Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 64
Chapter 64 – content: >!monster girl, sounding, sph, penile fracture, castration, futanari!<
*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*
“My lord? Everyone is waiting for you to give the order.”
“Just a moment, please. I will be right out,” Kasper replied. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled again. “It’s fine, I can do this. It’s not like this is a life and death situati- oh, who am I kidding, that’s exactly what this is. One more, please?”
“Ewi?” Eri asked. These past weeks, her burbles and babbles had started to approach something similar to pronunciation.
Whether she really understood him or not, his intentions were made clear to her when he grabbed his dick with two fingers and lifted it up to present the two little marbles underneath to her. With a happy glint in her eyes, the slime girl immediately fixated on the small bulges in his sack.
She gurgled cheerily and slammed a wet fist into the unprotected nutsack. “Urgh, fuck, so good… thank you, Er- EEK!” With a *splat*, another punch rattled his unsuspecting balls. Kasper clutched his nuts and sank to his knees.
“Ooooh… you racked me before I was ready…” he squeaked. “G-good job…” He raised a shaky hand to Eri’s head and patted her. The slime girl wiggled in delight, clutching her cheeks to stop her smile from drifting all over her body.
With a groan, he forced himself to stand again. “A-alright, we need to get going- no, wait!” Before Kasper could stop her, the cheery creature had swung her hand at his balls again, this time only hitting his left testicle. It jumped up and down more than it swung and the noble closed his eyes. Breathing in slowly, he managed to not cry out, stifling it to a thin squeal. Holding his little penis towards her, he grabbed his balls with the other. “It’s time to go, Eri. Come on.”
She giggled and then grabbed his stiff dick. The little slime wasn’t sad or disappointed, after all, they both knew this would hardly be the end of their ballbusting fun. Her gooey fingers spread his cock, forcing a gasp from Kasper. It had got easier since the first time they had devised this method of staying together under the watchful eyes of Bruna’s maids and butlers, but it was still incredibly uncomfortable for him. Not to mention that it felt so *violating* - in an exciting way, he had to admit.
Slowly, she pushed her fingers, then her hand and finally all of her arm inside his dick. Then came her other arm, then her head and the rest of her body. Her slithery tendrils felt her way around inside of him until she arrived at his most special and most fragile place.
Eri gave his balls a little squeeze from inside his ballbag to signify she was ready. Lord Kasper cleared his throat, quickly pulled up his pants and walked out of the room a little more bow-legged than normal. As uncomfortable as Eri pushing herself inside his penis was, he had to admit that the full feeling of his sack was intoxicating. He felt so *manly*, even if it wasn’t the weight of his own manhood he was feeling.
“Please excu-” His voice sounded like a little boy. He cleared his throat once more. “Ahem, please excuse my tardiness.”
The woman in front of him was one of his personal guards. Like the rest, she towered over him, peering over her chest at him with concern. “My lord, there you are! Is everything alright, do you need me to help- Oh.” A faint blush crept on her face as she stared at him.
Kasper felt that familiar annoyance take hold of him. Also like the rest of the women in his life, she treated him almost like a child. “I do *not* need your help, thank you very much. I am very much capable of going to the toilet by myself.”
“Oh, uhm, yes, it’s just that… well, I can see… Uhm…”
He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. “Out with it, woman! What can you see?”
“Well, it’s, uhm, I mean we can all see your… Gosh, a-are you cold, my lord?”
“Of course not! I am perfectly warm, what’s this nonsense about?”
“Not even *a little* cold? My lord,” the guard said and snickered.
“No! Now, if you are done asking inane questions, lead the way.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, but a raised eyebrow from the small noble shut her up. “Very well, follow me, my lord.”
As they made their way through the barracks, multiple women of the city guard stared at him and badly hid their laughter. When they saw Kasper walk by, almost all of them started smiling or gasped loudly, only to turn to their next companion and whisper to them. A lot of them made a curious gesture, pinching their fingers together. Some cooed when they beheld him, saying things like *‘Aww, so cute!’* and similar such remarks.
“It seems the new guards haven’t realized the gravity of the situation we are about to face. I know I am not the tallest man, but it seems they are excessively amused by my size.”
“W-well, it is- I mean, you are rather short and thin, my l-lord…” His bodyguard pressed her hand against her lips to stop herself from laughing. She gestured towards a desk with two sparse chairs.
“Still, the men of the city guard weren’t held up to high standards. I would have thought they were used to men that don’t tower over them.” Instead of sitting on a chair, he turned to face the room and placed a foot on the seat. It was a dynamic pose he had often practised in front of a mirror.
“Ah, maybe you should sit down, my lord? It would hide how small you are,” she said, but a glare from Kasper told her he didn’t agree. His bodyguard stared at his mid. “Very well… M-maybe the girls are just feeling cheeky because of how many men were defeated. Especially given *how* they were defeated.”
“Oh?” Kasper felt a small shiver trickle down his spine and a twitch in his loins. “How were they defeated?” A quick glance told him she still wasn’t looking him in the face and his eyes dropped to the collar of her shirt. She’d had to open the first three buttons to even get it on, entrusting the fourth to keep her tits safe and covered. It was a fight the poor button would lose eventually, given time and the physics of large mammaries in motion.
“You know, the way only men can be defeated…”
“I don’t quite follow,” he said. By the bumps poking through the cloth, she wasn’t wearing a girdle underneath.
“By that I mean, they entered the fight as men and came out either half of what they were before… or not at all.”
He could feel the blood rushing to his groin. Eri seemed to take notice as well, he could feel her curiously run her hands over his balls. *If only she would squeeze right now…*, he thought. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he spoke again. “You mean they were changed by the fight? How so?”
“Goddess, your lordship, this is a danger every man should be aware of… After all, it concerns the weakness that comes with being born male. Surely you know what happens to a man when he angers a woman. It is something that may yet happen to you,” she said, then muttered, “even if your targets are so small…”
He swallowed but his mouth was dry. “A weakness? But men are stronger and taller than women, are you sure you aren’t making this up?”
