, of course. They have a surprisingly practical reason, you know. When you squeeze these wonderful pathetic orbs you have dangling between your legs, or punch them over and over again, boys tend to sweat like they’ve just run a marathon. So the nuns wear these gloves to make sure their grip doesn’t slip off the nut. Isn’t that interesting? So many things you can make a boy do, just by doing this!”
All of a sudden, she shut her hand tightly, squeezing the testicle with every ounce of strength she had. She felt it contort in her palm, crushed flat by her strength – but it didn’t pop. Jim groaned and thrashed as the nut pain assaulted his brain. Then, as suddenly as Despina had started, she stopped.
“But there’s a second reason they wear them. That one they didn’t tell me, but I could figure it out from how excited the nuns were about these gloves. They feel *really* good.”
Jim heard cloth rustle and for the first time looked at something other than Despina’s face or his balls. The princess had only been wearing thin lace panties. Panties that were now lying on the floor. His gaze wandered higher. A little tuft of fire-red hair was there, and below it a delicate pink pussy, puffy and dripping. Now that the princess was commando, steady little drips rang out in the room before they were stopped when she dipped her finger between her legs, caressing her folds. The redhead moaned quietly. Her other hand started squeezing again, this time pinning the nut between her fingers and her thumb.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” she breathed. “How I can – mhmm – cause you excruciating pain with one hand while pleasuring myself with the other?” The hand between her legs started rubbing her pussy more roughly, mashing the sensitive petals of her flower in circles. “How the strength of a little girl is enough to end you as a man? I don’t need knives or hammers, I don’t need to kick-” she paused, gasping for air, “kick you in the balls. Just my little hand is enough. Squeeze a bit and *pop*! You’re not a man any more.”
Her fingers dug deep into the testicle, squishing it down flat into an agonizing disk. The feeling of his nutmeat compressing, a boy’s most intimate part trying to keep itself together when she was demanding it give in was euphoric. And the simple thought that no matter how it struggled, how it fought to stay whole, she would ramp up the pressure until it burst, until it was destroyed beyond repair overpowered all her other senses. Suddenly, her other hand was on his gag again, dripping her juices onto his face. She unlatched the gag, freeing him to scream out from the constant, nauseating nut pain.
But she ignored his screams, instead shouting urgently at him. “Beg me! Beg me to unman you, to pop your fucking nut!” Dazed by pain and the suddenness of her order, Jim only groaned through clenched teeth. “Do it! I know exactly how hard I need to squeeze to crush this testicle, but I won’t do it if you don’t beg! I’ll keep squeezing you and the pain in your nuts will never stop!”
He stared at her wild-eyed. He could barely think over the pain, so maybe his scrambled eggs scrambled his brains, but in that moment, he didn't see his friend, the girl he had travelled so far with, but a queen who would not be denied. “Please… D-Despina…” he grunted out from behind his teeth. He closed his eyes. “Please… pop it…”
Her breath quickened. “Pop what? Be specific. I- I need to hear it.”
“M-my… ball! Please pop my ball!” he yelled.
“Yes! Again!” she commanded.
“Please, Despina, crush this nut! Break my testicle!”
“YES! YES I WILL!”
“Squeeze it so hard it can never be put back together!”
“I’M GOING TO BURST YOUR BALLS! THEY WILL BE NOTHING BUT MUSH!” Her shouting raised in pitch as her climax was approaching, as well as the end of the testicle in her hand. But she wasn’t satisfied yet. “WATCH IT POP! OPEN YOUR EYES AND WATCH!”
How could he disobey her? She had him by the balls after all.
*Crrrack-POP*
He opened his eyes the exact moment the walls of his testicle collapsed. Where a split second before a whole gonad used to be, there was now only Despina’s small hand, clenched tightly.
She felt his plum burst against her palm, but what sent her over the edge wasn’t the wet crackle - it was the fear in his eyes. The expression on his face when he realized that a girl had just shattered his testicle, irrevocably destroying it.
They both screamed, the man in agony and terror of the first complete testicular rupture of his life, the woman in orgasmic pleasure of the rupture she had caused.
Racked by the most intense orgasm of her life, the princess’s needy cunt spasmed and squirted, moisture pooling on the ground between her legs.
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“I’ve never seen her like that. It’s almost a bit scary,” Tamara said.
“Seen her like what?” Philine asked her.
“So nervous. If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost like my sister is… in love, but that’s impossible.”
Philine tilted her head in confusion, a strand of hair falling over her eyes. The tell-tale cry of a man getting the contents of his sack rearranged came from beyond the door. “Why would that be impossible? Miss Despina can love someone if she wants to.”
The blonde had taken off her veil and shook out her head. She snorted. “But not a man, silly girl. As long as I can think, I’ve been telling her how disgusting and pathetic men are – and she agrees! Whenever we could hear Cecilia riding another stableboy’s dick in her room, we talked about how disgusting having sex with a man is, how we would never let a boy spurt his slime inside our pretty flowers.”
“Maybe mister Jim is different?”
“Oh please, he’s not even one tenth the man my brother is. Aside from the ridiculous cock, I mean. That thing’s liable to poke someone’s eye out. No, that’s not it, it’s more like, I always hoped she would see the light, that only women can properly love women, but I think she’s taken that lesson to mean love is equivalent to destroying a manhood. That’s the best way I can put it. And the manhood behind these doors, that’s, like, the most manhood you can fit on a guy.”
“I heard that it used to be even bigger, before mister Jim had to wear a moonsilver cage,” Philine informed her.
“Ugh, disgusting…” Tamara leaned against the thick stone walls of the abbey basement, next to Philine. She gently started rubbing Philine’s shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course!” Another loud cry managed to penetrate the door, this one higher and laced with pleasure.
The second princess’s hand wandered lower, to the small of Philine’s back. “My sister told me what happened to the dangler she’s about to castrate, what Bruna made him.”
“Hmm, that feels nice… uh, uhm, sorry, I don’t know much about these things.”
Tamara leaned over her, one hand starting to massage the girl’s full chest. “That’s alright, you don’t need to…”
“M-miss Tamara?!”
“Shh, just close your eyes and relax, alright?” When Philine pulled away from her, Tamara’s hand at her back pushed her right back against the nun. The hand cupping the girl’s tits grew more insistent. “He’s the harbinger, the guy on whose balls the queen’s reign hinges.”
