Slaying The Dragon

• Commissioned by Anifreak

My name is Lia. I’m 26 years old, and I’m a pretty typical girl, I think. I mean everyone has their quirks of course, but… I feel like I’ve always been surrounded by weirder folks than myself, honestly. I’ve looked for love and gotten burned a few times, but I never stopped trying… I finally found the perfect match for me last year and, maybe it’s sudden, but… we’re about to get married! It’s pretty exciting stuff, I’ve been looking forward to settling down for a while… I know, I’m kinda young to think that way, but it’s just always kinda been a thought of mine. Like I said, I’m a regular girl, just looking for a simple life. But there’s just one, or really two things keeping that from happening…

His balls! They’re so damned resilient, neither of them will even come anywhere close to popping! It’s driving me nuts… uh, pardon the pun.

Oh, I just realized, this will probably get out to folks who don’t do the whole ceremonial castration thing… heck, it’ll probably get out to non-dragons, even. I’m a dragon, by the way, red dragon specifically. Not a big deal, really. But it does mean I’m part of a tribe with a lot of silly, outdated, barbaric traditions. 

But they make up for it by also having awesome ones like this! I’ve been waiting so long for the chance to finally break a ball! Hahah… I can’t say when it began for us, but it’s an art our tribe has passed down for a long time. You can have the ceremony whenever you want, but the marriage is not final until the bride has participated in the destruction of the groom’s testicle… only one, of course. I mean without any reproductive organs, they’d be entirely worthless! Heh, just my joke there… well, sorta.

No one seems sure when or why the tradition started, it dates back further than any of us can remember. And that’s saying something considering our village elders are a few thousand years old. The reason is up for great debate… many think of it as a symbol of dominance in our largely matriarchal society, with wives taking half of their manhood to claim their masculine identity as their property. Others are under the impression that, like other senses heightened after you’re struck blind, destroying one testicle causes the other to grow stronger and more full as a result, thereby better for making babies.

Perhaps the most popular theory though, pertains to a legend about our people. 

It’s known that the tribe was founded by a male and female dragon, lovers that had eloped from another society shortly before. As the myth goes, once they found the land that we still roam to this day, they agreed to determine it’s ruler through combat. After a lengthy, fierce battle, the woman ended up winning when a vicious kick ruptured one of her beloved’s testicles. And ever since, according to many, we’ve been a matriarchal society that demands the half-castration of all grooms as a tribute to that fateful day.

Regardless of belief, nearly all of the men comply peacefully with the procedure. If that surprises you, consider that the alternative is total castration, their nuts pulverized and their cock sliced off with the remains being sandblasted to a smooth nub. If they refused a ceremonial castration and would never be wed, their genitals didn’t serve a purpose after all. I’ve never actually heard of this happening in my lifetime, but that just speaks to the fact that none of them dare to refuse the rite.

As for what I believe, well… I really don’t know. All I can tell you is that I’ve always had a fascination for going low on men, ESPECIALLY lovers of mine. Ever since I was a teen I’ve just had this fascination with it. It’s such a unique feeling, to have testicles crushed in my hand, or against my shin or under my heel… the crunching sound they make, the all-encompassing pain that makes the men shriek and shrivel as their entire body zeroes in on the agony… whooh, what a rush…

What really makes me want it so bad is the fact that I’ve never truly gotten to feed my urge, not really. I’ve gotten plenty of surprise shots in, and even had a few guys agree to let me do it to them for a little bit… but I always had to hold back and never got to do it for long. And if I was ever caught doing it by an elder I would get a severe tongue lashing about it. 

You see, the only drawback of this whole half-castration wedding thing is that… well, they need to be fully intact ahead of the wedding. To destroy a man’s testicle before he can be wed, and therefore rob a future potential bride of the honor, is considered a grave offense. It’s a great way to get yourself banished from the tribe, or even executed, depending on what bride we’re talking about here.

Every taste was sweet, but… I could never take the big bite that I wanted. Until now. Finally, I’ve got my chance… but frustratingly enough, I seem to have landed the boy with the toughest testes around! I truly do love my P'oiu… but I’d love to bust his ball more than anything, and it’s been a real challenge.