His bodyguard giggled, sending a distracting tremble through the cleavage. “My lord, I worry about your future. Do you really not know how easily a girl could put you on your knees with a single kick? How easily exploited your two dangling weaknesses are?”
Another voice suddenly interrupted them, startling them both. “She means to say these men lost because they were kicked, punched, stabbed or otherwise hurt in their precious little nuts. Their balls. Their testicles. And if you do not know how even an untrained woman could rack your fragile balls so hard, you would be a whimpering puddle at her feet, then you are either truly stupid or truly blessed. It is hard to tell which.”
[Before them stood a pale woman in a preposterous black dress, tapping the tip of a black parasol against the stone floor.](https://imgur.com/a/cUOU0Fg) Her eyes were locked onto Kasper’s crotch. “Cute miniature penis. Does it come in adult size as well?”
“W-what are yo-” He looked down at his crotch. He had forgotten to button up his fly! The tip of his penis shyly peeked out from beneath the cloth, flashing an entire room of women. A little pearl of precum glinted on the tip. “Ah!” Kasper hastily clasped his hands around his shame to hide his three inches of pleasure, prompting laughs from the surrounding guards. Even his bodyguard couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
Between giggle fits, his bodyguard said, “I-I’m sorry, my lord, I tri- I tried but…”
“Maybe she mistook your shrimp dick for a strange sort of decoration. It certainly doesn’t look like a member, after all.” Louder, she said to the surrounding women, “It seems the little lord does not know what fate would await his balls if he were to stick his teeny tiny stiffy where it is not wanted, but I doubt he would be able to make it past any girl’s curves anyway. That’s reassuring,” Lucille said, prompting more laughter.
With a head as red as a tomato, Kasper said, “Must you be so crass, guild master?” He really didn’t like Lucille. She had a strange way of making him feel unmanly, even when threatening to put the hurt on his balls. Suffice it to say, he was deeply disappointed when it had been her who had led the Calvinian rebels to Hôdoburg and not the infamous ‘Spearbreaker’. A royal knight infamous for exploiting a man’s weakness dangling between his legs and even keeping a tally of the testicles she had destroyed. Many nights he had fantasized about meeting her, and feeling the tip of her boot in his nuts.
Lucille laughed darkly, then bowed down and whispered to him. “I have emasculated more men than times you have seen the sun rise and fall, little lord. The same goes for making men cream their underwear. Trust me when I say, I know my way around a manhood, and yours barely qualifies as one.” His whimper was both fearful and excited. She flashed him a toothy smile. “Now put that little nub away, it’s time for the grand finale, wouldn’t you say? Time to end this war, lord baby carrot.”
He awkwardly rubbed his nose to try and hide how excited the implied threat had made him. Even if it was clearly hyperbole… right?
Not being one for grand speeches, Kasper gave the order to march. The rebels had contacted him just a few days ago, informing him of their plan. Of course, he had expected someone to make an attempt for the throne now that the news of the harbinger’s castration spread like wildfire. But he hadn’t expected the Calvinian resistance to try and usurp the throne in his name.
The hallways of the royal palace were deserted. Lord Kasper and the guard that had sworn to follow him on this most dangerous path, one that would either lead to glory or ruin, encountered none of the resistance they had expected. “How can this be? Where are Bruna’s soldiers, the berserkers she’s created?” he asked Lucille. The strange woman had opened her parasol, protecting her from the few stray rays penetrating the thick lead crystal windows.
“Maybe they have heard about the fearsome little stick in your lordship’s pants and fled.”
“M-my size is none of your concern!”
“It is, but not in the way you imagine. There are only a few reasons a man, a noble no less, would be as humble as you are without experiencing his nuts getting kicked into his throat regularly. It wasn’t hard to figure out you were… lacking, so to speak. Which is exactly why I support your bid to replace the queen.” Her smile looked to only be about fifty percent mocking. “But to answer your question… I had expected Bruna’s forces wouldn’t last. That they would tire themselves out after a short, intense burst of action. I guess that is only fitting given what they were consuming…”
“What do you mean?” Kasper asked.
“The wondrous potion these soldiers were fed gnawed at their souls. Those girls are barely human now, acting more like feral beasts. They only live to seek out balls now, trying to destroy them with no thought to self-preservation. But never mind that now, it seems one of Bruna’s faithful has decided to turn up.”
In front of them stood lady Yohanna, brown locks done up in a messy bun. If she usually looked like a bride on her wedding day, she now looked like she had just spent her wedding night going multiple rounds with an ogre.
“Lady Yohanna. I suggest you do not stand in our way.” *Unwavering voice, projecting outwards. Good, I nailed that,* Kasper thought.
She blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I never thought you of all people would have the balls to do this. What’s the matter, that punch to the nards you got from the little slime girl finally spur some growth down there?”
He froze, shocked by how close she was to the truth. Thankfully, Lucille answered for him. “Trust me, we have all seen what the little lord is packing. He is as small and pathetic as ever.”
“H-hey!”
Yohanna snorted. “I guess it’s a miracle, then.” She sighed. “You can relax, I’m not here to stop you. Instead, I want to join you.”
Determined not to let his manhood be questioned any further, encouraged by a quick nut squeeze from Eri, Kasper said, “I notice you have brought a distinct lack of forces with you, Yohanna.”
“I couldn’t… if this goes awry, I didn’t want any blame to fall on my house. If it’s just me, maybe Bruni would be satisfied with just my head…”
“Foolish. But I accept. Now get out of my way.”
“Look at the little lord, acting like he suddenly got some stones! Too bad there are only pebbles between your legs,” Lucille commented.
The stink eye he gave her left her entirely unimpressed, and so Kasper went up to the thick oak doors of Bruna’s private rooms. He breathed in deeply. “Courage, Eri, that’s all we need. A little courage,” he whispered. She gave his balls a reassuring squeeze. It made him wince slightly, but the pain helped move his fist. He pounded on the door.
“BRUNA I. OF HÔDOBURG! You have wagered the lives of the people and the coffers of the court on a war of conquest, and in return you have offered the manhood of Jim the adventurer! Due to… d-due to his c-castration as witnessed by the Sophian church, your rule no longer enjoys the blessing of Norea! I hereby proclaim you a tyrant and have come to demand you abdicate the throne!”