“Al… alright?! Ooh, that feels really… ah…”
“And it just so happens that my little sister is currently breaking the very same balls…” Tamara’s hand glided down Philine’s stomach, stopping only for a moment while she played with the edge of her pants.
“Ye-yeah…” Philine grabbed the hem of Tamara’s robe between two fingers, ever so slightly pulling the nun’s arm further down.
She smiled, having received the invitation she was seeking. Her fingers sank into Philine’s breeches, brushing gently along the top of her sex. “As an abbey, we keep close track of whose balls we pop, you know… then we report to the head of the diocese all the names of the castrated boys. You know what that means, right?”
“That t-tickles on my coochie,” Philine only moaned in response. She closed her eyes and spread her legs ever so slightly to allow Tamara to more easily access her.
“The next time we report who was popped here, Jim’s name will be on that list…” Her fingers drew circles around the girl’s rapidly dampening hole, drawing a gasp from her. “It won’t take long for Bruna to find out that her harbinger has been de-sacked. But not just her, all the nobles of the realm will hear it as well.” Tamara plunged a finger into Philine’s cunt. The girl’s buttons were laughably easy to push. She watched Philine’s mouth open and a bit of droll roll down her chin when Tamara’s finger brushed along that sensitive spot just past her entrance. If she wanted, she could have the curvy girl screaming her name within a minute. With a smile, she withdrew her hand and licked her fingers as she looked into the girl’s disappointed eyes.
“Ah…! Uhm, and then? What happens then?” Philine asked pleadingly.
Tamara sank to her knees in front of the former paladin and yanked down her pants. “And then, my dear, Bruna will be overthrown.” Delight plastered on her face, Tamara eagerly pressed her mouth onto Philine’s lips, her tongue gleefully exploring the girl’s cunt.
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Despina held tight against the ropes, staring down at the tortured boy beneath her feet. The strap of her bralette must have slipped from her shoulder at some point, her left tit exposed to the air. But the princess didn’t care. All of her focus was on the spongy testicles welling up between her toes as she crushed the two balls underneath her feet. One of her hands found its way back to her engorged pussy, lewd wet shlicks produced by the movement of her fingers.
“You feel it too, don’t you? How natural this is?” Her eyes stared wildly at him, her smile a toothy grimace as she fingered herself to the fact that just standing caused him such intimate pain that he screamed against his gag, spittle bubbling up from its sides. “Your big, swollen balls getting flattened under my feet while I play with my smooth little pussy? Goddess, I can’t even begin to imagine how painful getting those fleshy bubbles busted must be.” She leaned forward, standing on her tip-toes so that all of her weight rested on his balls. “How about it? How painful is it, more than when I squeezed one of your balls or le- Whoa!”
She shifted to one side, her whole body falling a few centimetres while fresh cries of pain rang out from his throat. “What just…?” She lifted her left foot, staring at the lumpy shape her toes left behind. A shape that didn’t resemble a ball any more. “No way! Did that nut just burst from me standing on it! That’s amazing!” She threw her head back and laughed, indifferent to Jim’s fresh agony. Suddenly, her head snapped back with a scowl on her face. “How dare you let your testicle pop before I was ready!” She lifted her foot, holding it menacingly over the crushed ball. “Take THIS!” The princess stomped down hard, crushing what solid bits remained of the burst testicle, then twisted her foot sideways. “You ONLY pop when I TELL you to!” She warned him, her order interspersed by more stomps. At first, his bruised and sweaty sack stuck to her foot, getting lifted slightly when she raised the limb before it came crashing down again. But the more she trampled his balls, the more she broke the nut down and turned it from solid to liquid, the more his sack remained on the stone slab. Bit by bit, she worked the mushy remains of the testicle into the grooves of the slab.
He had long become delirious from the pain, but unfortunately for Jim, he didn’t pass out. All that he saw, heard, or felt was the bundle of hellish pain between his legs. Which also meant he didn’t notice when Despina slipped on his sweaty ballbag, falling ass first onto his bloated scrotum. To him, she had only delivered even more pain to his abused gonads while white spots danced in his peripheral vision.
Despina, on the other hand, felt not just her butt impact his pillowy nutsack but also her puffed up labia slip and slide wetly along the length of Jim’s cock. A pleasurable shiver ran down her back as her nub mashed against his cock that bravely tried to not shrivel up.
The heat and pressure on her clit made stars explode in her vision. She steadied herself by grasping a random handful of manmeat. She blinked the stars out of her eyes. “Hooo, that was… unexpected. Goodness, that almost made me climax again… Was that your doing? Did you hope I would go easy on your balls if you made me cum enough? That you would get a quick, painless sack slimming? Well, tough luck, mister!” she said and clenched her hand tightly. “Wait, why does this nut feel so strange?”
She palpated the unround gonad, rolling it around between her fingers. A goofy smile split her face. “This is the ball Philine cracked, isn’t it? When she kneed you? She split that nut right down the middle, that’s so wonderful…” Despina revelled in the feeling of her fingers sinking deep into the core of the testicle. “Oh, let’s not tell her she didn’t pop it entirely, yeah? If anyone asks, she completely demolished it.” A faint female cry of pleasure rang through the heavy doors of the purification room but the sound was lost among Jim’s grunts and groans. “Gosh, no wonder you weren’t rolling around on the floor, she cleaved it in two so cleanly! The magical testicle duplication,” the princess giggled. “Well, you asked me to get rid of those pesky balls for you, so here we go!”
She leaned back and put both hands on the testicle, one hand grasping a side of the halved nut. With pulsing squeezes, Despina started breaking the nut down, finally putting it out of its miserable state of almost-castration. As she did, without even noticing it, the princess rocked back and forth, sliding along the length of his cock.
“Hooh yes, let’s squish this ball down nice and flat, alright? Yeah…” Both her squeezing and her humping grew more insistent by the second. With the testicle so intimately compromised, it didn’t take long for the genital-savvy princess to destroy it entirely. With a comparatively disappointing little *squick*, both halves of the ball collapsed in her hands. The feeling kicked loose a storm of pleasure in her core that quickly overtook all of her.
“Oh Goddess, yes, I’m cumming again!”
Crushed nut clenched tightly in her hand, her delicate back arched and Despina lifted herself off of Jim’s dick. Her pussy lips convulsed and spasmed around a cock that wasn’t there. The throes of the powerful climax forced out her slit’s natural lubrication and coated Jim’s cock and stomach in fine, warm mist.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Tamara walked in, her face a mess of Philine’s juices.