I guess I should’ve seen it coming. At the end of our first date, after he sheepishly came in for a kiss I surprised him with a swift knee, my first time ever striking his groin. Now, sure, I’ve never ruptured anyone before and even going full force, I don’t think I can do it in one blow… not like my bitch sister who got married a year before I did and thinks she’s better than me… but still, when I go after a pair of balls, I tend to bust them really, really freakin’ hard. 

I’ve got some pretty damn strong legs. I’ve, actually been working them out for years just for the moment when it finally came… and when I’ve really gotten guys good before, I would hear some delightful cracks and crunches, feel them start to give just a little… I’ve done real damage to guys in one shot before.

His, though? Perfectly sturdy, no give at all, which I’m sure made it all the more painful as they barely even squished to absorb it. He rolled around in tears, and I was intrigued… weeks later, I snuck a kick from behind on him while he was washing dishes and again he was immediately on the ground, in clear pain. But I got the same impression… there was a dull, heavy thud when my shin made contact, but no signs of any weakening. 

At first, this fascinated me… the thought that I’d have to really work to obliterate that nut when the day came was pretty cool, because for a long while I’d been envisioning it as just a handful of good smashes. But after that, I began thinking about the prolonged session that would slowly rupture it… oooohhh, I got off hard to that thought. 

I never even realized it was a fetish up to that point, but lord help it was. The first time we made love came soon after… I kept a delicate, but firm grip on his nuts the whole time and imagined them giving way in my palm the whole time I rode him… mmmm, what a night…

The whole thing just made me all the more excited, and I got him several more times in preparation over the next several months, before I finally made the decision and announced we’d be married. Against my own desire, I held back from striking his testicles after that, teasing myself just to get even more ferocious about it when the time came. 

But then, well... the occasion finally arrived. And after our little celebration and party I pulled him away at the earliest opportunity to the nearest bed, which happened to in our hotel room. We fucked harder than ever, giving him the courtesy of getting all the cum out of that nut before I obliterated it.

After an hour of panting and gasping, easily our longest ever, making damn sure there was nothing left in that ball to fortify it, I yanked him out of bed and pinned him against the wall. I stood there, my naked body glistening with perspiration in the moonlight as I set about attacking his bare balls. Targeting specifically his left testicle, as was the most common choice, I commenced a brutal rapid-fire kicking onslaught, my bare foot smashing into his orb relentlessly...

P'oiu was shocked at how much it hurt, how much ruthless efficiency I showed… I had practiced for that day for so long, and I was putting everything I’d learned to good use, striking fast and powerfully… before he could even register the pain of one blow, he’d get three more to the same exact spot. The only reason he didn’t fall is because the next kick kept picking him back up as he tried to slide down the wall, that’s how much force I was able to muster.

Finally, I couldn’t keep him up anymore, as he crumpled in a heap. He had prepared himself mentally and was trying not to cry, but it was clearly already a struggle. He even slipped up and started to clutch his nuts out of instinct. I yelled, “Present your manhood so that it may be claimed!” and he meekly uncovered himself.

I of course then rushed to start stomping his nut into oblivion, trying to crush it under my foot. Ohh it was exhilarating… I mean, I’d never actually gotten to stomp a dude before. Bringing that up to my exes got ‘em a little squeamish, which may or may not be part of why they are all now my exes…

It was surreally beautiful, as I hiked my leg up as high as I could and came down with all my might each time, watching as his singled out nut disappeared beneath my foot… I came again during my lengthy session of trying to stomp half of his manhood out of existence. I loved the sound of the thud and the crackling that followed… until I realized that it wasn’t his testicle I was hearing, but the wood beneath his junk started to splinter as I rammed his manhood into it with every stomp. It even surprised me that I was mustering that much force, and I’m sure that felt all the more hideous for him as a result… ahhh man, just thinking about it is getting me wet again, fuck…

Um, anyway… I kept going for a good few minutes, but to my shock, I came to understand that I was really making no progress. His nut was swelling, but that wasn’t the same thing as breaking. I ceased the stomping to instead push my weight down hard on it, getting an elongated scream in the process. I studied and tested and kneaded it under my foot, only to find that it didn’t seem even remotely fractured… in fact, it’s shape hadn’t changed! It was exactly as round and full as a nut was meant to be. I swear to you, I kicked and stomped that one nut a combined hundred times by that point, and I wasn’t holding back at all, I was practically exhausted by then… and yet, somehow I wasn’t even close to rupturing that damn testicle.

