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Minh fell to the rubber mat below, barely making sense of the impossible pain and ecstatic relief overwhelming him.
He wasn’t a virgin. He’d fucked. He came inside a real girl, not his hand.
And he’d lost a ball for it. Even if he could deny what every alarm in his body screamed, and the shrieking pain echoing out from the bloated nexus between his legs, his probing fingers confirmed it. His left ball was gone. Forever.
It was too much. Not just the pain, but the….everything. His virginity, gone. The only thing he’d thought about, dreamt of, for 15 years — he had it, and it had cost…that.
It was too much. Far too much. It had felt incredible, just like he’d fantasized, her slick, gripping pussy lips hugging his throbbing cock tightly as he shot his load —
—And her cruel thumbs had dug in, turning his left plum into plum sauce, then pressing into his remaining right one so hard she’d squelched the remainder of his orgasm. No man could go through that and stay sane.
“No no no no no no no no NO.” He babbled nonsensically. Natalie turned away from his brother’s spurting cock, carefully wiping the cum from her eyes and flicking it away. She looked down at him sympathetically, wincing at his lumpy ballbag.
She was crying. She must’ve felt bad. She…
…had her mouth hanging open and her hands between her legs, rubbing furiously.
He watched in despair as her almond-shaped eyes rolled back into her head and she let out her own shout.
“YES! Oh my gosh, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. You did amazing. Your ball…I could feel it pulling up, like in my hand, like it was trying to escape, or cum one last time — I mean, I guess you did that — it was amazing. Thank you! This…you…your brother…I couldn’t imagine a better first time.”
“I really hope you enjoyed it too. I know it’s scary, since it’s your first and your last at the same time, and we’re so public, but I really hope you liked it as much as I did.”
“Please…you popped it.” Minh sobbed. “Can I at least…at least keep the other one?”
Natalie winced. She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. Her expression changed subtly.
“Yes. You…you did so good, I’ll let you keep your right ball.” Relief flooded through him, but her next sentence replaced it with icy panic.
“But I really need to castrate your brother.” Minh felt himself go even more lightheaded.
“No, he wants kids. We both want kids.”
“Ok, but I need to castrate one of you. And if you help me with him, I’ll let you keep your last nut. Otherwise…I’ll still try to castrate him, and I’ll probably win. No offense, but you guys aren’t very good at fighting.” She grimaced. “And once he’s neutered, I’d take your last ball too.”
“I can’t…I can’t betray him. I can’t let him down.”
She winced. “Minh…If you don’t, I promise I’ll take your last nut. I mean it. Think about who you’ll be letting down then. Your bro will still be neutered, but your parents, your grandparents, your aunts and uncles…you’ll be letting down your whole family tree. Please, Minh, I’m giving you a chance to reproduce after entering the arena. That’s really rare. Don’t waste it.”
Through the pain and trauma, Minh couldn’t help but see her logic. He loved his brother as much as any man could… But there was no point in risking both of their nuts. He needed to ensure the Nguyen family line didn’t die in the arena.
“Ok. Ok. If you promise to let me keep my other one…I’ll help you win. Just…Be quick. Don’t torture him. He’s my brother.”
“Ok. I promise.” She kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you so much. I know it must’ve hurt when your ball popped — you don’t want to feel that again, right? No man would. Hung will understand…someday. I promise.”
Hung’s face was pressed against the mat, the smell of bleach and rubber almost comforting against the pain between his legs. His ass was in the air, as if pushing it up away from his brain would dampen the excruciating throbbing pain echoing out from his ruptured gonad. He was still pumping his cock, rubbing his foreskin against his cockhead, desperate for the stimulation even as he felt the remnants of his left testicle dribbling weakly out of his dick.
The kicks, the blows, the punches…every second since entering the ring has brought some new testicular nightmare. But he hadn’t truly understood pain until she’d bit down all the way. He had been able to feel her chew, and grind, not quite hard enough to break the skin but purposeful and methodical, making sure to take away every piece of his former testicle until she spat him out, not even caring about his orgasm. He could still feel it sliding around inside his scrotum, nauseatingly wet and disconnected from him, shattered nerves still singing with burning.
As his climax finally nearly finished, he staggered to his feet, nearly slipping in the wet pool he’d made on the mat.
He saw the psycho bitch he’d just facefucked whispering in his brother’s ear, Minh’s cum still sliding out of her pussy.
