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Author's note: This is part 5 of the series. Here are links to the first 4 chapters: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, and chapter 4. Content warning: castration mentions but no actual castration. As always, please leave comments with ideas, criticisms, compliments, etc. I don't do commissions but if I like an idea I'll write it!
George sighed as he finally got to his door. It had been a short trip, but he had spent quite a while on the train and was tired. He loved his family, he did, but they were a lot to deal with. He had four sisters for Christ’s sake. He dropped his weekend bag on the floor and turned back around. He wanted to see Chelsea. Even after just two and a half days apart, he missed her so much.
His bedroom door opened and his heart leapt into his throat at the thought of running into an intruder. “Missed me?” A low, sultry voice asked. Chelsea stepped towards him, but his heart rate didn’t slow down as he ran his eyes up and down her body. She was wearing a white, lacy, set of lingerie that enhanced her already beautiful body and contrasted exquisitely with her caramel skin.
George didn’t say anything, just running forward to embrace her in a tight hug. He loved the feel of her curves pressed against him. The way her big soft tits pressed into his own chest always made him melt. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. After squeezing her tight, he brought his face forward to kiss her. She was barely shorter than him so he didn’t have to lower his head much. Her soft lips tasted wonderful and he tried to follow her mouth when she pulled back to speak. A soft hand pushed his head back before he could meet her lips again.
“I guess you did!” She giggled, sending a rush of warmth through his body. Chelsea placed her hands on his sides, fingers grabbing the inside of his shorts. She dropped into a crouch, pulling his pants and underwear down with her. Her beautiful face was right next to his cock, which immediately began to harden. His stomach churned with the tension that he had grown to love; he was in for immense pleasure or pain, which would lead to pleasure anyway. “He missed me too, I see,” she said, giving the tip of his cock a little kiss as it rose to meet her. “Hey little guy, I’m glad I can play with you again!”
“Were you waiting for me, love?” He asked.
“Of course! I have your location, silly,” Chelsea replied. George remembered sharing it; he rarely looked at where she was, but she liked watching his little icon move around the map. They talked about their time apart, neither of them fazed by him being exposed. Chelsea’s face was so close to his tip that he could feel her warm breath as she talked, and it was driving him crazy. It had only been two days without an orgasm, and Chelsea had done her best to empty him out before the trip, but he was so used to her constant presence that even two days was hard. George did his best not to thrust his hips forward so his dick would touch her soft lips and Chelsea smiled up at him, knowing that he was struggling.
She grabbed his testicles firmly. Her grip wasn’t tight enough to hurt - yet. “I had the most interesting conversation with Abby yesterday,” she said.
“Oh?” George asked, struggling to keep his tone as casual as hers. He had come to love this anticipation, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering around as she fondled his most sensitive parts. It was a heady mix of fear and arousal.
“We were talking about how fragile my favorite toys are,” Chelsea continued, squeezing a little bit tighter. It was just hard enough to make him inhale sharply. “Have you noticed that I don’t really kick you in the balls that often? It’s because I’m worried they’ll just POP and then I’ll have nothing left to play with.” She ran her other hand seductively down her muscular thighs. George looked down at them and swallowed nervously. He had worried about it the first few times, but Chelsea was normally very restrained when busting his balls.
“It’s not really a problem… they’re so sensitive that I can just flick them and it’ll hurt like hell,” Chelsea said, and did so. George squeaked in sudden pain as his left ball was compressed between Chelsea’s finger and the hand that was squeezing his sack. “Men are so funny!” She laughed, like she always did when she flicked his balls. Even after months of ballbusting she couldn’t believe how easy it was to hurt them.
Her tone shifted and became a playful, mocking kind of pity. “Wouldn’t it be so sad if your testicles popped? If I squeezed just a little too hard? Can you imagine the pain these weak little things would make you feel?” Her grip tightened again. George couldn’t reply. His mind was too busy imagining those scenarios.
Suddenly, Chelsea giggled. “George! Don’t tell me you’re getting off on that?” One of her fingers wiped the precum that had started to pool on his tip. Her beautiful brown eyes stared deep into his as she brought that finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.
“I don’t know,” he said, blushing. “I don’t want you to break them –”
“I don’t want to break them either!” Chelsea rushed to say. “I want to keep my toys, and I would never hurt you that bad, baby.”
“Thanks,” he said, a little relieved. “But the fact that you could, so easily… I’m realizing that it’s really hot. But please don’t,” he added.
“Of course not!” Chelsea said. She shifted her grip, using her thumb and index fingers on each hand to grab onto both of his balls. She pulled him forward by the balls and he stumbled forward a step, the sharp pain shooting up through his balls into his stomach. Finally, after teasing him for several long minutes, she planted her lips onto the tip of his cock, giving him a kiss. They wrapped around his head and sucked, drawing out a loud moan from George, and then she took him all the way into her mouth. Her grip on his balls grew tighter as she deepthroated him.
“Fuck! Chelsea, I’m going to cum!” He gasped after just a couple minutes. The talk of her popping his balls and the time away from her exquisite body had made him weak to her mouth. The way her hands felt like they were squeezing the cum out of his balls didn’t help either, and he shot his load down her throat as she sped up. The explosion of pleasure was so strong he had to hold onto her shoulders to stay upright.
“You saved up a lot for me,” Chelsea murmured, licking her lips after finally letting his cock slip out of her mouth. She hadn’t let go of his balls and the ache was so much worse after his orgasm.
“Please let go,” he begged. Chelsea smiled devilishly up at him and squeezed even harder for a second, before finally letting go. She helped him down onto the floor, where he curled up into a ball.
“It’s so funny how much more you can take before you cum,” she commented, idly playing with his hair. He just groaned in agreement.
After a minute, she continued. “Anyway, after she brought it up, I did some research. If I broke them, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.”
He looked up at her, confused. “Honey, it might matter more to me than to you,” George said, still cradling his aching balls.
“I mean it would hurt a lot, but you would get testosterone supplements and there are ways to make it so we can still have sex,” Chelsea said with a laugh, as if the pain and humiliation of being castrated weren’t important. “But we wouldn’t be able to have kids anymore, so I was thinking you should go freeze your sperm.”
It took a minute for George to get past her casual dismissal of one of the worst things that could happen to a man. When he did, he realized that she had a point. They had talked about starting a family a few times, but their activities made it so he might struggle to do so. He thought back to the end of their second time together, after Abby had booted his balls up into his throat, when he had come up with the idea himself. “You’re right, Chelsea. I’ll make an appointment with my doctor.”
“Good boy,” she said, ruffling his hair. Then she stood and pulled his limp body up. Grabbing his balls, she pulled him into the bedroom. He waddled painfully behind her as she said in a sultry voice, “We’re not done yet, baby. I missed you a lot too…”