“Whu… wha?” Despina forced out through half-lidded eyes, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her hips still spasming erratically.
“How far are yo- Why are you sitting on this boy’s sickening penis?! And why are you naked! Are you… are you cumming?!”
“Yeeeeeeees,” her little sister moaned.
“Urgh, I thought I taught you better than that,” Tamara said and crossed her arms.
“Y-you weren’t suppo-… where’s Ph-Philine?”
“Lying in a puddle of her own cream in the hallway outside. Now tell me what the hell’s going on here! You should have popped his balls an hour ago but I can definitely still see plenty of nuts still swimming in that vile sack.”
Slowly, Despina came off her high as the last twinges of ecstasy pulsed in her loins. Awkwardly, she clambered off the stone slab and planted herself in front of her sister, dripping on the floor. “I like to take my time with destroying a boy’s balls, you know that!”
“Pina, the only enjoyable part of it is knowing that he’s not a man any more and will never try to stick his ugly cock in you. You have to touch his junk to pop him, that’s disgusting. Just get a hammer and get it over with.”
“No, you need to learn that not everyo-”
“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend that you can get to castrate him. I get *that*, having her break his balls to break her out of her shell, and then you can share a romantic kiss right after she’s unmanned him…” Tamara held her head in her hands as she fantasized just such a scenario.
“Grr, when will you finally accept that I don’t share your… sapphic proclivities!”
“But you think men are disgusting, that their cocks are disgusting!”
“I think letting a boy put his dick inside me is disgusting, not that men are disgusting! That’s what I mean… I love their balls. I love how stupid they look whenever they are hit there. I love how scared they are when I threaten to take them away from them. I love how they submit with every fibre of their being when you break one because they are so desperate to keep their last nut. And I love how trusting and tame they become when they are unmanned. I’ve watched Leonia destroy four pairs of testicles serving as my bodyguard, and each of those ruptures are among my most treasured memories.”
The redhead pleadingly reached out to her sister. “I’ve had to learn this about myself. But that’s what growing up means, you change, and you get to know who you are. Since those days with Leonia, I’ve popped more testicles by myself than I ever watched her kick.” Despina sighed and put her hands on her hips. “I have this boy’s balls to thank for who I am now, at least in part. I know this might be hard for you to accept, but I’m not the little sister you were gossiping with any more. And it would be better if you accepted already that I love kicking guys in the nuts.”
Tamara had a defiant look to her that was at odds with the tears in her eyes and her trembling lip. “F-fine! If you love boys' dangly bits so much, why don’t you marry them! Since you don’t need your family any more!” The princess-turned-nun turned on her heel and walked out of the purification room, slamming the door.
“That’s not what I …” The redhead sighed and turned back to Jim. “That’s the part of her she never shows anyone. When she doesn't get her way, she gets really childish. But don’t worry, she’ll get over it.”
Jim gurgled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Yeah, you’re right. That took the wind out of my sails. Let’s finish breaking all of those superfluous balls, alright?” Despina glanced back at the door and, assured that it was still closed, bent over the incoherent Jim. She puckered her lips and planted a small, chaste kiss on his bloated nutsack. She drew back immediately.
“Alright, might as well show you and your balls what I’ve been training on!”
Despina climbed back on the slab and sat on his knees. Muttering an incantation, green swirls gathered around her arms, flowing from her chest to her forearms. There, they gathered, snaking around and through her limbs.
“I wanted to see if I could combine channelling wind affinity mana – you know, because it can make you faster – while creating air blasts as I strike, to make a hit that much more devastating. Let’s try it out on your balls.”
The first of her thus augmented punches only clipped one of Jim’s nuts as the princess’s aim was a bit off. Even a glancing blow to the balls was devastating of course, but Jim wasn’t prepared for the second blow that Despina’s punch produced. Like an echo of her punch, a few milliseconds later a second, even harder strike deformed the testicle before the orb had time to reinflate. It made the blow that much more destructive as the shell of his nut was already compressed and the gut-churning strike threatened to crack the ball under its force.
Her hand roughly grabbed the gonad, feeling for its integrity. She whistled. “It didn’t immediately pop but it feels really bruised and spongy. I think with a bit of training, I could maybe break a nut in one punch. How fun! Ah, but don’t worry, I won’t stop after every punch. Let’s finally crack those balls of yours.”
Despina took a second to channel more mana, then let loose on his balls. With her speed augmented by magic, her fists were a blur. Like a hummingbird beating its wings, Despina smashed her knuckles into his balls multiple times per second. His testicles stood no chance.
The contents of his ballsack were getting beat up so rapidly, the fist-sized indentations she smashed into it didn’t have time to buff out. The impacts exponentiated each other as the testicles were thrashed around, knocking into each other. Shockwaves bounced off of each other inside the ballmeat, rending it apart with each pass. Even as the shells of his nuts weren’t yet broken, deep gouges appeared on the inside. Finally, one after another, the balls inside Jim’s sack started to explode violently, ripped apart by forces no gonad could ever hope to withstand.
It was at this point that he finally, after hours of torturous ballbusting, slipped into unconsciousness.
Despina did not notice, of course, focused entirely on destroying the manhood in front of her. But she noticed that as his balls began to break down, thick off-white mush started to leak from his limp penis, disintegrated maleness that her might forced to be expelled from his dick. It was an incredibly motivating sight.
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Warm darkness surrounded him. It was comfortable, for nothing managed to reach him here in the dark. He didn’t know why, but he was very glad for that.
Then, through the dark, a ray of glaring pain shot. Despite his wishes, he was forced out of the dark by this radiant pain and into the waking world.
He groaned, and his voice sounded like that of an octogenarian. He didn’t know where he was or what time it was, but he knew that his groin had been replaced by an active volcano spewing lava directly into his guts. That was the only explanation for the white-hot pain he felt.
Through the haze of pain, he heard a pair of voices but what they were saying made no sense to him.
“I must inform you that this has been highly unusual. It’s only because of your status that we have made an exception.”
“What are you complaining about, in the end you managed to get a squelched pair, right? This isn’t that much of an ask, surely.”
