Dangers of spelunking
I guess futa stuff really isn't popular around here. That's perfectly reasonable, and I am thankful to the bunch of you who liked it. That said, you still haven't gotten rid of me, so, please, enjoy the show!
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It was quite the stroke of luck that you and your companion managed to find cover from the downpour that seemingly had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. It was a cave with no monster trails leading to it and no ominous totems which would signify the presence of evil creatures living within, although some faint markings on the walls were visible. Drenched to the bone, you patiently waited for Lia to finish preparations for your temporary camp, stealing glances at her plump rear the curves of which were greatly emphasized by her soaked, translucent white dress.
“Look the other way,” the silver-haired mage demanded after setting up a warm, soothing fire, your heart skipped a beat as you thought that you were caught in the act, but as she added, “and give me your clothes and armour while you’re at it, can’t have you getting sick while we’re stranded,” you understood that she was just planning on drying out everything at once and didn’t want you to see her naked.
While you were sulking at the idea of missing out on seeing her undress, you quickly started getting all the equipment off of yourself while the constant noise of the raindrops hitting the leaves and the pleasant crackling of the burning wood masked all the rufling that you and Lia created. “Good thing she can make even wet wood flammable. I’ll probably need to learn a thing or two from her when we’re back,“ you thought, finally getting off the last of your clothes and turning to ask where should you put everything, but before you could get a word out, you saw her bare figure and instantly turned back, hoping that she didn’t notice your lapse in judgement.
Even though it was for a split second, her image was already engraved deep within your brain, down to the slightest change in elevation. It was only natural that you’d get all stiff down there, but being natural didn’t mean it wouldn’t be troublesome. “*Shit! Gotta calm down somehow.*”
“Why are you flexing all of a sudden?” a confused voice called out from behind you.
“N-no reason.”
“Then put some spares on and get to cooking,” Lia made a point you didn’t immediately consider due to your agitated state. To your despair, however, all you had packed in terms of spare clothes wasn’t spared from the harsh weather due to your own negligence.
“*Bloody hell! Should’ve tied it up better. Come on! There’s gotta be something.*” You rummaged through your sack and finally found something that was relatively dry : a pair of boxers that were, unfortunately, a bit small. “*Better than nothing,*” you thought as you put them on, fitting your package inside with great difficulty. “*Hope she’s got better manners than me,”* you thought as the outline of your whole set was clearly defined.
“*At least the seasonings didn’t get ruined*,” you sighed, preparing the late meal and doing your best not to pay attention to the discomfort between your legs, all the while your companion, who had a much easier time with her proper, albeit somewhat revealing dress, was carefully drying everything out. You couldn’t as much as look in her general direction without a throbbing pain shooting through your abdomen.
“It’s ready,” you declared after a while, pouring her share into a bowl and extending it in her direction. A few moments passed and your hand was still outstretched, waiting for her to take her soup. “Is something wrong?” you finally looked in Lia’s direction and saw her beet-red face staring right at your groin, not immediately understanding what the problem was, you looked down yourself and noticed a part of your penis just sticking out from the top like it was nobody’s business.
“Get away from me, creep!” she shouted with fear in her voice. You didn’t get to say a word in your defence as she, obviously misunderstanding the situation, kicked you right where it hurts, squishing your already trapped balls with enough force to make you topple over instantly, forcing all the air out of your lungs in a form of a heart-wrenching roar.
You couldn’t care less about the spilled soup as you cupped your aching balls, protecting them from a danger that was currently running deeper into the cave. “In which realm is that a proper reaction?!” half-mad half-confused at her choice of handling the situation, you spent the next minute in a fetal position. Silver lining : you could at least be sure that she didn’t just single-handedly end your lineage.
When the pain more or less subsided, you got up and limped towards the depths of the cavern, only taking a makeshift torch that you lit with great difficulty. It’s not like you forgave her for driving your nuts into your throat, not at all, but as her companion, you still were concerned for her safety, that and you didn’t have anything better to do since you certainly weren’t in the mood to eat anything after almost throwing up.
