Dark Souls Ballbusting Shorts [Dark Souls II] [Foot Fetish]

Hey! I am a writer in dA and thought I would post my work here as well, since some of you might appreciate it. Starting with one of my oldest entries.


A collection of stories I thought while playing Dark Souls II centered around some of the alluring ladies the games features and well... ballbusting!
Also contains foot licking and foot worship of said beautiful females, just as they deserve for being hot!


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I cursed as the desert sorcerers surrounded me. Why had I been so careless, and aggro so many of them?

‘Well doesn’t matter’ I thought as I rolled away from a fire explosion. ‘They have small health bars and puny resistances I will hack them all in one attack.’

But it was not to be. As I raised my weapon I barely had time to see one of them shoot out her hand. I first heard the clap, and then felt the painful sting of her slap on my balls, along with her wrapping her hand around them.

As I was temporarily stunned, I had no time to pry her hands off before she began applying pressure, and twisting my balls viciously, causing me to scream and the rest of the desert sorcerer’s to chuckle.

Oh my god and if that did not hurt bad enough, she even used her nails to skewer them. Were they manicured? Did they have manicures back then, when their kingdom stood? Sure felt that way as her nails pierced my balls to their center.

And then a flame engulfed her palm, as she began applying heat along with the pressure. It felt as she would fry my balls from their core.

She dragged her hand downwards, and ordered me to bow. Still grinding my aching orbs in her palm, she placed her pussy right in front of my face.

A new order was issued in her alluring voice “Kiss” And so I did, as if my life, or at least balls, depended on it.

After several agonizing seconds, she let go of me, allowing me to breathe out in relief.

Not for long thought, as she tossed me to the rest of her pack.

I immediately felt a metal fan strike my balls hard enough to elicit another cry.

And then a pointy fan came and pierced them.

While another couple of girls squeezed my balls as well between shooting minor fire spells at them.


Finally thought, some god of luck smiled at me… I got my chance, pushing one of the girls away when she was not paying attention, and rolled away from them.

Standing up, I began running, and then I saw her standing in front of me.

The desert sorcerer’s that had first gotten me.

Perfect body, fair skin, red flowing hair, ample breasts, full lips and a mischievous face barely visible behind her mysterious veil.

I was going too fast to stop.

\*WHAM!\* Her knee rose swiftly, exploding between my legs, with unexpected strength from her lithe dainty body.

My tender balls were brutally squashed flat against my pelvis having nowhere to run from her kneecap’s unforgiving hardness.

A new kind of even worse pain spread through my body, from my nuts, in seconds as I was floored instantly by her vicious knee.

Then she spread my legs, and mercilessly stomped down on my throbbing testicles with her elegant heels, really bearing down on them as she twisted her foot left and right.

All this while, I watched my healthbar deplete in unbearable agony, beneath her feet.

Why did I ever play a tank? My torture would have been over so much sooner had I did not.

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Chloanne’s foot struck my balls again and again.

“Why?” I had cried out when she first kicked me.

“I was bored” she said matter-of-factly.

“And I am a stone specialist. So I guess grinding stones is interesting to me” She winked

“And if you are looking at my marbles” She said gently caressing her huge breasts. “It’s only fair that I get to grind yours”

I apologized and tried to explain to her that I was not looking at her breasts.

And it was true. I was not. Not in an excessive or overly lewd manner at least. A few sparse glances, any male would give them. They deserved that for being the beauties they were.

Damn even If I had been looking that would mean I was paying a tribute to them, complimenting them. And this was her response. Crushing my nuts.

But of course that sadistic glee in her eyes only vouched for what I already suspected. She really did not care about me looking. She just was getting pleasure out of torturing… me? …Any male using its balls? …Anyone in general? I was not quite sure about this last part. But she was definitely getting some sick twisted pleasure out of blasting me in balls with her fair feet and causing me pain.

Eventually, when she grew bored, she spoke. “Alright, I will be lenient, if you swear you were not looking. You will still be punished just in case you are lying to me. Go ahead kiss and lick my tired feet!” She ordered as she extended them in front of my face.

“I have spent countless hours walking through the muddy harvest valley, so now they are dirty and in need of a good cleaning. Go ahead and give them a tongue bath, and I will forgive you.

“Bu… But…” I tried to protest but she quickly retorted

“Unless you prefer me to continue working on your jewels?”

Her response was enough to shut me up, as I lowered my lips and gently kissed her bare feet.

Why was she always barefoot? Her feet were sweaty and stunk. Though beneath that there was the sweet scent of her skin. I complained no further however. Licking sweat and mud from her feet, was better than having them beat the living hell out of my testicles.

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“You dirty liar!” Rosabeth yelled as her foot connected with my balls with tremendous force.

“You dirty pig!” Her other foot struck my nuts this time, with as much force at the very least.

“To think I was thanking you, you asshole!” Her right foot again shot up, slamming hard against my orbs. How could I be feeling this much pain concentrated on such a small part of my body? Surely one must have popped, from that hard kick of hers.

Of course the pain did not take long to spread to the rest of me.


“Dressing me up in these desert sorcerer’s clothes, when you found me in rags? I thought it was all you had to give me! So even if they did not cover much I thanked you! But you just gave me these so you could look at my half-dressed body lewdly!” She emphasized each of her sentences with another hard kick between my legs, while I did nothing to cover up and only tried to justify myself to her. Truth was she was right and I felt slightly bad little innocent Rosabeth had found out, so I allowed her to punish me, while trying to persuade her to forgive me.

“Chloanne opened my eyes!” She pulled her leg backwards. “And I could not believe how stupid I was for thanking you!” \*WHAM\* Her foot launched forward, in a perfect arc, landing dead on my balls, squashing them with more force than I expected.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, and almost instinctively bent forward and began kissing her feet, tenderly.

“I am sorry I can give you other clothes if you want. It really was stupid of me”

“What? Oh no silly!” She giggled

“I like these clothes, they make me feel sexy! But you did not know that. And your reason to give them to me was selfish! I was only mad for the reason that you gave them to me. And because I did not immediately realize…” She laughed her heart out as I kept groveling at her feet, gritting my teeth through the agony she just had caused me. I wanted to protest against her logic, but I decided I better keep my mouth shut If I did not want my balls to suffer another round of her abuse.


“So when I saw you kissing Chloanne’s feet yesterday, I went later to ask her why. She explained to be what a pervert you are. And she also explained to me how relaxing kicking balls and having your feet worshiped are. And how you deserved them both for being a pervert. I tried to defend you, and then she told me you had exploited me! And that I should punish you for that, and how good it would feel! Indeed it does!”

‘Chloanne is much more of a pervert than I am’ I could only think ‘And she is turning you into one as well. I am a saint compared to you.’ But once again I kept silent fearing for a worse punishment.

“So now I expect you’d like me to worship your feet as well?” I asked

“Well…” She spoke hesitantly “Only if you have no problem doing that. I kind of feel bad about hurting you” She admitted, finding her usual friendly and somewhat shy demeanor

“It’s fine. I am getting used to doing it lately” I joked as I lowered my head once again and took a generous lick of the foot that had just turned my nuts into jelly, swallowing its musky sweat. It did not tasted that bad actually. And it was at that moment, that I realized I had begun slightly liking serving those ladies, or even them abusing me.
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