“We’ve had to combine bits and pieces of several ovules to make a whole pair. I’ve never seen anything like this. I do not mean to offend you but if a sister apprenticing under me had handed me a sack of sin in such a state, I would have her go back to training with cattle. Your request will be seen as adding insult to injury. Nevertheless, we will comply, as there is the bigger picture to consider… Goddess, I have never seen such destruction in a man in my life...”
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say!”
His eyes fluttered open, revealing the spartan dormitory the nuns had put them up in. Morgana was sitting on a bed at the other end, reading a book. [Philine was to his left, humming to herself and stitching a few holes in a pair of pants.](https://imgur.com/a/K8Q5bKe) In front of his bed, turned to a nun, stood Despina. They seemed to be the ones talking to each other. He looked down and was greeted by some kind of alien purple and green orb. Freaked out, he tried to get away from the thing, only to discover that he was bound to his bed by rope and that the alien thing wasn’t just attached to him – it was his nutsack.
“What the hell?!” he croaked and pulled on his restraints. A terrible idea as nausea immediately crawled up from his nuts into his stomach. Thankfully, he just about managed to keep himself together.
His companions turned to him, Philine smiling brightly. “You’re awake, mister Jim! Just in time, I finished a little gift for you this morning!”
“What’s going on?” he asked with a voice at least an octave higher than normal.
“Turns out I’m so good at kicking you in the nuts, I can make you faint,” Despina told him with a smug smile.
“I… fainted? How long was I out?”
Morgana glared at him over the edge of her book. “We’ve been sitting around for three days waiting for you to stop being dramatic over your balls. They even had to tie you up so that you wouldn’t accidentally crunch what you got left between your legs.”
Philine was already standing next to him, holding up something that looked like a beanie. “I made this for your milk bag!” she said brightly and grasped his sack. The pain her fingers caused made him want to hurl once more. Regardless, Philine stuffed his bruised nuts into the beanie, which was just a bit too small for his swollen balls.
When she was done, his balls visibly throbbed with each heartbeat. “There! Now your sachet won’t get chilly while it heals.”
“Th-thank… you…” Jim squeaked.
“Alright, I think we can let you rest today and maybe tomorrow, then we’ll head out,” Despina said.
“What…? Where are we going?” he asked.
“Isn’t that obvious? We’re going to Valesia monastery. That Mother Superior Philine talked about must know a thing or two about demons if she’s working for them. If she isn’t one herself. We’re going to go look for a way to hell.”
“I see…” The nun lit a beeswax candle on the bed stand next to him. Some sort of flower or herb must have been mixed in as a pleasant, calming aroma spread throughout the room. Jim looked down at his nuts again and it struck him how relieved he felt. Even if they looked like they’d been run over by a carriage, the fact was that he still unmistakably had balls. He wasn’t a eunuch. “Despina…”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for not breaking… thank you for leaving me a man.”
She smirked. “Sure thing. After all, what’s the point of saving Liriel if I don’t even get to see her punting your nuts into your throat.”
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*Wow, Despina has really ‘popped off’ this time, heh. Heheh. Those that don’t like castration will probably not like this chapter very much – but if want to skip this chapter, just know that the part after the first horizontal rule explains plo-relevant stuff without going into castration besides a verbal reference.*
*So, here’s a question that I suspect has wildly differing answers: How do you feel about puking as a result of ballbusting? I’ve had it in this chapter in the first draft because, well, when do you do it if not while a guy gets multiple nuts ruptured. But I took it out because I didn’t want to spoil the mood of Despina declaring her love for busting balls.*
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“Where are the fucking… my gloves! WHERE ARE THEY!”
“Here they are, miss Despina!” Philine answered brightly and handed her a pair of purple opera gloves. The satin shone luxuriously in the light of the sconces. “It’s fine, miss Despina. You’re gonna do great in there, I know it.”
“But we still need to check the restraints, and it can’t be too warm or too cold, and it’s *very* important that we check how it sounds in there – you don’t know how loud boys can get, if it echoes too much I won’t-”
“It’s fine, seriously! Here, give me your hands.”
“It’s just, it’s my big day and I want it to be perfect! I don’t want to mess this up and regret it for the rest of my life!”
“Quiet! Now, copy me. Breathe iiiin… and ouuuut. Iiiin… Ouuut. Good! Keep going, deep, slow breaths.” The princess did as instructed. “Look into my eyes. It’s all going to go just great. I checked everything twice already. It’s going to go exactly like you dreamt it would, alright?”
“But, what if I miss one?” Despina asked.
“You won’t. No one is better at making a boy’s milkbag hurt than you. And even if you do, you just go back in and finish it.”
Despina nodded. The breathing exercises helped return some colour to her face. “Yeah… you’re right. I think I’m better. Should I… should I start?”
Philine smiled. “Do you want to?”
The princess returned the smile. “I’ve wanted nothing so much before in my life.”
“Then go in there and empty that baby basket!”
At that, Despina cracked up. “Pffthahaha… Thank you, Philine. I mean it. I’m sad that Ina isn't here for this moment, but I’m glad I have you.” The girls hugged, then Despina opened the heavy door and stepped into purification room.
Unlike the dungeon-like appearance of the rest of the basement, the purification room was surprisingly pleasant. A lot of thick, fluffy carpets covered the floor. In the back, someone had lit a comely fireplace. [On her right, comfy looking sofas and armchairs were arranged in a half circle, facing the slab of granite in the centre of the room.](https://imgur.com/a/oSOlo0B) Upon it, Jim was bound, blindfolded and gagged and entirely naked.
The sight of his nutsack just dangling out in the open, so wonderfully large and vulnerable, sent a jolt through Despina’s loins. With measured steps, she walked towards the bound boy, who was here for only one thing: to have his manhood broken by the princess. In contrast to the faint whisper of her footsteps, her breath came fitfully. She was shivering, not from cold but from fevered anticipation.
The redhead reached her friend and looked him over. He wasn’t aware of her yet, frowning in slight confusion, or maybe it was fear. His engorged sack glistened, rubbed and massaged with fragrant oils. Despina closed her eyes for a moment, just inhaling the heady mix of floral notes and Jim’s own natural musk. *It’s enough to make me water at the mouth and at the lips.* She grinned at her little joke and opened her eyes again, eager to study his nuts some more. They were lying on a slight protrusion from the stone slab, lifted just a bit higher than they would lie naturally. The beauty of it took her breath away. *The raised bit must be for the boys with tiny raisin nuts*, she thought.