All I’d achieved was make my boyfriend break his promise to himself, as he was now weeping openly… obviously the pain was all there but the damage was really lacking. Still, putting some of my weight down seemed particularly hurtful for those tender testes, so I figured maybe putting ALL of my weight down on it might help. So I grabbed my sweet beau by the horns and stepped up, putting my planted foot off the ground, standing on one foot atop his punished ball. 

Poor, poor P'oiu was in absolute agony, much to my delight. But his nut, for all it’s softness, felt like a strangely sturdy surface under my foot. I did everything I could to put more pressure on that damn thing, my claws to the wall, pushing down, bending and straightening my knees… but it held so firm, despite his insistent yells of, “It’s gonna pop, it’s gonna pop, oh God, it’s gonna pop!!!”

Looking to up the ante even further, I started doing little hops, basically bouncing on his nut. I didn’t go up very high, afraid of losing my balance, but I got an inch or so off the ground before coming back down, repeatedly, onto his nuts. I was happy to see that in spite of all that pain and how drained his genitals were from our vigorous love making, he couldn’t stop staring at my bared tits as they bounced mightily with every little short hop… I was always proud of them, way bigger than my sister’s, hah.

But even they didn’t seem to provide enough weight for me, as that testicle persisted. I wasn’t expecting any sudden rupture or anything, but it was like I was having no effect at all. Hearing his screaming of wicked torment was still lovely, but it was getting a bit frustrating to see that ball hold up so well. 

I knew I needed to take it even further. So, with my next hop, I went a lot further than an inch, I straight-up jumped as high as I could, a full three feet off the ground, before coming down with both feet aimed at that nut. I got a little of his right too, but for the most part every last bit of my weight came crashing down hard on his left testicle with enough force to drive it right through the floor, crushing the hardwood beneath it. Seeing his junk there, in the rubble of uprooted, splintered wood was awesome, as was the horrified anguish on my poor sweet hubby-to-be’s face…

I knelt down to inspect it, picking away pieces of wood as I took up his nut in my palm. I looked close, studying it and kneading it with my thumb and pointer finger, little squeezes to test it… but to my dismay, even that megaton stomp seemed to do nothing! Not even the slightest little microfracture! 

I was getting a little angry at that point, so I decided to channel that right into his rebellious, unbreaking ball, squeezing it with both hands, groaning with effort as I put all my might into trying to split it with my digging claws. P'oiu screamed and howled and begged for mercy. I ignored that, chalking it up to instinct. We’d agreed to this after all and he obviously wanted to be wed, he wanted me to bust that nut. Nothing he said or howled was gonna mean anything to me… that man wanted me to be happy, and that meant losing a nut.

Still… no matter how much I tried, no matter how hard I squeezed, it didn’t seem like I was making any headway. The pain it caused my beau was wonderful, but it really seemed like it was all I was achieving. As I did this, I thought about the ease with which my bitch sister snapped her boy’s nut and imagined how much she’d be mocking me if she could see my struggle. That sent my anger over the edge, and I squeezed even harder as I gave his testicle a good hard yank, trying to rip it off. 

It still didn’t work, but it clearly sent P'oiu into a new stratosphere of agony as he crumpled onto his side helplessly, his tears falling like little waterfalls as they came down onto the floor. Bless him though, he still wasn’t protecting his nuts, showing his devotion. I rewarded him with an angry punt after I stood up, my pointed toes slashing into that nut… how I wished they would’ve torn it asunder, or atleast pierced it, but alas.

That was just a little too much for him and he rolled onto his front, unwittingly taking them out of my grasp. I sighed, “Fuck it, let’s try the other nut… maybe it’s weaker. Maybe it’s a sign that I picked the wrong one...”