This was it. He had just sealed his fate. There was no turning back now, no pretending he didn’t plan to usurp the Cillian throne. He would either be king or get beheaded for treason.
When no answer came, he tried opening the door and to his surprise, it swung open without protest.
The inside was horrifying to behold. Everywhere he looked slaves were tied down, fastened to chairs and tables, upon and next to sofas or simply lying on the floor with rope tying their hands and feet and a wooden bar spreading their legs.
The room was a minefield of destroyed cocks. Some were just spotty with bruises, or bloody from chafing and ripped skin. But a few unlucky souls had their cocks broken, either snapped in the middle or nearly ripped off. Crucially, all of them were limp. [Pained moans ghosted through the air, a choir consisting of the fucked out husks of broken men.](https://imgur.com/a/bJfJOo2)
About half also had their balls beaten or crushed. One boy’s testicles were tied so tightly to a chair, the sack had started turning black, his infertility all but guaranteed. Blood and semen leaked from the spectacle of crushed manhoods.
“What on Bythos happened here…” Kasper muttered. A few animalistic grunts came from the back of the room, alongside rhythmic, wet slaps.
In the twilight of half-drawn curtains, a woman was grunting in effort as she held up a man’s legs in the amazon position, bouncing on a penis that had seen much healthier days. It was bruised like the other ones in the room but still remained impressively erect. The woman, meanwhile, was sweaty and dirty with streaks of cum and blood on her, her hair was undone, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Queen Bruna?”
Her head snapped around. Saliva dribbled from her chin. When she beheld Kasper, she jumped off of the cock, the head popping out of her wet cunt. With a grunt of “Cock!” she sprinted towards Kasper.
Before he could react, she ran up to him and punted him in the nuts. His eyes near bulged out of his head when her bare foot smashed into his loins with devastating accuracy. This was different from Eri’s nut punches or her squeezing his balls. This was a kick rattling his balls and ego to their core, one that shut off his brain and left him with no other thoughts besides ‘*stop the threat to my balls or be neutered*’.
But as he sank to the ground, whimpering, another thought managed to sneak into the back of his mind. *If Eri wasn’t currently in his sack, wrapped around his balls, that kick would have been even more devastating.* It sent a spike of terror through his heart and a twitch through his penis.
Bruna was on him before he could grab himself. She tore his clothes off of him with grunts of “Cock, fresh cock, more!” She plunged all of his three inches inside of her cunt and started bouncing on his dick. But when she noticed Kasper slid out immediately, she grabbed his whole package in her hand. Then she stuffed his entire manhood, balls and all, into her leaking cunt.
Her hole clamped down on tight on his balls, squishing them against each other inside her. The feeling was both pleasant and hellish at the same time. The queen rocked back and forth on his dick, trying her hardest to squeeze an orgasm out of it.
“M-my lord! Get off of him, you crazy bitch!” Kasper’s bodyguard tackled the queen to the ground. His package stretched painfully before it popped out of Bruna’s pussy.
“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, SO CLOSE, I’M ALMOST THERE, JUST NEED MORE COCK!” Bruna screeched.
Kasper groaned and carefully wrapped a hand around his junk. With a small burble, Eri peeked out from his cock, her face stretching through his fingers. The lord of Eibroh just shook his head and pushed the slime girl back inside of him, gritting his teeth.
On the ground in front of Kasper, Bruna wrestled with his bodyguard. She was hysterical, that much was clear, but she also seemed desperately horny. While trying to push the girl off of her, the queen of the Cillian republic rubbed her sex against the guard’s thigh.
Next to him, Yohanna gasped and pushed past the fighting women. She approached the man Bruna had been fucking just seconds before. His contused penis shone in green and blue spots but still stood proudly erect. And it was much, much larger than his, Kasper noticed with a pang of jealousy.
“Prince Filippo, are you alright? Oh no, look at what she’s done to you and your wonderful co- ahem, your face.” Yohanna gently wrapped her hand around the bruised dick. Filippo winced but smiled at her through the pain.
“My saviour. Have you come to free me from the evil clutches of that terrible woman?” prince Filippo weakly asked. Still, he managed to end with a winning smile.
“Oh my goodness, of course you sweet hunk of- Wait, let me check something.” Yohanna stuck her tongue out as she grabbed the prince by the balls. She rolled the nuts around in her hand, gave them a few test squeezes and dug her fingers into the meat of his balls all over. The sore royal nuts protested with screaming pain that wiped the prince’s smile off his face. But Yohanna seemed to be satisfied. “Good, Bruni didn’t break your clackers. For a moment, I thought I would have to crush and juice your broken plums to get your last load inside of me, haha.”
“What?”
“What?” Yohanna asked back, then shook her head. “Anyway, here, I’ll untie you. I’m going to care for you at my private estate in Affalstat.”
“Oh, that is most courteous of you, lady…?”
“Yohanna, silly. We met in the gardens, remember? Did you really forget? Never mind.” She bowed to his ear and whispered, “You will be calling me mistress in no time anyway…” She turned to no in particular and announced, “I will be taking care of this guy! You all handle the rest!”
A few minutes later, Yohanna had untied and moved prince Filippo out. She left behind a sore and confused Kasper.
Bruna had been subdued, mostly, and Kasper’s bodyguard had tied her hands behind her back. Now the queen was dragging her groin over the carpet, leaving a slimy trail.
“What the hell has happened to you…?” Kasper asked.
She fixed him with a wild stare. “It was her, that elf slut! She made me like this, but I’ll get her for it, I’ll have my revenge… Right after I’ve cum, I just- I need to cum. MAKE ME CUM!”
Kasper stared at the former queen with pity. “Your reign has ended. You have wagered so much and lost it all, Bruna.”
Lucille walked up next to him. “The harbinger has been castrated! With the testicles queen Bruna has staked her rule on smashed, she is unfit to reign over Cillia! In her place, lord Kasper of Eibroh will become king! Long live king Kasper!”
A chorus of cheers rang out among the guards, only occasionally interspersed by someone shouting “Cock!”.