Since you certainly weren’t going to walk quickly thanks to your poor choice of clothing that was making you feel that you were squishing your own plums every time you took a wrong step, you could at least look at the paintings which were less and less worn the deeper you ventured. It was nothing exceptionally interesting at first, just different depictions of the same temple that probably had something to do with nearby ruins, ceremonies, parties, even the occasional war with the same group of people with feminine traits told a story of a long-lost civilization. Then there was a wall of text that you couldn’t read with a painting of a sacrifice, within which something unspeakable was happening to a man’s nether regions. You couldn’t even look at it for more than a second without wanting to throw up, especially after what just happened to your own jewels.
Whoever those people were, they had an unhealthy obsession with testicles, as the ancient murals showed scenes of trampling, squeezing, beating and an extensive usage of tools to inflict as much torment as possible to men specifically. You thought that it was a sick prank by Lia, who decided to mess with you in such an elaborate manner, and you were about to call her out on it when a distressed scream emerged from the depths of the cavern. “Lia?! Shit, she’s in trouble!”
Picking up a large enough stone that would fit in your hand, you rushed to Lia’s rescue, ignoring the pain that was welling up within your ballsack to the best of your abilities. You did, for a moment, consider just going naked, but figured that your jumpy companion might get the wrong idea again.
At some point the disorderly stone walls of the cavern got replaced by something with a distinctly human touch to it, of course with the very same paintings you saw outside this underground labyrinth engraved here with much greater detail. Detail, which you probably could’ve lived a better life not seeing.
Too busy trying not to look at all the suffering that was permanently carved into the mossy stone walls, you didn’t notice an inconspicuous elevation in the floor that got pushed in the moment you stepped on it. “Huh?!” the mechanical noise caught you off guard and so did the rod of wood that springed up right between your feet, striking both of your nuts with impeccable precision, and the speed you were running at didn’t help either.
**CRUNCH!**
Calling the sensation painful would be an understatement of the century as you felt both of your nuts get compressed against your pelvis with no way to dissipate the strain thanks to the unforgivingly tight fabric. Letting out a mighty roar that was a few tones higher than what you were used to, you had to keep going, since, if this is how you were greeted, Lia might have been in an even greater danger.
Just walking felt unbearable as with each step, no matter how careful or small, you felt as if someone was bashing your abdomen with a mace, but at least you had time to react to the traps now that you weren’t rushing into them balls-first. Weapons jumping out of the ground just like the one the one you witnessed first-hand, rocks and nuts and even occasionally bolts shooting out of walls near corners, logs descending from the ceiling with bone-shattering force, such and other contraptions littered the tight halls. In their pursuit of maximizing a man’s testicular trauma, the trapmakers focused every single device to aim in a specific area, and once you got the hang of it, you were able to traverse the catacombs in relative safety, that said, the stray pellet would occasionally slip past your defences, you were lucky that none of those were sharp as they bounced off of your lemon-sized eggs.
By the time you finally found Lia, who was ensnared in thick ropes and completely naked save for a single dirty amulet that you were sure she never put on in your presence. She was unconscious and completely helpless, but at least you didn’t see a single wound on her captivating body. A boner was the last thing you needed, but you didn’t have time to suppress it as you started bashing at her restrains, careful not to strike her flesh as your own mind was trying to shut down from the pain.
When you removed the final rope, she opened her eyes and looked at you, then at herself.
“Thank gods you’re safe. What happened?” you asked, but got no answer as her confused gaze turned into a worried one. “Lia?”
“I… I don’t know, I...” she struggled ot say anything coherent as she tried to get up, only succeeding to stand on her own two legs with your help. “Let’s go that way, there’s an underground river there.”
Assuming that she was just thirsty, you hurried in that direction, her flesh lewdly touching yours as you moved. There was no point in hiding your boner, and it wasn’t like she was in the mood to be bothered by it.