He couldn’t move, too wracked with pain to get me proper access. But that was fine, there was a fun thing I wanted to try anyway. I grabbed him by the ankles and lifted his legs up in a wheelbarrow position. I proceeded to send devastating kicks into his right testicle. He was helpless, his hands busy holding him off the ground as I pelted him with shin kicks, toe kicks, and insteps… I absolutely bashed his right nut, giving it similar treatment to how I started my onslaught on ‘ol leftie. 

The position was awesome, seeing how his ass went up from the force of every blow, his lower body rocked with each kick, to the point of ragdolling. I was atleast secure in the notion that I was pretty damn strong, putting plenty of power into his pelvis. I also did see his dangling nuts swing and bounce through the air a ton throughout this, which was really damn fun.

But as enjoyable as it was, it still wasn’t effective… that right nut remained as shapely and intact as it’s counterpart. I grit my teeth and kicked even harder, until I was practically about to collapse from exhaustion, but… nothing. I dropped him, letting his manhood smack against the floor before adding a stomp that, I must admit, was more out of spite than me expecting to get anywhere, a satisfying smash to his right nut with a less than satisfactory result… these shots were supposed to flatten a nut, but they showed no damage whatsoever.

Weary, I went down to the floor and took hold of his scrotum again. Not quite having the energy to do much else, I took his sac into my mouth and started biting down on his right nut. He screeched magnificently at this, and that was my main motivation to keep going, making use of my sharp teeth to try and gouge and dig into his testicle. I opened wide and chomped down hard and the scream of anguish was just lovely, making me wet again. 

I beared down hard, looking to try and clench my teeth together with his nuts in the way, but again I couldn’t pierce it, I couldn’t do any damage to it at all. I decided to swap again, just to see if biting down on the more punished left nut would do anything, but it didn’t seem effective either… I just resigned myself to this for a while, amusing myself by treating his scrotum like chewing gum. 

It was pretty nice, feeling his nuts as they rolled around inside my mouth, on my tongue and of course between my teeth… they had an interested taste to them. I told myself to remember that, as after we were married I think I’d enjoy just occasionally chewing on his remaining nut. But I couldn’t really think about that until the deed was done, and my God it was taking a long time to get done…

With a sigh, I picked myself up and said, “Alright, I’m gonna take a shower, see if that doesn’t wake me up a bit… do me a favor, dear, and pulverize your nuts a little if you can for me.”

I walked to the bathroom and took my shower, coming out about a half hour later in just a towel, to find that the room was empty. Where had my busted beau gone…? I stepped out into the hall and after scanning around, rushed down the steps, still with my towel wrapped around my body, the only thing covering wet, sopping lady bits…

There, in the lobby, I saw him about halfway through, limping, trying to cover up his bared testicles. Us dragons were less stringent on public nudity than others, but it still seemed a little brazen for him, in a fancy like that. Confused, I yelled out, “P'oiu, where are you going?”

His body seemed to seize a bit at the sound of my voice. He looked back at me, a terror in his eyes. Immediately I understood… somewhere through the lengthy busting, he’d developed second thoughts. I tried to ignore the heartbreak as I yelled out, “Wait!”

But he didn’t listen, turning and running. I desperately rushed after him, letting my towel fall to the floor, my breasts swinging, water still flicking off of them with every stride. Many dragon men and women waiting in the lobby turned their heads at the sight, confused to see a nude groom to be rushing away from his also naked, soaking wet bride. Gosh, what a humiliating situation for us…

Still, I couldn’t let anything get in the way of my destiny. I WAS going to have his ball and be married to him, he’d understand when the deed was finally done, I just knew it. So I held out my hand and screamed, “STOP THAT MAN! HE JUST RAPED ME!”

A lady dragon happened to walk through the lobby entrance doors just in time to hear that, and she was stunned to see P'oiu running towards her, his cock flopping in the breeze. Rage flashed on her face, as she ducked down, a sharp cry of “SERPENTINE!”

He was but a few steps away from the door when she intercepted him with a brutal, driving headbutt to the groin, the solid, scaled fringe atop her head smashing into his bared, bouncing balls with a deafeningly loud thud. He immediately went down to his knees, crying, as she followed up with a vicious punt kick to the nuts before turning and rushing right back out of the door.