The young man smiled and waved to the guards around him, all while, unbeknownst to anyone else, a slime girl smacked and squeezed his testicles in his ballsack, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
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“This is not what I have brought you here for!”
With a little wet crackle, Liriel’s fingers met when the resistance between them was crushed by the pressure. A small spurt of cum landed on the elf’s cheek.
Slowly, she turned and her dark eyes settled on Lilith. The goddess looked ridiculous as she stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently and pitching the world’s smallest tent in her panties.
“No?” Liriel asked, a smile curling her lips. “Then, please, tell me what you have brought me here for, your unholy smallness?”
“What’s that suppo- I mean, Raum has told me you have done nothing but pop this boy’s balls over and over again. Do you have anything to say to that?”
“I do,” Liriel nodded. Her hand grabbed the half-empty sack between Aramis’ legs. She isolated the leftover testicle from the mushy remains of its sibling and started squeezing it between her fingers. “It’s true. For the last few weeks, except for a little trip to see an old friend, I’ve done nothing but crack these two nuts over and over again.”
“And you think this *somehow* will lead Jim to me?!”
“No, I think he will make his way here without any one of us lifting a finger. But you don't really care what I think. You're here for something else, aren’t you.” Unseen by Lilith, a thin root started sprouting from the back of Liriel’s palm and wound itself around her arm.
“What's that supposed to mean?! And why are you so calm! You’d better watch out before I make you kneel before me!”
“Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you…” Liriel let go of Aramis’ ball, leaving it bruised but not broken. Yet. She leaned in, her voice a quiet whisper. “In fact, that’s your true goal, isn’t it? To make me kneel before you, my tits bouncing as I take my place beneath you…”
“T-that’s not at all what I-”
“My glossy, pink lips enveloping your cock, so warm and wet around your member. And then my tongue touches the tip of your cock, just a faint, bashful kiss at first before the taste of your cock spreads throughout my mouth. It fills my head with the need to taste you more, to explore every inch of your shaft before caressing the head again. I’m ready to receive your gift, to have my mouth filled with your hot cum and swallow all-”
“Eeeeep!” Lilith squeaked and fell forward, holding onto Liriel. The tiny erection in her panties wiggled excitedly and slowly, a small dark spot spread on the tip. A tiny bead of white seeped through and fell to the ground.
“Pathetic,” Liriel scoffed.
“N-No, I just…” Lilith panted, “I just need to catch my breath… Because that… would be so disgusting! Yeah!”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t just cum in your panties just from *talking to me*. I genuinely cannot tell what’s shorter, your penis or your fuse.”
“What?” Lilith managed to straighten up. “My cock is not small, it is mighty and fearsome! And I’m so good at sex that I have even made demons cum their brains ou- Eh?”
Liriel’s hand was suddenly in front of Lilith’s groin. She flicked her finger against the miniscule erection. “Ooooooh!” Lilith crossed her eyes as she came, a small spurt of thin, watery cum shooting through her panties. Liriel grabbed her below the arms and held her up, the goddess’s legs dangling and twitching in empty air.
“That little nub between your legs isn’t even worth being called a cock. I have seen squirrels with bigger dicks. The fact that you think that anything you have done with that acorn could qualify as sex is hilarious.”
“P-put me down right now, or else-”
Whereas before Liriel’s voice had been neutral, it now took on an icy darkness. “I do not appreciate being threatened, little goddess. You would do well to remember one thing.”
Roots that had climbed up Lilith’s legs reached her panties. It circled around her tiny penis before wrapping tightly around her little balls.
“You have testicles, and I do not.”
With the creaking of wood, the roots pulled down, squishing Lilith’s balls to the bottom of her nutsack and stretching their cords to their utmost.
“Nggh, aaah, m-my balls, s-stop!” She wiggled in Liriel’s grasp, which only stretched her nuts further away from her body. “S-SERIOUSLY, STOP! YOU’LL PULL OFF MY BALLS!”
Liriel smiled. “Would that I could, baby dick. It would make everything so much easier. But no, those tiny nuts just refuse to pop. What is it, a curse? Divine retribution? I had my doubts a goddess would let herself be stuck with a useless pair of berries like that, but here we are. They can't even break like a real pair. This clearly wasn't your choice.”
“Nngh…”
“It's wonderful how much they can deform still, despite being indestructible.”
“Guh, you leave me no choice…” Lilith squeaked as her raisin-sized nuts started to get pulled down to between her knees. Darkness swirled around her hand and with determination, she groped Liriel’s right breast. “Let me go!”
“I see… But I have a better idea.” From below, a thin root whipped up and slapped Lilith’s balls, leaving a red line across them.
Immediately, the darkness around her hand disappeared. For a second or two, she just looked at the elf in shock. Then she started crying, loudly, sobbing. “My baaaaalls, staaahp!”
Twice more, a root whipped her nuts. It made the goddess shut up long enough for Liriel to talk. “I dislike being ordered even more than being threatened.” Another root wound around the middle of her balls, crunching down so tightly it almost split them in two. The little ovals took on the shape of kidney beans, and were about as small as well. “You will find that you have no power over me. When you and your ilk made me maiden of darkness, you have made me the very essence of dark magic. As you are right now, with those two tiny flaws dangling between your legs, you have no hopes of controlling me.”
Without a word from Liriel, the roots pulling on Lilith’s nuts suddenly lifted them up, and wrapped them around her micropenis. The erect shaft was entirely lost in the bed of scrotum.
Liriel’s knee struck upwards, right into the tight little package of nuts and dick. Lilith moaned and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Three more times, the elf kneed her in the balls before letting the goddess fall to the floor.
“I would keep playing with you, but I need you to keep the rest of hell under control. And it is much more fun mangling a pair of nuts that can actually pop. Isn’t that right, Aramis?”
The foxkin had been delirious from suffering yet another rupture, but he was now slowly coming back to his senses due to the break he had been afforded. His breath started to hitch as he felt Liriel grab his sack, pushing the broken remains of his right testicle out of the way so that she could press her thumb into his left nut.
“Remember, Lilith. I own your nuts.”
