Nunchuck to nuts

\[m/m, ballbusting, castration, self-harm, accident, nunchuck, gym\]

Posters decorated the walls, dumbells and kettlebells were on the bench, the threadmill was in the corner. Own personal basement gym was a must-have for a young man like Jon. There was a power rack with a mirror where he could ogle his trained body. A new hot toy had arrived today.

"Ca-chunk," ringed the chain.

The chain was connected to two black wooden sticks with dragon engravings. Nunchuck. Awesome one. The chain was made of gilded steel. The ends of the sticks were reinforced with gilded steel caps as well. The edges of these metal rings were sharp, for additional lethality. Jon wanted the nunchuck be the a deadly weapon.

Jon had already done his warm-up. He was a young man with a boyish face, blue eyes and a muscular body. Only clothes he had was blue lycra pants, which hugged his body almost like a second skin. Jon put his arms forward and prepared to try out his new toy. The mirror reflected the stance. He greatly enjoyed the idea of his body being a dangerous weapon.

Jon knew what he was doing. First he made figure eight, then started switching arms - left, right, left again, right again. The nunchuck was loudly splitting air.

"Wheesh, whoosh," it responded.

It was awesome. Jon imagined cracking some loser's skull with a swift swing. He grinned. Jon relished in his undeniable masculinity. He stared at himself in the mirror, muscles contracting and sweat running. Nunchuk's stick were gaining momentum, as he twirled the sticks faster and faster.

"Hrrmph," Jon grunted.

He had so much power in his hands. The sticks flew faster and faster. Jon was the one with the nunchuck, his mind was overflowing with the sense of his awesomeness.

"Fuck yea!"

He was a weapon, he was dangerous, he was the definition of the badass. Jon never felt as manly as in this moment, in the flow, in the movement of the deadly nunchuck. He could take on anybody. Any loser who would dare to even look at him wrong...

"Thwack!"

Jon had a sudden and strange feeling that he had fucked up. What had really happened hadn't really hit him yet. A high pitch squeal escaped through his locked teeth.

"Eeeeee..."

Jon's knees trembled, and he started to sink to the floor. For a brief moment he felt the cold steel touching his precious balls, and almost immediately the feeling changed into hot burning sensation.

"Eeeeeeeee..."

The deadly end of the nunchuck had split his balls open. It had unexpectedly changed the trajectory, and, going in an arch, crushed into his crotch. The sharp metal ring at the end of the stick, had cut through the lycra, his sack, and finally the outer shell of his nuts.

"Eeeeeeeeeeee..."

Nunchuck fell from Jon's hand. He felt the tear in his pants become larger, and his still stiff dick jump out of the hole. Instinctively Jon grabbed his balls, and felt something warm and gooey seep through his fingers.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

His nut goo was spilling on the floor. Jon's left ball had turned into pulp on impact, while the right ball was had split in two. Jon locked the fingers around his ballsack in futile attempts to save the insides of his nuts from escaping. He dropped on his knees.

"My... balls..." Jon whispered.

He had made a disastrous mistake. Jon's eyes twitched, then the world blurred as manly tears appeared in his eyes. He lost the sense of balance and dropped face-first on the floor. His fingers couldn't keep the grip. Last thing Jon remembered was the remains of ball matter slip through the hole in his ballsack, ooze through his fingers and onto the dirty gym mat.



(This short story is basically a synopsis of a short comic I made. You can read the comic here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/castrationstories/comments/1jscnoj/nunchuck\_to\_nuts/](https://www.reddit.com/r/castrationstories/comments/1jscnoj/nunchuck_to_nuts/) This is the first time I made a comic, so that's very exciting for me!)