A long ride
Content warning : >!mention of castration!<
Welp, this was a rough week, but I'm back on track and ready to deliver! Thank you all for your support. Please enjoy!
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It was late in the evening when you finally were on your way back home. Not willing to waste money on a taxi, you decided to go by public transport and soon found yourself in a very crowded train with no place to stand, let alone sit. You couldn’t even take out your phone without inconveniencing half a dozen people. “*Should’ve waited for the next one. Oh well.*”
Aside from all the struggle that came from not having any place to grip, which was most prominent during the slightest of turns or changes in acceleration, it was going pretty smoothly and the constant rumbling of the heavy-duty engine was loud enough to pretty much numb you to any sound quite quickly. You even managed to zone out and were halfway through thinking about the nice bath you’d have once you get home when a sudden movement inside your pants’ pocket brought you back to reality.
You were halfway into shouting “Thief!” when you felt a strange sensation that was most unlike someone trying to take something out of a pocket. Instead of pulling out, the mysterious person’s hand went further right past your phone and was feeling around your thigh as if trying to find something very specific. Confused, you didn’t even know what to do for the brief while it took for that stranger to finally arrive at their destination.
A soft, warm sensation sent shivers down your spine as you struggled to stand straight. Your package was being thouroughly examined and within seconds your rigid member was uncomfortably pushing into the inflexible fabric of your pants. A mixture of horror and arousal enveloped your mind and you struggled to make a decision. Right as you were about to grab the hand that was stuck deep in your pocket, the stranger got a hold of your nutsack with only a thin layer of cloth serving as padding.
Your mind went into overdrive as you tried to think of ways to at least understand who was it that held such a fascination with your family jewels, but try as you might, you couldn’t even get a glimpse of the perpetrator through the crowd. They, however, must have noticed you trying to find them and gave you a warning in the form of a short yet strong squeeze, that would’ve surely gotten you to your knees if it went on for a moment longer. A high-pitched yelp escaped your mouth that only earned you a couple of confused glances of people who weren’t even sure it was your voice. “*WHAT THE HELL!? WHY ME?!*”, you didn’t want to admit it, but you knew that you were pretty much trapped as even an attempt to move away would cost you dearly.
Seemingly content with you not struggling, your assailant continued touching around your plums as if they were fidget toys : squeezing, rolling them around her fingers, pinching, the works... You cursed the depth of your pockets that allowed such unrestricted access to the most vulnerable parts of your body, but a hope that they would just leave you alone kept you from becoming a nervous wreck.
Either by sheer misfortune or through the meticulous planning of the stranger, it was during the time they were tightly holding onto the base of your sack that the train started rapidly slowing down. “*NONONONONO! PLEASE LET GO!*” you prayed that they somehow would be able to hear your thoughts as everything that wasn’t bolted down tried to maintain its momentum. Unfortunately for you, though, they further tightened their grip and you got a first-hand experience of how it feels to have someone try to pull you along by your balls.
A dry, silent scream escaped your throat as you struggled to reach a handrail and hold yourself up by it in the brief moments when everyone was moving at once, trying to either get in or out of the train. “*FUCK! Why is this bitch still clinging to me!?*”, too late you realized that you missed your chance to escape and instead were in an even worse position, with one hand high over your head. As the mechanical doors slammed shut and the train started accelerating, you did your best to prepare for whatever was in store for your balls.
“It’s rude to try to run away from a woman,” a pulsing agony spread throughout your abdomen as a feminine voice called out from behind you barely audibly, yet very sternly. The perpetrator decided to reveal themselves as they clung onto you, one hand grabbing your balls, the other wrapping around your waist. “You seem smart, I think you understand what will happen if you scream for help,” she said, giving your balls a good squeeze. Not needing to be warned twice, you silently nodded and held on tight.
She took a few moments to get a better grasp on you and your grapes, after which you felt her resume her routine. It was a bit painful, but it was something you could manage for a while. Gathering enough strength to utter a single word, you asked “Why?”
She must have heard you as her hand stopped bullying your balls, but as she started to speak, you felt it resume rather roughly, “I just felt like it. I mean, you must know how tiring 9 to 7 jobs are, sometimes a girl gotta find a way to calm down.” She silently tortured your nuts for a bit more before resuming her speech. “Also you didn’t react when I did it so I think you kinda deserve it. Admit it, when I touched your dick, you thought you were lucky, didn’t you?” as she said it, you felt her push her soft chest into you. You could immediately tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“N-”, a sharp pain made you bend over forward and you quickly caught onto what she wanted, “Yes. Yes I did.” your voice had risen a few tones, but that was the least of your worries at that moment.