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“My lord? Everyone is waiting for you to give the order.”
“Just a moment, please. I will be right out,” Kasper replied. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled again. “It’s fine, I can do this. It’s not like this is a life and death situati- oh, who am I kidding, that’s exactly what this is. One more, please?”
“Ewi?” Eri asked. These past weeks, her burbles and babbles had started to approach something similar to pronunciation.
Whether she really understood him or not, his intentions were made clear to her when he grabbed his dick with two fingers and lifted it up to present the two little marbles underneath to her. With a happy glint in her eyes, the slime girl immediately fixated on the small bulges in his sack.
She gurgled cheerily and slammed a wet fist into the unprotected nutsack. “Urgh, fuck, so good… thank you, Er- EEK!” With a *splat*, another punch rattled his unsuspecting balls. Kasper clutched his nuts and sank to his knees.
“Ooooh… you racked me before I was ready…” he squeaked. “G-good job…” He raised a shaky hand to Eri’s head and patted her. The slime girl wiggled in delight, clutching her cheeks to stop her smile from drifting all over her body.
With a groan, he forced himself to stand again. “A-alright, we need to get going- no, wait!” Before Kasper could stop her, the cheery creature had swung her hand at his balls again, this time only hitting his left testicle. It jumped up and down more than it swung and the noble closed his eyes. Breathing in slowly, he managed to not cry out, stifling it to a thin squeal. Holding his little penis towards her, he grabbed his balls with the other. “It’s time to go, Eri. Come on.”
She giggled and then grabbed his stiff dick. The little slime wasn’t sad or disappointed, after all, they both knew this would hardly be the end of their ballbusting fun. Her gooey fingers spread his cock, forcing a gasp from Kasper. It had got easier since the first time they had devised this method of staying together under the watchful eyes of Bruna’s maids and butlers, but it was still incredibly uncomfortable for him. Not to mention that it felt so *violating* - in an exciting way, he had to admit.
Slowly, she pushed her fingers, then her hand and finally all of her arm inside his dick. Then came her other arm, then her head and the rest of her body. Her slithery tendrils felt her way around inside of him until she arrived at his most special and most fragile place.
Eri gave his balls a little squeeze from inside his ballbag to signify she was ready. Lord Kasper cleared his throat, quickly pulled up his pants and walked out of the room a little more bow-legged than normal. As uncomfortable as Eri pushing herself inside his penis was, he had to admit that the full feeling of his sack was intoxicating. He felt so *manly*, even if it wasn’t the weight of his own manhood he was feeling.
“Please excu-” His voice sounded like a little boy. He cleared his throat once more. “Ahem, please excuse my tardiness.”
The woman in front of him was one of his personal guards. Like the rest, she towered over him, peering over her chest at him with concern. “My lord, there you are! Is everything alright, do you need me to help- Oh.” A faint blush crept on her face as she stared at him.
Kasper felt that familiar annoyance take hold of him. Also like the rest of the women in his life, she treated him almost like a child. “I do *not* need your help, thank you very much. I am very much capable of going to the toilet by myself.”
“Oh, uhm, yes, it’s just that… well, I can see… Uhm…”
He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. “Out with it, woman! What can you see?”
“Well, it’s, uhm, I mean we can all see your… Gosh, a-are you cold, my lord?”
“Of course not! I am perfectly warm, what’s this nonsense about?”
“Not even *a little* cold? My lord,” the guard said and snickered.
“No! Now, if you are done asking inane questions, lead the way.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, but a raised eyebrow from the small noble shut her up. “Very well, follow me, my lord.”
As they made their way through the barracks, multiple women of the city guard stared at him and badly hid their laughter. When they saw Kasper walk by, almost all of them started smiling or gasped loudly, only to turn to their next companion and whisper to them. A lot of them made a curious gesture, pinching their fingers together. Some cooed when they beheld him, saying things like *‘Aww, so cute!’* and similar such remarks.
“It seems the new guards haven’t realized the gravity of the situation we are about to face. I know I am not the tallest man, but it seems they are excessively amused by my size.”
“W-well, it is- I mean, you are rather short and thin, my l-lord…” His bodyguard pressed her hand against her lips to stop herself from laughing. She gestured towards a desk with two sparse chairs.
“Still, the men of the city guard weren’t held up to high standards. I would have thought they were used to men that don’t tower over them.” Instead of sitting on a chair, he turned to face the room and placed a foot on the seat. It was a dynamic pose he had often practised in front of a mirror.
“Ah, maybe you should sit down, my lord? It would hide how small you are,” she said, but a glare from Kasper told her he didn’t agree. His bodyguard stared at his mid. “Very well… M-maybe the girls are just feeling cheeky because of how many men were defeated. Especially given *how* they were defeated.”
“Oh?” Kasper felt a small shiver trickle down his spine and a twitch in his loins. “How were they defeated?” A quick glance told him she still wasn’t looking him in the face and his eyes dropped to the collar of her shirt. She’d had to open the first three buttons to even get it on, entrusting the fourth to keep her tits safe and covered. It was a fight the poor button would lose eventually, given time and the physics of large mammaries in motion.
“You know, the way only men can be defeated…”
“I don’t quite follow,” he said. By the bumps poking through the cloth, she wasn’t wearing a girdle underneath.
“By that I mean, they entered the fight as men and came out either half of what they were before… or not at all.”
He could feel the blood rushing to his groin. Eri seemed to take notice as well, he could feel her curiously run her hands over his balls. *If only she would squeeze right now…*, he thought. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he spoke again. “You mean they were changed by the fight? How so?”
“Goddess, your lordship, this is a danger every man should be aware of… After all, it concerns the weakness that comes with being born male. Surely you know what happens to a man when he angers a woman. It is something that may yet happen to you,” she said, then muttered, “even if your targets are so small…”
He swallowed but his mouth was dry. “A weakness? But men are stronger and taller than women, are you sure you aren’t making this up?”
His bodyguard giggled, sending a distracting tremble through the cleavage. “My lord, I worry about your future. Do you really not know how easily a girl could put you on your knees with a single kick? How easily exploited your two dangling weaknesses are?”
