Fatal mistake || Part 2

Parody : Arknights

Content warning : >!castration!<, >!magic rock cancer!<,>!drugged!<

Not many Doktahs around here... Well, that can't be helped. Thank you all for your time and please enjoy the second part!

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At first, it was as if it wasn’t even there, the scab did remind you of that fateful night, but you did your best to not pay it any mind as you lived on as usual. It was certainly annoying to see a rock-like growth on your ballsack, but it didn’t any more than you’d expect a freshly healed wound to, though every time you thought about how weird it was to hurt even after so much time had passed, your heart skipped a beat and panic would start to settle.

“*No, this can’t be right. It was just a few needles, it MUST be an aftereffect of her arts, she wouldn’t intentionally stab me with originium… she wouldn’t… it’ll be better soon*” such thoughts were the only way you could keep yourself calm. Still, you felt trapped. You could go get a checkup to understand what was going on, but if it turned out that you really were infected, well, just knowing how the infected were treated where you lived was enough of a deterrent. Sure, it was much better than in Ursus, but you were sure that your carefree life would be ruined.

Hookups were out of question, but you could at least relief some pressure by pleasuring yourself, although it was stressful in its own right, as each time you came, you would anxiously check if there was anything strange mixed in with your semen, almost driving you to madness each time you’d notice something out of order, even if it did turn out to be nothing concerning.

More than two weeks had passed and you were woken up by a persistent ache in your abdomen, one which reminded you of the time your balls were squeezed by the forte girl. You didn’t want to get up and check what it was, scared of what you would find, but as the pain increased from you shifting around under the bedsheets, you finally found courage to take a look.

“Weird… maybe I was just in a bad position,” you thought out loud as you looked at the saggy ballsack illuminated by the bathroom’s lamp. The growths were still there and how reflective they were you would have trouble mistaking them for anything but originium, but steeled in your beliefs, you ignored them. Though you didn’t want to, you still felt a need to at least touch around and try to understand why they hurt as much as they did. “Yep, nothing to worry ju-” you couldn’t believe just how much it hurt when you peeled the skin just a little. Breathing heavily as if you just ran a marathon, you confirmed that the growths weren’t present just on the top of your skin but also directly on your testicles. The rush of emotions from the realization left you speechless. You carefully touched around and, sure enough, four solid chunks of what could only be origium growths were painfully sticking out of each nut, hurting both the skin that touched it and the plums themselves each time there was a movement.

You felt sick as if you drunk ten gallons of that one ursine drink the day before and now it came to haunt you. Slouched over the toilet, you couldn’t even thing what you were going to do now that there wasn’t even a question as to whether or not you were infected. Once you had no more to offer and let the rush of water flush down all that you couldn’t keep in, tears included, you trudged back to bed.

Getting almost no rest, you still had to at least find someone who could help you, someone who wouldn’t mind caring for an infected. You didn’t want to break the news of your newfound ailment to anyone close to you, at least not until you could afford to, and with official institutes out of question, your search brought you to a less reputable part of town. Just a single look was enough to tell you that this place was trouble and upon setting a single step towards the slums resulted in you dashing back to your apartament. “*It doesn’t hurt that bad,*” you thought, “*I’ll just continue living as normal, no need for such rash measures.*”

The first few days following your failed trip would suggest that you were right, the pain, while persistent, was perfectly manageable, although you did have to sit in a very strange way just to make sure your testicles weren’t stabbing each other, but that didn’t last long. You couldn’t take a step without feeling a piercing sensation in your nether regions and you couldn’t even think of sexual relief as even just the increased bloodflow from such activities was enough to make your mind go haywire.

“Stay over there until we call you,” the cute cat-eared receptionist smiled broadly before directing you to the lounge. You didn’t know how long you could wait as the pain grew stronger by the second.

“Please… it’s urgent,” your voice was sure to have made any nurse understand the weight of the situation and direct you to ER right away, but this one, without breaking her smile made a gesture you were expecting to see for a while now. Placing down the cash you withdrew just for this visit, you looked at her expectantly, and sure enough, that was the key to getting quick service in such a place.

Being guided through the old, deserted house that served as this underground clinic’s office, you couldn’t help but think that you made a mistake not going to a licensed doctor. It was clean, at least as clean as such a place can get without hiring someone to do it regularly. The energetic girl who walked in front of you was a sight for sore eyes in her own right, her clothes were a bit small for her, leaving little to imagination as she bounced forth. You tried not to stare too much as just the sight of her small yet firm looking butt was enough to make your new “chasity device” to send a jolt of pain up your spine, though you did notice a strange rod strapped to her slim waist.

“Hey, Boss, stop lazing around and help this guy. There’s rocks groing on his balls,” with no consideration to either you or the person inside, she opened the door and made a declaration. What ensued was a silence so potent you could hear a pin drop. Sitting there, just as scantily dressed as you first met her, was the very forte that got you into this mess.

Your pent up grief and anger got released at once and a faint blue glow filled the room. “*I’ll kill this bitch,*” you thought as your sight turned red. Even if she was saying anything, you couldn’t hear her. Revenge wasn’t on your mind when you first came here, but a better chance would hardly come around again.

**THUD-ZAP**

And just like that you could fell to the ground, gasping for air and cupping your poor nutsack that got shocked by the innocent-looking receptionist who noticed your malice and put a stop to whatever you were trying to do with a well-placed jab with her stun-stick.