Above the stone slab, a pair of sturdy ropes dangled, ending in a loop more than a metre above the slab. *They’re too high to sling around a boy’s pair, so what are they for?* she wondered.
She lifted a hand and placed it gently atop the mountain of testicles. He gasped and jerked back instinctively, but the restraints held. *Goddess, they’re so hot and soft…* Despina started to speak, but her mouth had become so dry… She cleared her throat.
“Hello, Jim. Looks like the time has finally come.” Despina laughed nervously, then grabbed one of the many oval shapes dwelling inside his sack and pinched it between two fingers. She didn’t pinch hard, just hard enough to make him feel it. “This won’t do. I’ll take these off for you.” With her other hand, she reached for the piece of cloth and pulled it away, then did the same for his gag.
He blinked a few times, then hoarsely said, “Thank you, Despina. They said it was for my own good, but I wasn’t very comfortable not knowing what you were doi-” He lapsed into silence, staring at the ceiling.
Despina followed his gaze and for the first time, she noticed the fresco on the ceiling. It showed a woman, painted in breathtaking, naked glory. Her facial features were only hinted at by slight shadows, but her shapely body was painted in intricate detail. Wide, fertile hips and a heavy chest with pink, delicate nipples gave her a pleasing, full-figured shape, but they were contrasted by her narrow, sylphlike waist. She was perfect, more so than any real woman could ever hope to be, and maybe that was why Jim stared so intently. Despina, on the other hand, was captivated by another part of the fresco.
The figure held her arms wide in a gesture that seemed welcoming, but instead of offering the viewer to embrace her, her hands were locked tightly around the manhoods of two male figures next to her. They were leaning back, sticking out their groins towards the woman who was seizing the fruits of their loins with an assured aura. Comfortable in the knowledge that this was the way it was supposed to be.
The princess gasped slightly, involuntarily pinching the ball she was holding tighter. The sight stoked the fire in her loins as she realized how similar their positions were. This was natural, this was how it was meant to be. It was a powerful affirmation of her own desires. Despina felt the heat in her loins grow exponentially. Her rosy flower plumped up in eager anticipation.
“Let’s start, yeah?” she asked giddily and let go of his nut. She put on the satin gloves while smiling to herself.
“I guess… but you remember what we discussed, right?” he asked and Despina just hummed. “I’m serious, Despina! I know I can’t fight or do, well, anything like this, but I don’t want to end up… not a man. You’re going to leave two of my balls alone, right?” His nervousness made his voice crack.
“Yeah, yeah…” Having put on the gloves, she quickly readjusted the gag over his mouth but left the blindfold alone. “There, no more distractions, alright? This isn’t about you after all. You can’t keep yammering when I want to enjoy myself. Now… where to start?” The redhead giggled to herself. “I guess we both know where to start,” she said and grabbed one of his nuts in another squeeze, this one hard and painful, “so I guess what I mean is *how* to start.”
She probed the nut in her hand, watching it deform as the satin pressed down on it. Despina rolled her fingers over the testicle as Jim groaned, enjoying the feeling of squeezing the spongy ball with different parts of her hand. “They told me to wear these gloves and I asked them why, of course. They have a surprisingly practical reason, you know. When you squeeze these wonderful pathetic orbs you have dangling between your legs, or punch them over and over again, boys tend to sweat like they’ve just run a marathon. So the nuns wear these gloves to make sure their grip doesn’t slip off the nut. Isn’t that interesting? So many things you can make a boy do, just by doing this!”
All of a sudden, she shut her hand tightly, squeezing the testicle with every ounce of strength she had. She felt it contort in her palm, crushed flat by her strength – but it didn’t pop. Jim groaned and thrashed as the nut pain assaulted his brain. Then, as suddenly as Despina had started, she stopped.
“But there’s a second reason they wear them. That one they didn’t tell me, but I could figure it out from how excited the nuns were about these gloves. They feel *really* good.”
Jim heard cloth rustle and for the first time looked at something other than Despina’s face or his balls. The princess had only been wearing thin lace panties. Panties that were now lying on the floor. His gaze wandered higher. A little tuft of fire-red hair was there, and below it a delicate pink pussy, puffy and dripping. Now that the princess was commando, steady little drips rang out in the room before they were stopped when she dipped her finger between her legs, caressing her folds. The redhead moaned quietly. Her other hand started squeezing again, this time pinning the nut between her fingers and her thumb.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” she breathed. “How I can – mhmm – cause you excruciating pain with one hand while pleasuring myself with the other?” The hand between her legs started rubbing her pussy more roughly, mashing the sensitive petals of her flower in circles. “How the strength of a little girl is enough to end you as a man? I don’t need knives or hammers, I don’t need to kick-” she paused, gasping for air, “kick you in the balls. Just my little hand is enough. Squeeze a bit and *pop*! You’re not a man any more.”
Her fingers dug deep into the testicle, squishing it down flat into an agonizing disk. The feeling of his nutmeat compressing, a boy’s most intimate part trying to keep itself together when she was demanding it give in was euphoric. And the simple thought that no matter how it struggled, how it fought to stay whole, she would ramp up the pressure until it burst, until it was destroyed beyond repair overpowered all her other senses. Suddenly, her other hand was on his gag again, dripping her juices onto his face. She unlatched the gag, freeing him to scream out from the constant, nauseating nut pain.
But she ignored his screams, instead shouting urgently at him. “Beg me! Beg me to unman you, to pop your fucking nut!” Dazed by pain and the suddenness of her order, Jim only groaned through clenched teeth. “Do it! I know exactly how hard I need to squeeze to crush this testicle, but I won’t do it if you don’t beg! I’ll keep squeezing you and the pain in your nuts will never stop!”
He stared at her wild-eyed. He could barely think over the pain, so maybe his scrambled eggs scrambled his brains, but in that moment, he didn't see his friend, the girl he had travelled so far with, but a queen who would not be denied. “Please… D-Despina…” he grunted out from behind his teeth. He closed his eyes. “Please… pop it…”
Her breath quickened. “Pop what? Be specific. I- I need to hear it.”
“M-my… ball! Please pop my ball!” he yelled.
“Yes! Again!” she commanded.
“Please, Despina, crush this nut! Break my testicle!”
“YES! YES I WILL!”
“Squeeze it so hard it can never be put back together!”