Another voice suddenly interrupted them, startling them both. “She means to say these men lost because they were kicked, punched, stabbed or otherwise hurt in their precious little nuts. Their balls. Their testicles. And if you do not know how even an untrained woman could rack your fragile balls so hard, you would be a whimpering puddle at her feet, then you are either truly stupid or truly blessed. It is hard to tell which.”
[Before them stood a pale woman in a preposterous black dress, tapping the tip of a black parasol against the stone floor.](https://imgur.com/a/cUOU0Fg) Her eyes were locked onto Kasper’s crotch. “Cute miniature penis. Does it come in adult size as well?”
“W-what are yo-” He looked down at his crotch. He had forgotten to button up his fly! The tip of his penis shyly peeked out from beneath the cloth, flashing an entire room of women. A little pearl of precum glinted on the tip. “Ah!” Kasper hastily clasped his hands around his shame to hide his three inches of pleasure, prompting laughs from the surrounding guards. Even his bodyguard couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
Between giggle fits, his bodyguard said, “I-I’m sorry, my lord, I tri- I tried but…”
“Maybe she mistook your shrimp dick for a strange sort of decoration. It certainly doesn’t look like a member, after all.” Louder, she said to the surrounding women, “It seems the little lord does not know what fate would await his balls if he were to stick his teeny tiny stiffy where it is not wanted, but I doubt he would be able to make it past any girl’s curves anyway. That’s reassuring,” Lucille said, prompting more laughter.
With a head as red as a tomato, Kasper said, “Must you be so crass, guild master?” He really didn’t like Lucille. She had a strange way of making him feel unmanly, even when threatening to put the hurt on his balls. Suffice it to say, he was deeply disappointed when it had been her who had led the Calvinian rebels to Hôdoburg and not the infamous ‘Spearbreaker’. A royal knight infamous for exploiting a man’s weakness dangling between his legs and even keeping a tally of the testicles she had destroyed. Many nights he had fantasized about meeting her, and feeling the tip of her boot in his nuts.
Lucille laughed darkly, then bowed down and whispered to him. “I have emasculated more men than times you have seen the sun rise and fall, little lord. The same goes for making men cream their underwear. Trust me when I say, I know my way around a manhood, and yours barely qualifies as one.” His whimper was both fearful and excited. She flashed him a toothy smile. “Now put that little nub away, it’s time for the grand finale, wouldn’t you say? Time to end this war, lord baby carrot.”
He awkwardly rubbed his nose to try and hide how excited the implied threat had made him. Even if it was clearly hyperbole… right?
Not being one for grand speeches, Kasper gave the order to march. The rebels had contacted him just a few days ago, informing him of their plan. Of course, he had expected someone to make an attempt for the throne now that the news of the harbinger’s castration spread like wildfire. But he hadn’t expected the Calvinian resistance to try and usurp the throne in his name.
The hallways of the royal palace were deserted. Lord Kasper and the guard that had sworn to follow him on this most dangerous path, one that would either lead to glory or ruin, encountered none of the resistance they had expected. “How can this be? Where are Bruna’s soldiers, the berserkers she’s created?” he asked Lucille. The strange woman had opened her parasol, protecting her from the few stray rays penetrating the thick lead crystal windows.
“Maybe they have heard about the fearsome little stick in your lordship’s pants and fled.”
“M-my size is none of your concern!”
“It is, but not in the way you imagine. There are only a few reasons a man, a noble no less, would be as humble as you are without experiencing his nuts getting kicked into his throat regularly. It wasn’t hard to figure out you were… lacking, so to speak. Which is exactly why I support your bid to replace the queen.” Her smile looked to only be about fifty percent mocking. “But to answer your question… I had expected Bruna’s forces wouldn’t last. That they would tire themselves out after a short, intense burst of action. I guess that is only fitting given what they were consuming…”
“What do you mean?” Kasper asked.
“The wondrous potion these soldiers were fed gnawed at their souls. Those girls are barely human now, acting more like feral beasts. They only live to seek out balls now, trying to destroy them with no thought to self-preservation. But never mind that now, it seems one of Bruna’s faithful has decided to turn up.”
In front of them stood lady Yohanna, brown locks done up in a messy bun. If she usually looked like a bride on her wedding day, she now looked like she had just spent her wedding night going multiple rounds with an ogre.
“Lady Yohanna. I suggest you do not stand in our way.” *Unwavering voice, projecting outwards. Good, I nailed that,* Kasper thought.
She blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I never thought you of all people would have the balls to do this. What’s the matter, that punch to the nards you got from the little slime girl finally spur some growth down there?”
He froze, shocked by how close she was to the truth. Thankfully, Lucille answered for him. “Trust me, we have all seen what the little lord is packing. He is as small and pathetic as ever.”
“H-hey!”
Yohanna snorted. “I guess it’s a miracle, then.” She sighed. “You can relax, I’m not here to stop you. Instead, I want to join you.”
Determined not to let his manhood be questioned any further, encouraged by a quick nut squeeze from Eri, Kasper said, “I notice you have brought a distinct lack of forces with you, Yohanna.”
“I couldn’t… if this goes awry, I didn’t want any blame to fall on my house. If it’s just me, maybe Bruni would be satisfied with just my head…”
“Foolish. But I accept. Now get out of my way.”
“Look at the little lord, acting like he suddenly got some stones! Too bad there are only pebbles between your legs,” Lucille commented.
The stink eye he gave her left her entirely unimpressed, and so Kasper went up to the thick oak doors of Bruna’s private rooms. He breathed in deeply. “Courage, Eri, that’s all we need. A little courage,” he whispered. She gave his balls a reassuring squeeze. It made him wince slightly, but the pain helped move his fist. He pounded on the door.
“BRUNA I. OF HÔDOBURG! You have wagered the lives of the people and the coffers of the court on a war of conquest, and in return you have offered the manhood of Jim the adventurer! Due to… d-due to his c-castration as witnessed by the Sophian church, your rule no longer enjoys the blessing of Norea! I hereby proclaim you a tyrant and have come to demand you abdicate the throne!”