“I like honest boys, but honest or not, you just admitted to being a pervert. *And perverts must be punished,*” she whispered sweetly in your ear as the pain worsened. “Don’t move too much if you don’t want to get hurt. In fact, grab onto that pole with both of your hands, you’ll need the extra support,” you didn’t even know whether the fact that nobody noticed what was happening was lucky or not, but either way you felt that if you were to disobey her, it would end badly.
With both hands well over your head, you willingly gave up the last line of defence you had, and she made full use of the opportunity, getting her second hand to slide in from the other side, quickly getting a grip on your privates. “Still hard? You must really be enjoying this, creep.” With the hand not busy slowly stroking your penis, she game your grapes a weak smack. You were getting a lot of mixed signals there and with how difficult it was to breathe in such a cramped space, you felt like you were at your limit in many ways.
The rubbing of fabric against your glans was tortuous, and yet she was doing it so gently that no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t get rid of your boner. “*At least she’s done with my balls,*” you thought as her attention was solely on your dick. You could even feel her heartbeat gradually increasing while her breathing got heavier and lewder. “*Damn nympho’s got the guts to call me a pervert!*” for a moment you got angry and tried lowering your arm to push her away and go further into the crowd, but the moment you let go of the handrail, a sharp pain coursed through your body as the hand that was idly cupping your balls tensed up and squeezed the life out of them.
“My\~, my\~! Trying to escape again, well now you’ve left me with no choice,” you could tell she was happy with how cheery her voice got as she let go of your rod and held onto your plums with both her hands : one holding the base tightly and the other trying to twist them off. Your heart raced as you clung onto the railings with all your might, the pain from the action being unnoticable in contrast to the white-hot agony your nuts were going through.
Easing up on the torment just a bit, she whispered in your ear, “Do you have kids?” Such an innocent-sounding question left you speechless as you tried to figure out which answer would allow you to leave with both nuts intact. The brief interaction with your assailant and the mind-shattering ache that was radiating across your body left you with nothing but hopelessness, as you figured that no matter what you answered she would twist it into an excuse to break you.
Shaking your head as if to say “No” you clenched your teeth in anxious anticipation to what was to come. “Is that so? And do you know of the importance of this little pair of organs in doing that thing?” You did, and you would rather her just shut up and leave you alone. After receiving your confirmation, she went on, the pressure on your balls disappearing as she started ruffling through your pockets, “That’s good. I, on the other hand, didn’t know it for most of my life. My ex was really into this ‘ballbusting’ stuff, he got me into it years ago and one time we got too far and his nuts just,” **BAM** she slammed her hands shut around your grapes, squeezing them when that wasn’t enough to flatten them completely, pushing all the air out of your lungs with yet another silent scream as you held on for your dear life, “congrats, yours are much tougher, though I guess I haven’t been tenderizing them for months. So anyway, when we went to the doctor, we got informed that since his testicles were practically mush, there was right about zero chance of him being fertile. I mean, they probably would have been able to save at least one if I didn’t kneed his already broken balls until they had the consistency of fine paste.” She wasn’t even touching your balls during the last part, yet you could swear you felt her hands slowly making scrambled eggs out of your man-bits.
You couldn’t believe what you heard. You didn’t want to believe. Your eyes were shut tight as you silently waited for her next move, and you got what you wanted as she took a hold of your nuts once again, each hand tightly wrapped around each swollen nut with a clear murderous intent in her grip. “Please don’t. Please…” you begged her not to squish your plums, something that she was hardly that far away from doing.
“‘Don’t’ what?” she asked innocently as the train started slowing down once again with the only thing keeping her from falling being your frail pair of bruised nuts.
As the screeching of metal scraping against metal signalled the train’s arrival at the station, you too, screamed as your balls got dangerously close to being severed from your body. And by the time you came to your senses with people staring at you with confusion and horror, the mysterious woman had long since disappeared. After a while, when you were limping towards your house, it finally dawned on you to check if she took anything. Fortunately, everything was in place and you even found something extra :
“*If you still have anything left in your sack by the time you read this, give me a call!*” the note read with her personal number written on the other side. Overcome with emotion, you tore it apart and disposed of it in a garbage can, wishing that the only reminder of this evening would be the few days of sore nuts you’d have after.