New age peripherals || Part 2

Content warning : >!using tools!<, >!testicular rupture!<

For half a day I thought that I was banned, but nope, just reddit being reddit. Once again thanks to all of you for your time. I'm glad that so many of you liked the last part and I hope this one won't disappoint. Wishing a pleasant experience to all of you!

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In the time it took you to partially recover from the onslaught your jewels received minutes prior, you threw away any ideas of “playing fair” and “giving her a fighting chance”. “*Anything I want, right? Hope you don’t mind being bound up...*”

“If you have the energy to look at my boobs like a starved beast, then you’re ready to continue,” without letting you say a word in your defence, she resumed the game, forcing you to quickly get a hold of the gamepad in your shaking hands and start fighting. “You might not get hard for weeks if you play so horribly!” she mocked as you struggled to keep yourself from falling on your back from the cruel machine’s strikes at your bloated plums.

Getting through a round without being hit was a challenge in itself due to how janky the game was, and your special condition only made it more difficult as each missed strike resulted in your balls being pummeled, wearing you out both physically and mentally.

“Gah!” You bent over forwards, clutching the controller in a vain hope pressing all the buttons would save you from what was to come, but, as evident by a final slap to your balls and your step-sister’s laughter, you just lost the match-point.

“1-1,” she cheered, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to look up at the screen to see her character posing victoriously, “To be honest, I thought this would be much more difficult.”

“*Now you’ve done it!*” You shook her off and selected your character for the next match “*No mercy!*”

“O\~h… All angry now, eh, tough boy? Don’t worry, you’ll be crying again soon. Ju-”

“Lock. In.” you demanded, cutting her off and looking right at the TV screen. This was no longer just a game, but a matter of honor to you, and it was something she found extremely funny as she sneered right before picking her fighter.

“Clench your teeth, this one’s gonna hurt!” she said as soon as the round began and started off with a heavy strike, expecting you to still be dazed from last time.

“Hmph!” you wasted no time in executing a teleporting strike that put your fighter behind hers and getting a cheap shot at her before the game would turn her around. And again, and again, and again, listening to your sister getting progressively more pissed while character’s hp dropped to zero.

“Mhm… so that’s how it is.” You could tell she was looking at you while you smirked at the screen. She certainly was perplexed by the situation and she knew that unless she did something, you had no reason to stop spamming the same move over and over.

The second round began and instantly she tried blocking, and while it significantly reduced the amount of damage you dealt, it took too much time to strike out of that position. All the while you were completely safe and free to enjoy the free victory that would eventually come as a result of there not being a timer. She even tried to distract you IRL, but the moment your hand reached out to your dick, you made sure to hasten your assault, which was only tied to how quickly you pressed your buttons and not some in-game timer, and since she had to change the direction she was blocking each time you teleported, even a momentary slip-up could result in her defeat.

“You think this is fair?” she asked, obviously trying to get you to lower your guard.

“As fair as putting my balls in a vice,” but you didn’t care for her taunts as you continued perfecting your three-button combo. She was getting desperate and trying backwards jumps to get behind you just as you teleported, but you still managed to get hits in.

“That’s what I’ll have you do next time. Maybe then you’ll stop being such a sick fuck,” getting frustrated by her imminent defeat, she said that last part in an obviously threatening tone, almost enough to creep you out. Almost.

“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river!”

With a sliver of health left, she fell near the edge of the arena, and only then, as your character ended up right in front of her, it dawned on you that you got played. Next thing you knew, her character landed a perfectly timed special, taking out so much of your fighter’s healthbar that even a light breeze would be enough to end the round, even then, even as the box started working its magic, leaving you to wonder just what sort of punishment was implemented for such a devestating blow, you did not give up. Rapidly pushing whichever buttons your fingers reached to execute something, anything to finish off the fight before your nuts would be subjected to the yet unknown horrors of the box.

The victory screen flashed for your character and for a moment you could hear your step-sister’s annoyed groan, but as you felt your testicles getting mercilessly crushed by a rapid-fire assault of the mechanical hands, you couldn’t even scream properly, letting out only a winded whine. Your senses were overwhelmed by the non-stop anguish and the loud metallic screeching of the box’s inner workings, which were striking your balls so fast that you could feel the heat scorch the skin of your sack, leaving you to hope that you’d pass out from the pain.

With how little strength you could muster, you looked towards where your sis should have been, but only seeing an open door, you could do little to combat the despair that was growing inside you. “*No! No! NO! Call an ambulance… please… let me out...*” you tried to scream, but no words could come out of your mouth, only pitiful wailing.

You tried your best to not fall, but as the throbbing sensation that persisted long after the barrage was over made the task beyond difficult. Frozen in place, you could only wait for the pain to subside, but as it only grew stronger, you could do little to stop the worst of the thoughts from penetrating your mind. “*Th-they’re broken! They’re totally broken…* ” You felt completely defeated as you reached out behind your back, trying to find whichever button released you from the confines, but it didn’t matter what you pushed, your sack was kept in place. “*That bitch! She wants to make sure I won’t get to the hospital in time!*”

You angrily looked up to see the half-naked girl staring at you with a wide smile. “Here, drink this,” she said, handing you over a capsule and a glass of water, as if she didn’t notice you trying to get out. You could tell that she brought painkillers from the the pill bottle, so you didn’t wait a moment before taking it. Unfortunately for you, it would take time for the effect to kick in, as evident by the pain still growing. “Looks like I got you good, eh? Don’t worry, I didn’t nut you, although one of them isn’t looking too hot, you won’t be jerking off anytime soon, that’s for sure. Honestly, if I knew that we’d be taking breaks this often, I would settle for best of five. Oh we\~ll”

You had trouble figuring out whether or not she was lying, but for your own sake you decided to trust her.