His first blowjob had felt as good as he'd hoped… Until she’d chewed his testicle into peanut butter. He shuddered at the pain, even as he milked the last few drops of cum from his flaccid dick.
Still…At least he still had one nut. And he’d gotten a blowjob. But god, it wasn't worth the pain of a rupture.
Minh was standing, and shakily made his way over to his brother. Hung glanced between his legs, and winced at the sight of his twin’s own missing nut.
“Bro…she popped you too?”
“Yeah.” Minh was crying. “Right as I came. She didn't even let me enjoy it, just pinched my cord while it happened.” He was sobbing now.
“Dude…don't let her see you like that. You can't give her the satisfaction. We're not castrated yet, we just have to team up and defend ourselves.”
“No. She’s…she's too strong. I'm sorry dude. I…I told her to make it fast.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Just…just let her take it. I can still continue the family line. Just let her pop your last ball, and it'll all be over.”
Hung’s mouth hung open. “No. No no no no. Bro, look at me. We just need to —”
Minh ran behind his own brother and pulled his hands from his crotch. Hung tried to stop him, but he was still weak from the pain in his half-neutered scrotum, and couldn’t resist his brother when he locked his elbows behind his back. Limp but held up in his brother’s arms, Hung sobbed as he felt his brother hold him tight and spread his legs apart with his feet.
Natalie couldn’t believe how easy it had been.
She’d been disappointed with herself, to be sure. She’d wanted to hold off her climax until the end of the bout. Unlike most of the girls in the arena, Natalie didn’t have the sex drive to cum more than once in a row. She’d always been a one-and-done girl at home, even while fantasizing about marathon sessions, hitting climax after climax as she splattered imaginary gonad after gonad into infertile mush.
But here, in the arena, with two men she’d just halfstrated herself…she could feel warmth creep back down into her slick pussy. For the first time in her life, she’d get to cum again. She wishfully dreamed of managing even a third one once she’d neutered both of them, but knew that was beyond her limits.
Natalie almost never lied, in real life (which is how she’d started thinking about the world outside the dreamy, fantastical world of the arena). She was a perfect angel. She recycled. She worked late. She called her parents regularly, and didn’t cheat, and didn’t hurt a fly.
So she hadn’t expected to be so convincing with her lie to Minh. Of course she couldn’t let him leave with anything functioning between his legs. That was the whole point. Even crushing his brother’s last nut wasn’t enough for her. She’d held back so much and repressed every violent urge every day of her life. This bout was her one chance to be who she actually was, deep inside: an evil, fucked up, sadistic BITCH.
Natalie shuddered at the word. She didn’t like cussing, even in her head.
But that’s what she was. What other kind of woman would get off not just on neutering two brothers, but severing their connection for life? She knew Hung would never forgive Minh for helping her. A man might, eventually, maybe learn to forgive a woman who castrated him. Rarely. At least he could know that she didn’t truly understand the pain and despair of being sexless for life. But a brother? A fellow man who knew the exact agony of a popped nut, the terror of imagining waking up with a forever empty scrotum?
They’d be enemies for life. She wasn’t just taking their manhoods, she was taking their bond. She hadn’t even known she’d wanted to do that until the opportunity presented itself. She smiled as Hung struggled fruitlessly against his brother’s arms, and his remaining fruit hung down between his legs like the speedbag at her self-defense class.
She got on her knees below him and looked up lovingly into Hung’s terrified face.
“Your brother is right. I’ll try to be fast. I promised.” He shook his head back and forth, protesting desperately.
“Please….don’t. Please Minh, just let go. We can beat her. We can get out of here.” He sobbed. Beneath him, Natalie saw Minh’s dick hanging limply behind Hung’s butt, his own saggy ballsack dangling identically. Minh had his legs spread apart, his thighs on the inside of his brother’s so Hung couldn’t close them, keeping Hung’s last ball free and vulnerable for her to start destroying.
And Natalie started punching.
The speedbag had been her favorite in class, and she was very good at it. Hung screamed as she battered away at his nut, her fists rolling one over another as she kept her rhythm up, slamming his lone nut and the shattered remains of its brother mercilessly around, slamming into his own taint. Hung’s ball took the majority of the cruel momentum of her fists, but Minh got a faint dose as his brother’s ball slammed into his. Over and over, she worked his testicle over as hard as she could, feeling the bloated sperm factory swell and soften beneath her knuckles.
