Revenge of Nightstar Canyon (pt. 2)

[There is an image associated with Part 1 of the story. I can’t post it on this sub, so it’ll be on my profile. I’m trying to find other images that I could reference to this story. I have yet to find one for this part. But make sure to check my profile for them. Also as a disclaimer, I am an avid fan of castration but there has yet to be a castration stories subreddit, so I will post my stories here with warnings of it. But don’t worry, there is ballbusting too, and this one is moreso full of ballbusting]

*Warning: graphic description of CBT

“Damn! The Saints are up 25-11. Halftime already? We gotta catch up in final quarter,” Trevor said, groaning and tossing down his seventh empty can of beer on ground as he reclined back in the old rusty foldable chair.

“Shit, man,” Dylan said, tossing an empty bag of chips behind his shoulder. “Hey, Aaron missed that last play. How much beer did the guy drink, half a fuckin’ gallon? He’s been pissin’ for about fifteen minutes now.”

“Oh, shit. Probably got lost. Or maybe he’s fucking a wild hog somewhere,” Trevor joked, bursting into raucous laughter.

“Probably hotter than that Rebecca girl he tried to fuck last time anyway,” Dylan snorted. “Aye, I better go see what he’s doing. Hope his lightweight ass ain’t passed out somewhere.”

Dylan’s laughter continued and faded, as he followed down the path of crushed grass. He was huffing on another cigarette, his pants sagging as he could barely walk straight.

He kept walking, right past where Aaron was laying out cold only a few feet away, pants unbuckled around his knees, with his nuts missing and blood pooling on the ground.

“Hahaha,” a faint, girlish giggle came from somewhere deeper in the forest.

“Hello? Who’s there? Show yourself now!”

“Hahaha,” the giggles continued. Dylan couldn’t help himself. He treaded off the clearing and towards a brush of leaves. Slowly, he parted it with his hands, revealing a large pond.

He stepped past the brush, into a small clearing with the pond in the middle. It was bright blue, spotted with lily pads and lotuses. The trees opened overhead and shined the sunlight right onto the pond. At its bank sat a girl. She was topless, her hair blonde and so long it ran down her back and across the ground.

Dylan felt the excitement leap his chest and the hotness growing in his pants. He grabbed his crotch, scratching the balls and pulling down his boxers as he made his way closer.

“Hey, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all out here by herself?”

The girl turned, and her face was beautiful. Lit up like the sun, her eyes were pale blue and all her features so soft. She had pale skin so white you could almost see through her. And her breasts were not large, but they were perky and round, and her nipples the perfect shade of pink. She wore nothing, only her long blonde hair covered her lower body and ran down her legs.

Dylan couldn’t control himself. He was a teenage boy growing up in a town full of feminists who despised being treated like a woman, determined to be independent and hated men. His balls were always full and ready to be emptied.

“I’m just enjoying the sun. So rarely can I come out here in the open, mother never allows me.”

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure,” she said, as she turned back to the pond.

“Where you from?”

“Around here, lived here my whole life.”

“Damn,” Dylan said, moving his hand closer and closer to her thigh which rested on the banks. “So have I. Haven’t seen you before. And I’m sure I would’ve noticed you around school.”

“Oh.. you mean.. the town. Yes, I was.. homeschooled.”

“Oh, bet you haven’t seen many men at home then, considering you’re out here dressed like this. Daddy never warned you about bad men?”

“I don’t have a father.”

“Well damn, that’s alright. I can be your daddy.” His hand shot up her leg, and traced up her body to her chest. His hand grabbed around her titties, the other pushing her back onto the ground.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she laid beneath him. She was so warm, almost like the sun, but she was not sweating. Her cheeks turned red, as she pushed himself against her. He was quick to unfasten his pants, and tore off his shirt.

He was muscular, but on the bigger side, he was one of the starting linebackers. His chest was very wide and covered in hair. His dick was already half hard, and it was not long, but thick and veiny, and his balls were plump and fat, and hung like two heavy grapes.

His breath was heavy against her, but she didn’t resist him. Instead, her hands began to roam him, down his back and up the side of his arms. It drove him crazy, just like she anticipated. Immediately, his cock grew to full attention.

When she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him off, he moved like a leaf in the wind. It was her turn to push him onto his back, as she laid above him, poring her deep blue eyes into his.

Suddenly, her eyes moved down to his dick and her head followed. Her lips closed around his fat cock, and he bursted with ecstasy. It felt so warm, like he had stuck his dick into an oven furnace, and so wet.

He felt her hand around his balls, rolling them in her hands, and it only turned him on even more. When suddenly, there was a hard squeeze. He yelped, his eyes shooting open as he saw her but she was entirely different.

Her beautiful smile had curved into an unnaturally wide and evil grin, shining pearly sharp teeth like a shark’s. Her eyes narrowed impossibly, until all he could saw were slits of blue and her body thinned into sheets of muscle and bone but her titties remained just as perfect.

“What the fuck!”

“Quiet, boy,” she said, her hand closing tighter around his balls. He started to groan, his buff arms now pushing at her one hand around his manhood. But she had superhuman strength and would not budge. “Stop struggling or I will rip these right off your thick body. Does your tiny little male brain understand a single direction?”

She squeezed once more for emphasis, which made him want to throw up all the beer he had drank. “Y-yes,” he frantically nodded. “W-what are you?”