This was it. He had just sealed his fate. There was no turning back now, no pretending he didn’t plan to usurp the Cillian throne. He would either be king or get beheaded for treason.
When no answer came, he tried opening the door and to his surprise, it swung open without protest.
The inside was horrifying to behold. Everywhere he looked slaves were tied down, fastened to chairs and tables, upon and next to sofas or simply lying on the floor with rope tying their hands and feet and a wooden bar spreading their legs.
The room was a minefield of destroyed cocks. Some were just spotty with bruises, or bloody from chafing and ripped skin. But a few unlucky souls had their cocks broken, either snapped in the middle or nearly ripped off. Crucially, all of them were limp. [Pained moans ghosted through the air, a choir consisting of the fucked out husks of broken men.](https://imgur.com/a/bJfJOo2)
About half also had their balls beaten or crushed. One boy’s testicles were tied so tightly to a chair, the sack had started turning black, his infertility all but guaranteed. Blood and semen leaked from the spectacle of crushed manhoods.
“What on Bythos happened here…” Kasper muttered. A few animalistic grunts came from the back of the room, alongside rhythmic, wet slaps.
In the twilight of half-drawn curtains, a woman was grunting in effort as she held up a man’s legs in the amazon position, bouncing on a penis that had seen much healthier days. It was bruised like the other ones in the room but still remained impressively erect. The woman, meanwhile, was sweaty and dirty with streaks of cum and blood on her, her hair was undone, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Queen Bruna?”
Her head snapped around. Saliva dribbled from her chin. When she beheld Kasper, she jumped off of the cock, the head popping out of her wet cunt. With a grunt of “Cock!” she sprinted towards Kasper.
Before he could react, she ran up to him and punted him in the nuts. His eyes near bulged out of his head when her bare foot smashed into his loins with devastating accuracy. This was different from Eri’s nut punches or her squeezing his balls. This was a kick rattling his balls and ego to their core, one that shut off his brain and left him with no other thoughts besides ‘*stop the threat to my balls or be neutered*’.
But as he sank to the ground, whimpering, another thought managed to sneak into the back of his mind. *If Eri wasn’t currently in his sack, wrapped around his balls, that kick would have been even more devastating.* It sent a spike of terror through his heart and a twitch through his penis.
Bruna was on him before he could grab himself. She tore his clothes off of him with grunts of “Cock, fresh cock, more!” She plunged all of his three inches inside of her cunt and started bouncing on his dick. But when she noticed Kasper slid out immediately, she grabbed his whole package in her hand. Then she stuffed his entire manhood, balls and all, into her leaking cunt.
Her hole clamped down on tight on his balls, squishing them against each other inside her. The feeling was both pleasant and hellish at the same time. The queen rocked back and forth on his dick, trying her hardest to squeeze an orgasm out of it.
“M-my lord! Get off of him, you crazy bitch!” Kasper’s bodyguard tackled the queen to the ground. His package stretched painfully before it popped out of Bruna’s pussy.
“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, SO CLOSE, I’M ALMOST THERE, JUST NEED MORE COCK!” Bruna screeched.
Kasper groaned and carefully wrapped a hand around his junk. With a small burble, Eri peeked out from his cock, her face stretching through his fingers. The lord of Eibroh just shook his head and pushed the slime girl back inside of him, gritting his teeth.
On the ground in front of Kasper, Bruna wrestled with his bodyguard. She was hysterical, that much was clear, but she also seemed desperately horny. While trying to push the girl off of her, the queen of the Cillian republic rubbed her sex against the guard’s thigh.
Next to him, Yohanna gasped and pushed past the fighting women. She approached the man Bruna had been fucking just seconds before. His contused penis shone in green and blue spots but still stood proudly erect. And it was much, much larger than his, Kasper noticed with a pang of jealousy.
“Prince Filippo, are you alright? Oh no, look at what she’s done to you and your wonderful co- ahem, your face.” Yohanna gently wrapped her hand around the bruised dick. Filippo winced but smiled at her through the pain.
“My saviour. Have you come to free me from the evil clutches of that terrible woman?” prince Filippo weakly asked. Still, he managed to end with a winning smile.
“Oh my goodness, of course you sweet hunk of- Wait, let me check something.” Yohanna stuck her tongue out as she grabbed the prince by the balls. She rolled the nuts around in her hand, gave them a few test squeezes and dug her fingers into the meat of his balls all over. The sore royal nuts protested with screaming pain that wiped the prince’s smile off his face. But Yohanna seemed to be satisfied. “Good, Bruni didn’t break your clackers. For a moment, I thought I would have to crush and juice your broken plums to get your last load inside of me, haha.”
“What?”
“What?” Yohanna asked back, then shook her head. “Anyway, here, I’ll untie you. I’m going to care for you at my private estate in Affalstat.”
“Oh, that is most courteous of you, lady…?”
“Yohanna, silly. We met in the gardens, remember? Did you really forget? Never mind.” She bowed to his ear and whispered, “You will be calling me mistress in no time anyway…” She turned to no in particular and announced, “I will be taking care of this guy! You all handle the rest!”
A few minutes later, Yohanna had untied and moved prince Filippo out. She left behind a sore and confused Kasper.
Bruna had been subdued, mostly, and Kasper’s bodyguard had tied her hands behind her back. Now the queen was dragging her groin over the carpet, leaving a slimy trail.
“What the hell has happened to you…?” Kasper asked.
She fixed him with a wild stare. “It was her, that elf slut! She made me like this, but I’ll get her for it, I’ll have my revenge… Right after I’ve cum, I just- I need to cum. MAKE ME CUM!”
Kasper stared at the former queen with pity. “Your reign has ended. You have wagered so much and lost it all, Bruna.”
Lucille walked up next to him. “The harbinger has been castrated! With the testicles queen Bruna has staked her rule on smashed, she is unfit to reign over Cillia! In her place, lord Kasper of Eibroh will become king! Long live king Kasper!”
A chorus of cheers rang out among the guards, only occasionally interspersed by someone shouting “Cock!”.
The young man smiled and waved to the guards around him, all while, unbeknownst to anyone else, a slime girl smacked and squeezed his testicles in his ballsack, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
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“This is not what I have brought you here for!”