From how she moved you knew that she could walk by herself, but since she was so insistently holding onto you, you didn’t find it in yourself to complain. You could also clearly see her eyeing your groin instead of looking forward. “*You finally want to give in? Just wait until we get back to the surface.*” your plans of letting her have a taste of your might might have been too obvious as you grew even harder, getting an intrigued “o\~h” out of Lia.
When you finally reached the river your companion was talking about, you took turns drinking while the other held the torch, and as you crouched down to take a sip, you felt a murderous aura behind you.
**THUMP!**
The next thing you saw after the feeling of your balls almost cracking from the hit was Lia’s bare backside as she was sitting on your chest, looking at you over her shoulder.
“What the fuck, Lia?!” obviously enraged by the situation, you tried to push her off of you, but couldn’t find the strength to move her even a bit.
“Lia? Ah, right, that’s this girl’s name. Well, no matter, she can’t struggle anymore,” she faced forward, her eyes locked down at the toy in her hand. “Now that your’e awake, we can begin,” she stated and started squeezing on the pair of balls, each with one hand.
You couldn’t endure the soul-shattering agony and screamed on and on, and the louder you screamed, the more she pushed her thumbs towards the core of your damaged balls, and the more she did so, the louder you screamed.
“Such a lovely tune!” she exclaimed with absolute delight as your body sent you every danger sign it had, turning each waking moment into hell as you struggled to do anything about it. Whoever this woman was, she wasn’t going to stop until you were properly neutered.
“Give Lia back!” In a moment of inspiration, you decided to grab onto the amulet’s chain and took it off of her, receiving an unhealthy shock as the curse was forcefully broken. You thought you’d collapse on the spot but through the sheer amount of adrenalin rushing through your body, you stayed awake.
“EW!” instantly you felt the pressure vanish before Lia got off of you. Bewildered and annoyed, she looked down at the steel-hard penis and the mangled pair under it.
“Lia, please...” you wanted to ask her to patch you up so you both could go back, but she must’ve taken your pleading the wrong way as her bare sole connected with your nutsack, crushing it into the ground.
“Don’t even think about it! Get up and lead the way back,” she commanded, not understanding that she just reduced your sperm count by a considerable amount with that single move.
“L-Lia, you don’t understand… I can’t move… It hurts...” through heavy breaths you tried explaining it to her and it must’ve finally dawned on her as she stared at you in shock. You could’ve sworn she muttered something, but you were in too much pain to hear it.
She crouched between your legs and gently took both of your balls in her hands, a soothing aura of light grew around her until, “STOP GETTING HARD!” she squeezed even harder than whoever took hold of her before. You tried to reach out to her hand, but could only convulse in agony as she dug deep into your surprisingly sturdy balls.
“Stop! I can’t! I can’t!” only then she understood what you meant, but only loosened her grip a bit. “W-why? What is she planning?”
“These are really important, right?” You could only nod as an answer. “And these are the sort of organs which are really difficult and expensive to heal if not treated right away, right?” You didn’t like where she was going, but nodded anyway. “So, by holding these half-crushed balls of yours in my hands, you could say that I’m...”
“For gods sake, I’ll do whatever you want, just please heal me!” as you shouted, you could see anger in her eyes, which ultimately subsided as she got exactly what she wanted.
“You’re smart when you want to be,” she said sweetly and started mending your balls, but doing it slowly for some reason and without letting up on the pressure even a bit, all the while a sinister grin was plastered across her face. You knew this couldn’t end well, but endured nonetheless as you could understand that even a peep from you would probably result in you getting out of this cave with at least one less plum than normal.
“Alright, that should be all,” saying that in a surprisingly normal tone, she finally got up and started walking towards the exit of these catacombs, but not before firing an explosive spell at the cursed amulet. “As for your task, just please stop being a damn creep. I admit it, you saved me, but this wouldn’t have happened if you kept it in your pants.”
“Y-yes, Lia,” agreeing sheepishly, you let a sigh of relief escaped your mouth. "*Hope the soup didn't get too cold.*"