“I am a forest nymph, born from a line of other nymphs. Mother warned me about you men, human males especially. We have no males in our species, because we’ve evolved past the need for your type. Big, brawny and all brainless. You all think with your cock. Did you not even think twice about seeing a strange girl sitting by a pond in the middle of a forest miles out from civilization? Or were you too horny, driven mad with the need to empty your balls that you didn’t care?”

She didn’t wait for him to answer, but she tried to stand when Dylan screamed in pain, and she realized her hand was still around his balls and she had dragged him nearly in the air by them.

“Oh, I forget how fragile these things are. But human men are the worst of them all. You ruin forests, chop down hundreds of homes, burn down our jungles. And I’ve seen the way you treat your women, like house slaves, watching from the woods. All because you think you are superior, with those weak little things dangling from between your legs. These two orbs, you believe they grant you strength. Sure, you may grow big and buff with them, but they make you all idiotic. I’m sure the planet will thrive without you males on it. Crushing your balls and ending your bloodline would be a contribution to nature. But.. no. Never has a male stepped in this forest before, at least not in my lifetime. I’m not going to let my one chance of fun slip away, so easily,” she tightened the grip on his balls as she said it, her smile growing even wider.

She suddenly let go, watching as he immediately squirmed on the floor, thrashing around as his hands held his swollen balls.

“Stop moving. Let me see, I can heal them. I was taught magic. I don’t want you castrated,” she said, kneeling down between his legs. Reluctantly, he obliged, widening his legs as she pulled his hands away. His balls were red and purple, and swollen to a giant size. She had purple herbs in her hand, that she handed to him. “Now eat this, it will relieve the pain.” He ate it in a second.

She couldn’t resist. She sent a reeling punch right into his ballsack, sending his into a screech as he continued rolling around with his balls in hand as she erupted into devious laughter. “I lied. I don’t care if you’re castrated. Now take your hands off and stop moving around.”

Immediately, his hands shot away from his groin and he shot still. His eyes widened in fear and confusion. “What the fuck?”

“Wow, men really are stupid. That was whimberry, when you eat it from the other person’s hands, you are now subjected to their every whim. Hence the name. Now you’ll sit still for me.”

She walked over to him, his balls now bruised. She raised her foot, slowly and watched his eyes shoot wide open in fear, his mouth pleading silent pleas as he quietly begged her. She dropped her foot right into his sack, crushing his balls beneath her naked soles.

He screamed, but she only did it again, this time she felt his balls squish out on either side of her foot, his grapes trying to escape being crushed into wine.

“Slippery little buggers, aren’t they?” She used her toes to push them together and then she stomped, and stomped and stomped with all her strength. Each stomp was accompanied his deep groan, and a whimper. She loved watching as this proud man, who boasted with his big muscles and scared smaller women out of his path was reduced to a whimpering shell beneath her tiny foot.

She kneeled down beside him, watching as he groaned, unable to move a muscle. Her hands wrapped around his balls again, now swollen to twice it’s size.

“Y-you..”

“Spit it out, boy.”

“You f-fuckin BITCH.”

Her eyebrows twisted, her eyes narrowed even further. She had heard the word before, so casually thrown about by men like him towards women. It was used to insult women, berate them. A man, so inferior, with tiny little beads between their legs and a smaller worm, would dare to speak to a woman that way.

She remembered watching him and his other friends in the forest, sitting, scratching their cocks and wafting up fetid stenches of must into this beautiful forest. Watched him burn down grass with his smoking sticks and throw metal cans into the forest.

She had watched so many forests become destroyed this way. This proud man, who thought of nothing but himself and how to gratify himself, would dare to ruin her home. And he dared to go up to her, intent on raping her and taking her for himself, as if he could’ve had such physical strength or as if she hadn’t lured him here with her feminine giggles, and allowed him to overtake her.

“Call me that one more time.”

“BITCH!”

Human male. Same as always. He was so primitive, so full of primal male rage that he forgot she had his entire manhood in the palm of her white hand. He realized it soon, as he saw her smirk. It was too late.

“W-wait. I didn’t mean it. N..no please-“

Her palm slammed shut, crushing his balls within her hand. She squeezed with all her power, empowered by the repressed rage of women for centuries from men like Dylan. She felt each testicle burst in her hands, turned into mush within the confines of her palm.

He screamed, and she held on for few minutes longer before she let go. His once hanging, plopping proud ballsack was diminished to nothing.

It was turned to paste, a soup in his sack. She didn’t care about it anymore, it was done for. He would never have to punish the word by reproducing, and passing down more of dumb genes to more sons.

Her attention was drawn to his cock, but he was halfway unconscious already. She knows her sisters never see such a delicacy as this one. She could leave him here, the effects of the whimberries would wear off in a few hours, with only his penis left- an act of mercy. Or she could take it, bring it home, and maybe cook it above a fire. She heard of previous nymphs who turn them into necklaces, or display them as trophies and awards of saving the Earth.

But his was so fat, and juicy. This man did not deserve an ounce of her mercy. And so she wrapped her hands around his now soft cock, and ripped it right off his body. She watched his thick body, once so proud, now lacking the very things that made him a man.

She laughed, as she morphed back into her beautiful form, turned and walked back into the pond, the severed dick hanging from her little hands.