In this incapacitated state you couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but the forte did seem to be angry with the feline, who, frankly, didn’t seem to care in the slightest. After their brief exchange, the tall forte walked up to you and injected something in your veins, putting you to sleep.

When you woke up, you were stripped naked and lying on an uncomfortable hard bed one would expect to find in a hospital with the catgirl doing something to your groin under forte’s supervision. You tried to say something, but found yourself unable to do so, you attempted to move, but had the same result. Your eyes darted towards the doctor and she finally noticed taht you were awake.

“Write that down as another failure,” her disheartened voice reached you cleanly. Even though you couldn’t move or talk, your senses were in order.

“You’re the one who isn’t busy, do it yourself,” the feline replied, her hands still concentrated on the task which you couldn’t see but could certainly feel.

They didn’t cut you up, that much you could know for sure, but since it was just a bunch of touching, you didn’t understand what she was trying to accomplish.

“There’s no reaction, are you sure you didn’t castrate him?” the forte’s voice rang out again, just the idea of being infected was bad enough, but becoming infertile so soon was a blow you weren’t sure you could take.

“Even if I did, I was trying to protect you.”

“Still, he didn’t pay to have his balls broken. Or did he?”

“He did come to have something ‘fixed’,” the feline snickered, her thumbs pressing into your ballsack, right on top of the parts where your plums were infected. You wanted to scream, to plead for mercy, but as the pain became unbearable you remained still. “Nope, still there, I can only feel two large bits and they seem to be connected normally, though the growths are large and sharp,” as she described the state of your testicles, you could feel her slender fingers moving around and squeezing parts of them with little care to how you felt.

“How large are we talking?”

“Like, as large as a grain of rice.”

“Then it’s too late to save them. Had he come as soon as he took off the band-aids, there would be a way to delay this stage by at least a few years.”

“And why are you telling me all that?” the feline stopped pushing around and just held your fragile orbs. Her soft hands were so nice to the touch when they weren’t actively destroying your manhood that your dick got the wrong idea.

“Eh, whatever. Not much we can...” the doctor’s eyes locked onto your erect cock that refused to soften up even though it felt like hell, “I guess we can do something. Looks like all our talk about his testicles being destroyed turned him on.”
“Can you not bring your fetish into this?”

“He already paid for ‘treatment’, it would be unfair to leave him hanging, or to leave *anything* hanging.” as she said that, she approached the bed and folded it a bit, allowing you to see exactly what was happening down there. Your nuts were clearly swollen and the skin on your sack was an unsightly shade of purple.

You couldn’t believe what you just heard, now it wasn’t once that your libido ruined everything, but twice, and with the drug still inhibiting your speech, you couldn’t protest.

“You go on and make sure nobody comes, I’ll finish things up here.”

“Whatever,” and with that, the feline left, leaving you and the forte alone in her chamber.

“Well would you look at that, a perfectly working set of balls ruined by bad choices,” she talked, but you wish she didn’t. You wish that the effects of whatever she put into you would wear off and you’d be able to break free, but as she got on her knees between your outstretched legs, your plums easily within her reach, all hope drained from your bloodshot eyes.

“You know what, since you’re already infected, let’s make a believable story as to why it happened. I don’t want to have my place dirtied so we’ll leave the cutting to the professionals, don’t worry, I’ll get someone to deliver you to a clinic once we’re done.”

She appeared to be deep in thought for a moment before speaking up, “Let’s say you were chased by a group of criminals, and while running away got yourself cornered,” she gripped your nuts as she said so, her strong arm looked it they could squish both of them in an instant if she wished so. “And since you didn’t give them what they wanted right away, they declined your pleas and decided to punish you,” with that, she singled out your left nut and started squeezing with just her thumb and her index finger, making sure to press down on the infected rocky growths, causing internal damage with little effort.

Your eyes were wide open and your breathing had grown restless. Your heartbeat skyrocketed and you could feel dizzy, and yet, probably aware exactly what you were going through, she continued.

“They would mercilessly beat your manhood, making sure to not give you any chance to escape,” her voice was uneven, as if she was in an intense workout session. Your nut felt as if it was going to get sliced in half by the sharp edges of originium growing inside it while its outer parts were going to burst open from the pressure, but, for some reason she didn’t pop it just yet, instead releasing the swollen nut and letting it land painfully on the bedding. She breathed heavily for a bit, her expression told you exactly what was she was doing with her free hand all this time.

Not letting you rest for long, she picked up both of your balls, and stretched them out to the bottom of the sack just like she did the first time, but unlike then, she squeezed down on their only escape herself. “It wouldn’t be believable if they found out that the balls were popped from squeezing, so let’s roughen them up a bit.” balling her other hand into a fist, she unleashed a flurry of strikes onto your poor nuts before letting them go.

For a moment you thought that it was over, that she decided to spare you after all, but as she stood up and put her booted foot right next to your ballsack, you understood just how much you were wrong. “I’d love to do it barefoot, but I’d hate to hurt my skin, so you’ll have to settle with this.”

She dragged you off the bed by your balls, letting your head painfully hit the floor as she did so and positioned her foot right above your plums. “As for how you got infected, they decided to smash your nuts with an originium rock before going on their merry way.”

**THUMP-SPLORSH**

A mind-rending agony filled you moments after your nuts were reduced to mush under her weight, you couldn’t take it for a moment longer and passed out.

To their credit, they did everything they could to make sure the truth doesn’t get out and instead of going down as a pervert, you were sent home as a victim of a heinous crime. Still, you were already infected and the fact that you have but a scar where your nuts once were doesn’t change anything.