“Look at her go! What do you think of that technique, Valerie? I’ve heard girls call that ‘the eggbeater’.” The loudspeaker above blared.
“Sounds right to me! Looks like Hung’s going to be leaving with a sack full of whipped meringue.”
Hung could feel his nut breaking apart between his legs. He could feel his brother twitch each time she made his last gonad perversely slap against Minh’s; he took a slight pleasure in knowing his brother got a fraction of the pain he had to endure.
He thought of all their years together, bitter at the thought of his betrayal. Bile filled his throat, and he retched as she hit their balls together particularly hard. After all they’d been through together, from the womb through high school and college, their many failed attempts to lose their virginity, their fights and their good times together, he couldn’t believe Minh would do this to him. 25 years of brotherly love and frustration all ended here. As far as Hung was concerned, he didn’t have a brother anymore.
Well, soon, Minh wouldn’t either, he thought bitterly, as her fist drove his nut up into him, cracking wetly and eliciting another icy spear of pain through his last testicle.
He secretly hoped she was lying, that she’d take his brother’s last ball anyway…
Wait.
His eyes went wide with realization.
“Minh. Minh! She’s lying! She’s going to pop you too!”
His brother ignored him. “I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. Just let her finish.”
“It’s pointless. Bro!”
Minh’s eyes flickered. “I…What? She’s just…she just needs to neuter you. She promised.”
“SHE’S FUCKING LYING!!”
“I…I don’t know. I think…I think she’s real.” Minh’s eyes hit the floor.
“Please believe me, bro! We can work together and still win!”
“Hung…I’m really sorry, I just can’t take that chance.”
Just then, Natalie drove a fierce uppercut between his legs, pinning his right testicle into his pelvis, driving in deeper and deeper until —
His last, final ball gave way, crunching apart beneath her knuckles. She uppercut him again, squishing the separate pieces of gonad apart farther. He let out a wail, cut off by another dry heave at the pain. Over and over, she drove her fist into his crotch, pinning each chunk of nutmeat beneath the full force of her blow. His shriveled cock coughed to life, spurting a weak, watery final load, his final remaining sperm evacuating his balls in a purposeless, desperate escape.
“NO! GOD, fuck NO!”
Overhead, the announcer’s voice came through muzzily.
“I don’t think begging’s going to get you anywhere, boy! She might look nice, but our first timer Natalie packs a hell of an uppercut!”
“Even from up here, there’s no doubt about it — he’s outta the gene pool! Look at that cumshot, Victoria — that watery blob is NOT a sign of a healthy pair of grapes. It’s the nice ones that’ll always getcha, dude!”
As he rolled over and his vision darkened, he looked up at the only remaining testicle in his family tree, his brother bent over and holding his crotch in agony, and he desperately hoped he was wrong. As much as he hated Minh, and knew he’d never talk to that betraying asshole again, his mom and dad deserved better. They’d always been excited about grandkids.
Minh shuddered at the sight of his brother’s emptied ballsack on the ground, even as he clutched his own in pain. Natalie was still on the floor, masturbating again.
“So…we’re done? You promised I could…”
“Y…yeah!” She was barely paying attention to him. Minh thanked God his brother was wrong.
“Just…just wait for me to finish. Please, come over here…I promise. I’ll let you go. Just come over here.”
He was still terrified of what this shy, sadistic, apologizing naked nerd could do to him. Every instinct in his body drove him to move away, to get his balls as far from her destroying hands and knees and teeth as possible. But he was worried about what she’d do to him.
And with what his brother had gone through… He felt like her continuing torture of his last testicle was, at least, a fraction of the penance he deserved to pay. She’d promised not to pop him. If she was just going to bruise his last nut a little more, he could live with that. After all, Hung had to live with so much worse.
He stepped forward and she hungrily grabbed at his ball with her free hand. Minh squealed at the familiar pain of her thumb digging into his ball, this time driving into the mostly intact front side, wiggling back and forth like a worm trying to dig through packed soil. He coughed, and bent over, and foamed at the mouth. He could feel the exact shape of her nail forming an irreversible crescent-shaped bruise.
Finally, she’d found what she was looking for. Throwing her head back and rubbing herself madly, she wailed into the bright lights above the arena and came, gushing wave after wave of girlcum onto the rubber mat beneath her. She didn’t let up any of the pressure from her finger, and Minh felt the agonizing feeling of a cracking ballshell as she used all her strength to drill into his manhood.