With a little wet crackle, Liriel’s fingers met when the resistance between them was crushed by the pressure. A small spurt of cum landed on the elf’s cheek.
Slowly, she turned and her dark eyes settled on Lilith. The goddess looked ridiculous as she stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently and pitching the world’s smallest tent in her panties.
“No?” Liriel asked, a smile curling her lips. “Then, please, tell me what you have brought me here for, your unholy smallness?”
“What’s that suppo- I mean, Raum has told me you have done nothing but pop this boy’s balls over and over again. Do you have anything to say to that?”
“I do,” Liriel nodded. Her hand grabbed the half-empty sack between Aramis’ legs. She isolated the leftover testicle from the mushy remains of its sibling and started squeezing it between her fingers. “It’s true. For the last few weeks, except for a little trip to see an old friend, I’ve done nothing but crack these two nuts over and over again.”
“And you think this *somehow* will lead Jim to me?!”
“No, I think he will make his way here without any one of us lifting a finger. But you don't really care what I think. You're here for something else, aren’t you.” Unseen by Lilith, a thin root started sprouting from the back of Liriel’s palm and wound itself around her arm.
“What's that supposed to mean?! And why are you so calm! You’d better watch out before I make you kneel before me!”
“Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you…” Liriel let go of Aramis’ ball, leaving it bruised but not broken. Yet. She leaned in, her voice a quiet whisper. “In fact, that’s your true goal, isn’t it? To make me kneel before you, my tits bouncing as I take my place beneath you…”
“T-that’s not at all what I-”
“My glossy, pink lips enveloping your cock, so warm and wet around your member. And then my tongue touches the tip of your cock, just a faint, bashful kiss at first before the taste of your cock spreads throughout my mouth. It fills my head with the need to taste you more, to explore every inch of your shaft before caressing the head again. I’m ready to receive your gift, to have my mouth filled with your hot cum and swallow all-”
“Eeeeep!” Lilith squeaked and fell forward, holding onto Liriel. The tiny erection in her panties wiggled excitedly and slowly, a small dark spot spread on the tip. A tiny bead of white seeped through and fell to the ground.
“Pathetic,” Liriel scoffed.
“N-No, I just…” Lilith panted, “I just need to catch my breath… Because that… would be so disgusting! Yeah!”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t just cum in your panties just from *talking to me*. I genuinely cannot tell what’s shorter, your penis or your fuse.”
“What?” Lilith managed to straighten up. “My cock is not small, it is mighty and fearsome! And I’m so good at sex that I have even made demons cum their brains ou- Eh?”
Liriel’s hand was suddenly in front of Lilith’s groin. She flicked her finger against the miniscule erection. “Ooooooh!” Lilith crossed her eyes as she came, a small spurt of thin, watery cum shooting through her panties. Liriel grabbed her below the arms and held her up, the goddess’s legs dangling and twitching in empty air.
“That little nub between your legs isn’t even worth being called a cock. I have seen squirrels with bigger dicks. The fact that you think that anything you have done with that acorn could qualify as sex is hilarious.”
“P-put me down right now, or else-”
Whereas before Liriel’s voice had been neutral, it now took on an icy darkness. “I do not appreciate being threatened, little goddess. You would do well to remember one thing.”
Roots that had climbed up Lilith’s legs reached her panties. It circled around her tiny penis before wrapping tightly around her little balls.
“You have testicles, and I do not.”
With the creaking of wood, the roots pulled down, squishing Lilith’s balls to the bottom of her nutsack and stretching their cords to their utmost.
“Nggh, aaah, m-my balls, s-stop!” She wiggled in Liriel’s grasp, which only stretched her nuts further away from her body. “S-SERIOUSLY, STOP! YOU’LL PULL OFF MY BALLS!”
Liriel smiled. “Would that I could, baby dick. It would make everything so much easier. But no, those tiny nuts just refuse to pop. What is it, a curse? Divine retribution? I had my doubts a goddess would let herself be stuck with a useless pair of berries like that, but here we are. They can't even break like a real pair. This clearly wasn't your choice.”
“Nngh…”
“It's wonderful how much they can deform still, despite being indestructible.”
“Guh, you leave me no choice…” Lilith squeaked as her raisin-sized nuts started to get pulled down to between her knees. Darkness swirled around her hand and with determination, she groped Liriel’s right breast. “Let me go!”
“I see… But I have a better idea.” From below, a thin root whipped up and slapped Lilith’s balls, leaving a red line across them.
Immediately, the darkness around her hand disappeared. For a second or two, she just looked at the elf in shock. Then she started crying, loudly, sobbing. “My baaaaalls, staaahp!”
Twice more, a root whipped her nuts. It made the goddess shut up long enough for Liriel to talk. “I dislike being ordered even more than being threatened.” Another root wound around the middle of her balls, crunching down so tightly it almost split them in two. The little ovals took on the shape of kidney beans, and were about as small as well. “You will find that you have no power over me. When you and your ilk made me maiden of darkness, you have made me the very essence of dark magic. As you are right now, with those two tiny flaws dangling between your legs, you have no hopes of controlling me.”
Without a word from Liriel, the roots pulling on Lilith’s nuts suddenly lifted them up, and wrapped them around her micropenis. The erect shaft was entirely lost in the bed of scrotum.
Liriel’s knee struck upwards, right into the tight little package of nuts and dick. Lilith moaned and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Three more times, the elf kneed her in the balls before letting the goddess fall to the floor.
“I would keep playing with you, but I need you to keep the rest of hell under control. And it is much more fun mangling a pair of nuts that can actually pop. Isn’t that right, Aramis?”
The foxkin had been delirious from suffering yet another rupture, but he was now slowly coming back to his senses due to the break he had been afforded. His breath started to hitch as he felt Liriel grab his sack, pushing the broken remains of his right testicle out of the way so that she could press her thumb into his left nut.
“Remember, Lilith. I own your nuts.”
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*An interlude chapter of sorts, but one of importance. It feels good to tie off a few little threads in the story, just about 99 left to go.*
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