“I’M GOING TO BURST YOUR BALLS! THEY WILL BE NOTHING BUT MUSH!” Her shouting raised in pitch as her climax was approaching, as well as the end of the testicle in her hand. But she wasn’t satisfied yet. “WATCH IT POP! OPEN YOUR EYES AND WATCH!”
How could he disobey her? She had him by the balls after all.
*Crrrack-POP*
He opened his eyes the exact moment the walls of his testicle collapsed. Where a split second before a whole gonad used to be, there was now only Despina’s small hand, clenched tightly.
She felt his plum burst against her palm, but what sent her over the edge wasn’t the wet crackle - it was the fear in his eyes. The expression on his face when he realized that a girl had just shattered his testicle, irrevocably destroying it.
They both screamed, the man in agony and terror of the first complete testicular rupture of his life, the woman in orgasmic pleasure of the rupture she had caused.
Racked by the most intense orgasm of her life, the princess’s needy cunt spasmed and squirted, moisture pooling on the ground between her legs.
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“I’ve never seen her like that. It’s almost a bit scary,” Tamara said.
“Seen her like what?” Philine asked her.
“So nervous. If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost like my sister is… in love, but that’s impossible.”
Philine tilted her head in confusion, a strand of hair falling over her eyes. The tell-tale cry of a man getting the contents of his sack rearranged came from beyond the door. “Why would that be impossible? Miss Despina can love someone if she wants to.”
The blonde had taken off her veil and shook out her head. She snorted. “But not a man, silly girl. As long as I can think, I’ve been telling her how disgusting and pathetic men are – and she agrees! Whenever we could hear Cecilia riding another stableboy’s dick in her room, we talked about how disgusting having sex with a man is, how we would never let a boy spurt his slime inside our pretty flowers.”
“Maybe mister Jim is different?”
“Oh please, he’s not even one tenth the man my brother is. Aside from the ridiculous cock, I mean. That thing’s liable to poke someone’s eye out. No, that’s not it, it’s more like, I always hoped she would see the light, that only women can properly love women, but I think she’s taken that lesson to mean love is equivalent to destroying a manhood. That’s the best way I can put it. And the manhood behind these doors, that’s, like, the most manhood you can fit on a guy.”
“I heard that it used to be even bigger, before mister Jim had to wear a moonsilver cage,” Philine informed her.
“Ugh, disgusting…” Tamara leaned against the thick stone walls of the abbey basement, next to Philine. She gently started rubbing Philine’s shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course!” Another loud cry managed to penetrate the door, this one higher and laced with pleasure.
The second princess’s hand wandered lower, to the small of Philine’s back. “My sister told me what happened to the dangler she’s about to castrate, what Bruna made him.”
“Hmm, that feels nice… uh, uhm, sorry, I don’t know much about these things.”
Tamara leaned over her, one hand starting to massage the girl’s full chest. “That’s alright, you don’t need to…”
“M-miss Tamara?!”
“Shh, just close your eyes and relax, alright?” When Philine pulled away from her, Tamara’s hand at her back pushed her right back against the nun. The hand cupping the girl’s tits grew more insistent. “He’s the harbinger, the guy on whose balls the queen’s reign hinges.”
“Al… alright?! Ooh, that feels really… ah…”
“And it just so happens that my little sister is currently breaking the very same balls…” Tamara’s hand glided down Philine’s stomach, stopping only for a moment while she played with the edge of her pants.
“Ye-yeah…” Philine grabbed the hem of Tamara’s robe between two fingers, ever so slightly pulling the nun’s arm further down.
She smiled, having received the invitation she was seeking. Her fingers sank into Philine’s breeches, brushing gently along the top of her sex. “As an abbey, we keep close track of whose balls we pop, you know… then we report to the head of the diocese all the names of the castrated boys. You know what that means, right?”
“That t-tickles on my coochie,” Philine only moaned in response. She closed her eyes and spread her legs ever so slightly to allow Tamara to more easily access her.
“The next time we report who was popped here, Jim’s name will be on that list…” Her fingers drew circles around the girl’s rapidly dampening hole, drawing a gasp from her. “It won’t take long for Bruna to find out that her harbinger has been de-sacked. But not just her, all the nobles of the realm will hear it as well.” Tamara plunged a finger into Philine’s cunt. The girl’s buttons were laughably easy to push. She watched Philine’s mouth open and a bit of droll roll down her chin when Tamara’s finger brushed along that sensitive spot just past her entrance. If she wanted, she could have the curvy girl screaming her name within a minute. With a smile, she withdrew her hand and licked her fingers as she looked into the girl’s disappointed eyes.
“Ah…! Uhm, and then? What happens then?” Philine asked pleadingly.
Tamara sank to her knees in front of the former paladin and yanked down her pants. “And then, my dear, Bruna will be overthrown.” Delight plastered on her face, Tamara eagerly pressed her mouth onto Philine’s lips, her tongue gleefully exploring the girl’s cunt.
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Despina held tight against the ropes, staring down at the tortured boy beneath her feet. The strap of her bralette must have slipped from her shoulder at some point, her left tit exposed to the air. But the princess didn’t care. All of her focus was on the spongy testicles welling up between her toes as she crushed the two balls underneath her feet. One of her hands found its way back to her engorged pussy, lewd wet shlicks produced by the movement of her fingers.
“You feel it too, don’t you? How natural this is?” Her eyes stared wildly at him, her smile a toothy grimace as she fingered herself to the fact that just standing caused him such intimate pain that he screamed against his gag, spittle bubbling up from its sides. “Your big, swollen balls getting flattened under my feet while I play with my smooth little pussy? Goddess, I can’t even begin to imagine how painful getting those fleshy bubbles busted must be.” She leaned forward, standing on her tip-toes so that all of her weight rested on his balls. “How about it? How painful is it, more than when I squeezed one of your balls or le- Whoa!”
She shifted to one side, her whole body falling a few centimetres while fresh cries of pain rang out from his throat. “What just…?” She lifted her left foot, staring at the lumpy shape her toes left behind. A shape that didn’t resemble a ball any more. “No way! Did that nut just burst from me standing on it! That’s amazing!” She threw her head back and laughed, indifferent to Jim’s fresh agony. Suddenly, her head snapped back with a scowl on her face. “How dare you let your testicle pop before I was ready!” She lifted her foot, holding it menacingly over the crushed ball. “Take THIS!” The princess stomped down hard, crushing what solid bits remained of the burst testicle, then twisted her foot sideways. “You ONLY pop when I TELL you to!” She warned him, her order interspersed by more stomps. At first, his bruised and sweaty sack stuck to her foot, getting lifted slightly when she raised the limb before it came crashing down again. But the more she trampled his balls, the more she broke the nut down and turned it from solid to liquid, the more his sack remained on the stone slab. Bit by bit, she worked the mushy remains of the testicle into the grooves of the slab.