But she let up, just in time. Finishing the aftershocks of her climax, Natalie let go of his ball and got to her feet. He fell over, sobbing once again and bizarrely dripping a thin mixture of precum and semen. She’d pressed his ball so hard she’d physically squeezed it out of him, once again without the beautiful relief of an orgasm.
“Ok. How do we…how do we tell them we’re done?”
Natalie bit her lip and looked at him guiltily.
“I’m sorry, Minh. There’s really only one way for an arena match to end.”
Then she grabbed his shoulders and rocketed her knee into his last ball.
Natalie was still shaking from her second orgasm when she felt Minh’s nut flatten beneath her knee.
She didn’t even think she could manage a third orgasm. She just needed desperately to finish what she started at this point. But when she witnessed the horror hit Minh’s face as she dashed his hopes of manhood beneath her knee, she felt herself start to get wet yet again. She could still see that he was hoping it was a feint, that she’d giggle and tell him the deal was still on.
Natalie kneed him extra hard, driving that last little spark of hope from his eyes.
“Please! I did everything you asked! I…I fucked over my own brother! For fuck’s sake, what else could I do?!” Minh wailed. Natalie didn’t answer, just landed another knee on the left side of his crotch, liquefying some tattered remnants of his first popped nut. He keeled over, retching, and started to collapse to the floor. Staring up from the rubber mat, he made eye contact with the gleeful women in the front row through the thick elastic bands around the arena.
“You still aren’t getting it, dude! She’s not letting you keep your last nut. She’s not letting you keep anything. You literally got to fuck her already, you should be grateful!”
“Trust me, I’ve seen first timers go absolutely feral when they get their hands on their first pair of willing balls. She is making this fast for you. You’re lucky!”
The boy was in too much shock and pain, from his ruptured left ball and badly drilled right ball, to put up much resistance. She practically had to physically hold him up by his armpits as she drilled her knee into his crotch, again and again, doing her best to keep enough leverage to hurt him.
The crowd above had strong opinions on her choice of technique for shattering the Nguyens’ final plum.
“LET US SEE HIM BETTER, GIRL! DON’T HIDE THAT LAST POP FROM US!”
“Give her a break, it’s her first time. She’s doing great! 3 down in 10 minutes flat — she can be forgiven if she can’t do the last one perfectly. The boy can’t even stay standing!”
“I don’t need to see it, I just need to hear him — make him hurt! Don’t let him pass out, either — it sucks when they don’t feel it! I wanna hear him scream!”
She had to sympathize; she’d always been disappointed when a fighter chose to take a boy’s last ball in such an awkward way, his knees clutched around hers so they couldn’t get a good look at its final detonation.
Plus, she didn’t have any hands free while she had to hold him up. Which was a very high priority for her, right now.
She pushed the near-eunuch to the ground and spread his knees apart. Raising her bare foot high, she stomped down on the final offending gonad and started playing with herself once again. He coughed and scrunched into the fetal position, but she held herself on top of it against his protests, shifting more and more of her slim frame on top of it.
Beneath her foot, she could feel the thing splay out deliciously, and finally she lifted her other foot up entirely, balancing all of her weight on his last ball just like she’d seen other fighters do.
But as technically talented and lightning fast as she was, no amount of training could defeat the laws of physics. The fighters she’d seen pop a nut beneath their weight alone had been much…thicker than her. And well endowed. For the first time in her life, she felt jealous of those girls with backbreakingly huge tits. Hers let her move around fast enough to defend herself despite her scrawny size, but she just didn’t have the mass required to splatter a nut beneath her weight alone.
So, she started to bounce.
Up and down, slowly at first, not hard enough to even lift off his ball entirely, she pushed herself up and down gently, compressing the nut with incredible force. It passed the plateau of flatness it’d been stuck at and spread further out, its edges going from smooth to rough as the outer shell gave way.
“Do you feel that? It’s dying, Minh.” She leaned over and whispered into his ear. “I’m killing your last babymaker. You’ll lose your testosterone, you understand? Those big muscles, that…that long hard cock? They’re going to go away, forever. Because of me. You might get a high pitched voice, or grow boobs, or…you might get lucky. You might still look like a man. But you’ll never be one again.” He sobbed beneath her.