When the painkillers finally did their job, you could feel considerably better, although the ache was persistent enough to remind you what’s on the line. Taking a deep breath, you prepared for the fourth match. “*For now, I’m winning, so I should be fine if I play it safe,*” and by “safe” you meant doing the same thing as last round, but also paying attention to her actions.

The round started and you immediately heard her groaning, “Again? I should’ve expected this...” With newfound confidence, you kept repeating the same move until you felt cold metal touch your swollen nuts, slightly pressing down on both sides as if holding them in a grip. “In fact, I did,” and just like that she made you panic. It took you a bit to realise what was happening, but as the metal started slowly moving, you could feel your testicles getting twisted along with the sack all the while the part holding your balls inside tightened up around the base, making sure that the process as uncomfortable as it could possibly be. Hoping that it would eventually stop, you continued your pattern, doing your best to ignore the slow but consistent torsion.

“Since for some reason this game doesn’t have a round timer, I decided to implement my own. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” And yet, despite her warning, you silently(or at least as silently as one could while their balls are being unscrewed) decided to push on. “Heh, if that’s what you want,” noticing that you didn’t stop, she smirked and lied back on the soft pillow, blocking the attacks and buying herself time until you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

After a full rotation, which was already more than enough to make you want to throw up, you understood that your current strategy was doomed to leave your balls starved of oxygen, so you had to change your strategy. It was at that moment that you noticed a wet spot between your sister’s wide open legs. You had the opportunity, all that was left were the means of achieving success.

“You do know that holding the controller like that doesn’t make you hit faster?” she laughed, completely oblivious as to why you were trying to do everything with one hand, but you stayed silent as your balls got twisted an additional 180 degrees, making you wish you were born a girl. Your hands were shaking so much that you had doubts whether or not you could maintain this pace, but you understood that hesitation would lead to your (balls’) demise.

Not having the luxury of waiting for a more opportune moment your hand quickly reached out between her legs, poking at the wet spot and getting your sis to lose composure for a moment. And as she shouted obscenities, you quickly finished up the round and as soon as you did so, the mechanism brought your balls back to their original position, although you would be wrong to assume that it would make it any less painful as fresh oxygen rushed back into your testes, reigniting the neurons and making you feel as if someone was bashing your nuts with a cactus.

“Oh, you wanna play like that?!” She took out her phone and did something on that cursed app, but that only made it easier for you to win the round since she forgot to pause it.

“3-1,” you stated calmly even though you were sweating enough for one to think that you were running a marathon. She, however, didn’t retort and locked in her character as soon as the selection screen showed up, the same character as the one you were winning with.

The moment you tried pulling off the same trick as last two round, she did the same thing, and, considering that she was not half-dead thanks to a certain box, she eventually got the first hit before you. “Fu-” your scream was stuck in your throat as the light strike triggered the same response as an attack that depleted half of your health. She must’ve modified the values and now you were paying the price. After two hits you couldn’t even hold the controller and after three your sight became a blurry mess.

You completely zoned out as the pain became unbearable. After a while you could only hear a faint beeping noise and nothing else and soon enough even that vanished.

It was just pure white for a while until you finally came to your senses with your sister sitting beside you in what you could only see as a hospital room. She looked concerned at first, but as she noticed you open your eyes, she smiled sweetly, as if a heavy burden was just lifted off her shoulders.

“Wanna know what happened?” she asked with a smidge of guilt in her voice. You still weren’t fully in control of your body, so you just nodded. “I might have messed with the setting on the app to make the punishments for getting hit more brutal, but… uh… Let’s just say that you tampering with the box before I came in might have removed the limiters so...”

A shock took over your body, your heart rate skyrocketed as you realized what she was getting at, especially as her eyes darted to your groin every once in a while. If the heart monitor hasn’t been disconnected, it would probably be showing alarming numbers on it, enough for a nurse to be called over.

“N-no-no-no! Your balls are fine,” she tried to explain to you as she saw you tearing up again, “I mean, the doctors did have to put them back together and you will not be having a good time for months, but you still have them,” she said and pulled her chair closer, sliding her hand under the heavy covers and holding both of your sensitive orbs in it. “See\~? That said,” you felt her grip get just a bit stronger, more than enough to throw you into panic, “they did say that they may just break randomly with a very very small chance, so nobody will know if I ‘accidentally’ do something to them now. You look so cute when you’re scared, you know that? Oh, what I’m getting at is, promise that you won’t tell Ma and Pa about this, or I might end what I started.”

Being presented with such an ultimatum, you made the obvious choice.

“Goo\~d boy. Don’t forget, we still have to end the game we started, you might want to practice a lot after we get home.”

(Probably won't be continued, but I'll see what can be done)