He had long become delirious from the pain, but unfortunately for Jim, he didn’t pass out. All that he saw, heard, or felt was the bundle of hellish pain between his legs. Which also meant he didn’t notice when Despina slipped on his sweaty ballbag, falling ass first onto his bloated scrotum. To him, she had only delivered even more pain to his abused gonads while white spots danced in his peripheral vision.
Despina, on the other hand, felt not just her butt impact his pillowy nutsack but also her puffed up labia slip and slide wetly along the length of Jim’s cock. A pleasurable shiver ran down her back as her nub mashed against his cock that bravely tried to not shrivel up.
The heat and pressure on her clit made stars explode in her vision. She steadied herself by grasping a random handful of manmeat. She blinked the stars out of her eyes. “Hooo, that was… unexpected. Goodness, that almost made me climax again… Was that your doing? Did you hope I would go easy on your balls if you made me cum enough? That you would get a quick, painless sack slimming? Well, tough luck, mister!” she said and clenched her hand tightly. “Wait, why does this nut feel so strange?”
She palpated the unround gonad, rolling it around between her fingers. A goofy smile split her face. “This is the ball Philine cracked, isn’t it? When she kneed you? She split that nut right down the middle, that’s so wonderful…” Despina revelled in the feeling of her fingers sinking deep into the core of the testicle. “Oh, let’s not tell her she didn’t pop it entirely, yeah? If anyone asks, she completely demolished it.” A faint female cry of pleasure rang through the heavy doors of the purification room but the sound was lost among Jim’s grunts and groans. “Gosh, no wonder you weren’t rolling around on the floor, she cleaved it in two so cleanly! The magical testicle duplication,” the princess giggled. “Well, you asked me to get rid of those pesky balls for you, so here we go!”
She leaned back and put both hands on the testicle, one hand grasping a side of the halved nut. With pulsing squeezes, Despina started breaking the nut down, finally putting it out of its miserable state of almost-castration. As she did, without even noticing it, the princess rocked back and forth, sliding along the length of his cock.
“Hooh yes, let’s squish this ball down nice and flat, alright? Yeah…” Both her squeezing and her humping grew more insistent by the second. With the testicle so intimately compromised, it didn’t take long for the genital-savvy princess to destroy it entirely. With a comparatively disappointing little *squick*, both halves of the ball collapsed in her hands. The feeling kicked loose a storm of pleasure in her core that quickly overtook all of her.
“Oh Goddess, yes, I’m cumming again!”
Crushed nut clenched tightly in her hand, her delicate back arched and Despina lifted herself off of Jim’s dick. Her pussy lips convulsed and spasmed around a cock that wasn’t there. The throes of the powerful climax forced out her slit’s natural lubrication and coated Jim’s cock and stomach in fine, warm mist.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Tamara walked in, her face a mess of Philine’s juices.
“Whu… wha?” Despina forced out through half-lidded eyes, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her hips still spasming erratically.
“How far are yo- Why are you sitting on this boy’s sickening penis?! And why are you naked! Are you… are you cumming?!”
“Yeeeeeeees,” her little sister moaned.
“Urgh, I thought I taught you better than that,” Tamara said and crossed her arms.
“Y-you weren’t suppo-… where’s Ph-Philine?”
“Lying in a puddle of her own cream in the hallway outside. Now tell me what the hell’s going on here! You should have popped his balls an hour ago but I can definitely still see plenty of nuts still swimming in that vile sack.”
Slowly, Despina came off her high as the last twinges of ecstasy pulsed in her loins. Awkwardly, she clambered off the stone slab and planted herself in front of her sister, dripping on the floor. “I like to take my time with destroying a boy’s balls, you know that!”
“Pina, the only enjoyable part of it is knowing that he’s not a man any more and will never try to stick his ugly cock in you. You have to touch his junk to pop him, that’s disgusting. Just get a hammer and get it over with.”
“No, you need to learn that not everyo-”
“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend that you can get to castrate him. I get *that*, having her break his balls to break her out of her shell, and then you can share a romantic kiss right after she’s unmanned him…” Tamara held her head in her hands as she fantasized just such a scenario.
“Grr, when will you finally accept that I don’t share your… sapphic proclivities!”
“But you think men are disgusting, that their cocks are disgusting!”
“I think letting a boy put his dick inside me is disgusting, not that men are disgusting! That’s what I mean… I love their balls. I love how stupid they look whenever they are hit there. I love how scared they are when I threaten to take them away from them. I love how they submit with every fibre of their being when you break one because they are so desperate to keep their last nut. And I love how trusting and tame they become when they are unmanned. I’ve watched Leonia destroy four pairs of testicles serving as my bodyguard, and each of those ruptures are among my most treasured memories.”
The redhead pleadingly reached out to her sister. “I’ve had to learn this about myself. But that’s what growing up means, you change, and you get to know who you are. Since those days with Leonia, I’ve popped more testicles by myself than I ever watched her kick.” Despina sighed and put her hands on her hips. “I have this boy’s balls to thank for who I am now, at least in part. I know this might be hard for you to accept, but I’m not the little sister you were gossiping with any more. And it would be better if you accepted already that I love kicking guys in the nuts.”
Tamara had a defiant look to her that was at odds with the tears in her eyes and her trembling lip. “F-fine! If you love boys' dangly bits so much, why don’t you marry them! Since you don’t need your family any more!” The princess-turned-nun turned on her heel and walked out of the purification room, slamming the door.
“That’s not what I …” The redhead sighed and turned back to Jim. “That’s the part of her she never shows anyone. When she doesn't get her way, she gets really childish. But don’t worry, she’ll get over it.”
Jim gurgled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Yeah, you’re right. That took the wind out of my sails. Let’s finish breaking all of those superfluous balls, alright?” Despina glanced back at the door and, assured that it was still closed, bent over the incoherent Jim. She puckered her lips and planted a small, chaste kiss on his bloated nutsack. She drew back immediately.
“Alright, might as well show you and your balls what I’ve been training on!”