“At least you got that one last chance, right? You got to lose your virginity! That’s what you came here for, right? I…I was really nice to you, honestly! Most girls don’t do anything like that. Most girls would just want to end your sex life before it began at all. I’m nicer than them, at least, aren’t I?”
He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. She had taken his brother and his left nut from him, and now she was taking his last one. But she still wanted to break him more.
“Tell me. Tell me I’m nicer than them. Tell me I’m a good girl. I…I try so hard to be, all the time.”
She looked into his eyes as she bounced harder and harder on top of his testicle.
“Tell me, please. Thank me for being so nice.”
Through gritted teeth and foamy lips, the words barely made it out of him. But he tried his best.
“Thank…ooo, Natalie. Thank you. You’re…nice. You felt so nice.” He was sobbing. “I wish…I wish I could’ve felt that without the pain.”
“I know, Minh. I know. But at least you got to feel it, right?” He sobbed, and nodded. “I’ve really only done it with one guy before, you know. He told me I was tighter than any girl he’d ever been with. And we only did it a few times before he…couldn’t do it anymore. So I’m almost a virgin myself.”
His eyes went wide at the revelation. “I…I assumed you’d done this a lot.”
“It’s my first round too, Minh. I just thought…well, I thought you were cute.” She smiled sweetly at him.
“Say goodbye to your nut, now.”
She bounced so hard she lifted inches off his scrotum.
And came down hard, spattering his gonad’s innards out of the cracks that had formed in its shell. Natalie fell down and orgasmed without shame, a miraculous third as she ground his balls away beneath her, sliding back and forth, methodically looking for any intact remnants, dragging out her pleasure as long as she could—
— until somehow, her pleasure started to build, more rapidly than she’d ever felt. Her petering aftershocks suddenly built back up, incredibly fast, and Natalie rubbed away and suddenly —
— crested again, and Natlaie cried out in real surprise as she reached a miraculous fourth climax, overlapping with the end of her third one in a cascade of ecstasy. She couldn’t believe it; she’d never even dreamed of this much pleasure at once, but the intensity and excitement and pure heartbreak of the boys beneath her triggered something deep inside her she didn’t know she had.
Dropping to the ground, her legs giving out from the spasms, she rolled onto her back and arched her pussy up, rubbing her clit as she freely sobbed in ecstasy. Dimly through her tears, she saw the women drag the two unconscious eunuchs out as the crowd mocked the new eunuchs.
“Hope you boys didn’t want babies!”
“Hope you didn’t want anything to do with being a man! Those nuts are toast, bros! Get used to being a little lighter between the legs.”
“They’re not really brothers anymore, right? What’s the right word for twin eunuchs?”
Natalie gushed everywhere, girlcum mixing with Minh’s last semen dripping from her — or not quite last, perhaps, as his low-hanging cock left a wispy snailtrail of semen behind him as he was dragged out by his armpits.
She revelled in what she’d done: four ruptured testicles, and more importantly, four beautiful, relaxing, relieving, unrepressed, gushing orgasms, one for each gonad she’d ruined. The arena had really provided her the push she needed to get past her own repressions. She likely never would’ve indulged in them, after David, but seeing other girls go through the same thing was so freeing. She burned the memory of the match into her brain, knowing it would fuel her squirming orgasms for years to come.
Masturbating in the stands was one thing, but the reality of being watched by so many people as she indulged in her darkest fantasies had terrified her for years, even as she fantasized about it. She was so proud of herself for leaving her comfort zone and enjoying herself. She arched herself up even higher, spreading her legs for the audience to see, unbothered and truly free for the first time in her life.
High above, in one particular pair of seats, Natalie could just barely see Vanessa and Brian. Vanessa was squeezing his plums, although not fatally hard, watching Natalie intently and smiling. Brian was pumping away between his legs. As she watched, shaking from the aftershocks of her last orgasm, he gasped and finally bucked off his seat, spurting semen all over his belly and the floor beneath. Several long cumshots even festooned the hair of the women in the tier below him, much to their chagrin. Natalie still hoped she could get him in the ring someday.
Especially now that she had real experience. She had…a lot of ideas about how she’d fight him.
As her orgasm petered off and her aftershocks wore down, she finally, shakily got to her feet. The crowd had cheered her on the whole way, and was now ready for the next unfortunate man to come out and have his life changed forever. She staggered out of the arena as the ref announced the next pair of fighters.