Despina climbed back on the slab and sat on his knees. Muttering an incantation, green swirls gathered around her arms, flowing from her chest to her forearms. There, they gathered, snaking around and through her limbs.
“I wanted to see if I could combine channelling wind affinity mana – you know, because it can make you faster – while creating air blasts as I strike, to make a hit that much more devastating. Let’s try it out on your balls.”
The first of her thus augmented punches only clipped one of Jim’s nuts as the princess’s aim was a bit off. Even a glancing blow to the balls was devastating of course, but Jim wasn’t prepared for the second blow that Despina’s punch produced. Like an echo of her punch, a few milliseconds later a second, even harder strike deformed the testicle before the orb had time to reinflate. It made the blow that much more destructive as the shell of his nut was already compressed and the gut-churning strike threatened to crack the ball under its force.
Her hand roughly grabbed the gonad, feeling for its integrity. She whistled. “It didn’t immediately pop but it feels really bruised and spongy. I think with a bit of training, I could maybe break a nut in one punch. How fun! Ah, but don’t worry, I won’t stop after every punch. Let’s finally crack those balls of yours.”
Despina took a second to channel more mana, then let loose on his balls. With her speed augmented by magic, her fists were a blur. Like a hummingbird beating its wings, Despina smashed her knuckles into his balls multiple times per second. His testicles stood no chance.
The contents of his ballsack were getting beat up so rapidly, the fist-sized indentations she smashed into it didn’t have time to buff out. The impacts exponentiated each other as the testicles were thrashed around, knocking into each other. Shockwaves bounced off of each other inside the ballmeat, rending it apart with each pass. Even as the shells of his nuts weren’t yet broken, deep gouges appeared on the inside. Finally, one after another, the balls inside Jim’s sack started to explode violently, ripped apart by forces no gonad could ever hope to withstand.
It was at this point that he finally, after hours of torturous ballbusting, slipped into unconsciousness.
Despina did not notice, of course, focused entirely on destroying the manhood in front of her. But she noticed that as his balls began to break down, thick off-white mush started to leak from his limp penis, disintegrated maleness that her might forced to be expelled from his dick. It was an incredibly motivating sight.
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Warm darkness surrounded him. It was comfortable, for nothing managed to reach him here in the dark. He didn’t know why, but he was very glad for that.
Then, through the dark, a ray of glaring pain shot. Despite his wishes, he was forced out of the dark by this radiant pain and into the waking world.
He groaned, and his voice sounded like that of an octogenarian. He didn’t know where he was or what time it was, but he knew that his groin had been replaced by an active volcano spewing lava directly into his guts. That was the only explanation for the white-hot pain he felt.
Through the haze of pain, he heard a pair of voices but what they were saying made no sense to him.
“I must inform you that this has been highly unusual. It’s only because of your status that we have made an exception.”
“What are you complaining about, in the end you managed to get a squelched pair, right? This isn’t that much of an ask, surely.”
“We’ve had to combine bits and pieces of several ovules to make a whole pair. I’ve never seen anything like this. I do not mean to offend you but if a sister apprenticing under me had handed me a sack of sin in such a state, I would have her go back to training with cattle. Your request will be seen as adding insult to injury. Nevertheless, we will comply, as there is the bigger picture to consider… Goddess, I have never seen such destruction in a man in my life...”
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say!”
His eyes fluttered open, revealing the spartan dormitory the nuns had put them up in. Morgana was sitting on a bed at the other end, reading a book. [Philine was to his left, humming to herself and stitching a few holes in a pair of pants.](https://imgur.com/a/K8Q5bKe) In front of his bed, turned to a nun, stood Despina. They seemed to be the ones talking to each other. He looked down and was greeted by some kind of alien purple and green orb. Freaked out, he tried to get away from the thing, only to discover that he was bound to his bed by rope and that the alien thing wasn’t just attached to him – it was his nutsack.
“What the hell?!” he croaked and pulled on his restraints. A terrible idea as nausea immediately crawled up from his nuts into his stomach. Thankfully, he just about managed to keep himself together.
His companions turned to him, Philine smiling brightly. “You’re awake, mister Jim! Just in time, I finished a little gift for you this morning!”
“What’s going on?” he asked with a voice at least an octave higher than normal.
“Turns out I’m so good at kicking you in the nuts, I can make you faint,” Despina told him with a smug smile.
“I… fainted? How long was I out?”
Morgana glared at him over the edge of her book. “We’ve been sitting around for three days waiting for you to stop being dramatic over your balls. They even had to tie you up so that you wouldn’t accidentally crunch what you got left between your legs.”
Philine was already standing next to him, holding up something that looked like a beanie. “I made this for your milk bag!” she said brightly and grasped his sack. The pain her fingers caused made him want to hurl once more. Regardless, Philine stuffed his bruised nuts into the beanie, which was just a bit too small for his swollen balls.
When she was done, his balls visibly throbbed with each heartbeat. “There! Now your sachet won’t get chilly while it heals.”
“Th-thank… you…” Jim squeaked.
“Alright, I think we can let you rest today and maybe tomorrow, then we’ll head out,” Despina said.
“What…? Where are we going?” he asked.
“Isn’t that obvious? We’re going to Valesia monastery. That Mother Superior Philine talked about must know a thing or two about demons if she’s working for them. If she isn’t one herself. We’re going to go look for a way to hell.”
“I see…” The nun lit a beeswax candle on the bed stand next to him. Some sort of flower or herb must have been mixed in as a pleasant, calming aroma spread throughout the room. Jim looked down at his nuts again and it struck him how relieved he felt. Even if they looked like they’d been run over by a carriage, the fact was that he still unmistakably had balls. He wasn’t a eunuch. “Despina…”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for not breaking… thank you for leaving me a man.”
She smirked. “Sure thing. After all, what’s the point of saving Liriel if I don’t even get to see her punting your nuts into your throat.”
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*Wow, Despina has really ‘popped off’ this time, heh. Heheh. Those that don’t like castration will probably not like this chapter very much – but if want to skip this chapter, just know that the part after the first horizontal rule explains plo-relevant stuff without going into castration besides a verbal reference.*
*So, here’s a question that I suspect has wildly differing answers: How do you feel about puking as a result of ballbusting? I’ve had it in this chapter in the first draft because, well, when do you do it if not while a guy gets multiple nuts ruptured. But I took it out because I didn’t want to spoil the mood of Despina declaring her love for busting balls.*