Worried that I’d just had my honor stolen from me, I rushed over and checked on his genitals, amidst a crowd forming around us. Seeing that his testicles remained undamaged even after that, I sheepishly begged them off, explaining my ruse. I then turned a colder eye to my boyfriend, who looked rightfully afraid.

I pulled him up in a headlock, shoving the side of his face into my wet breast, big enough to hold against his entire cheek and, together, big enough to engulf his face. (Ask me how I know…) But I didn’t think that alone was quite humbling enough to send the right message, so I tightly grabbed him by his right nut, squeezing maliciously as I then simply walked forward. 

P'oiu turned his head and screamed into my titty to try and muffle his pain, whilst I literally led him by the balls back upstairs with damn near everyone in the hotel watching at that point. There was much pointing and laughing at his expense, a fair bit of it feminine… it sucked to have to do that to him, but it was important that he understood what our dynamic was going to be. And on that night in particular, I was absolutely gonna be the one calling the shots. His only job was to let one of his nuts explode, and thus far, he’d failed at it.

After bringing him back into our room with a painful yank, I pulled him roughly into the wall, letting his back slam into it as I stood with my arms crossed just beneath my drying breasts. “Well…? You wanna explain yourself…?”

“I-It hurts… it hurts so much...” he pathetically whined, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Awesome. So what’s the problem?” I curtly replied.

He could only sob in response. I realize that the busting had gone on a lot longer than it was supposed to and I did feel for him on that one, but c’mon… I really thought I was getting hitched to a tougher guy. Well, I mean, his nuts were certainly tough atleast… but he didn’t have to cry THAT much, surely.

And even worse than that… he was covering up his genitals again, trying to shield them with his hands. Angered, I again hissed, “Present your manhood so that it may be claimed!”

His hands shook, as did the rest of his body, but he did not uncover himself. He was really pissing me off now, and I yelled, “DO IT OR I’LL TEAR APART YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKING COCK TOO!”

His cock was far from worthless, though I’d definitely been with bigger... I just needed to make a point. His eyes were so sad as he uncovered himself, but I couldn’t afford any pity. Instead, I ducked down and delivered a headbutt to his crotch, mimicking what that girl out there did to him; she made me mad that I never thought to do that. After bashing him brutally with my horns slamming into each of his nuts - because at this point I figured it was really unlikely they’d rupture simultaneously - he slid down the wall, an elongated, high pitched squeal of air emitting from his mouth as his lungs seemed to have emptied before my eyes.

“fffffffFFFFFUCK! Fuck, that was… s-s-s-s-so much worse… than the last one...!” he wheezed pitifully.

“Heh… damn right it was.” I chuckled, pleased to see that I outdid that passerby, even in her panicked, kneejerk state. But my smile diminished when I pulled his hands away and again saw his testicle, swollen beyond recognition but otherwise unharmed. “Man… I really felt good about that one. Hm… guess I need to get more creative.”

He was mewling and begging off, but again I ignored him as I grabbed him by the ankles and drug him a few feet, back through the opened door. He no doubt caught onto what I was doing and starting groaning miserably in response, as I positioned his scrotum right up against the doorframe. Still, bless him, he was too scared of me to try and make a move, making my job easier as I stepped behind the door and promptly kicked it with all my might. It swung and tried to close shut against his nuts, squishing them… but not crushing them or causing any sort of breakage, in spite of an even louder, anguished wail.

“Son of a bitch...” I snapped, before grabbing the door handle and repeatedly slamming the door shut against his testicles, ramming them time and again much to his convulsing pain… but nothing doing, no damage.

“Goddammit, why are your balls so fucking strong, P'oiu?!” I hollered, finally having lost my saintly patience.

“I don’t knowwwww…!” he sobbed.

I gave him another aggressive, spiteful stomp to ‘ol leftie, causing him to collapse on his side, before shaking my head and sighing. “Well, fine… sorry to have to do this, but it looks like it’s time to stop going easy on you.”

I could see the shock and horror on his face, but that last gasp of pain was a little too much for him to vocalize it. Which was good, as that might’ve made it difficult for me to summon up the nerve. But I was steely and determined to see this through as I made my way over to the iron chest in the corner. I retrieved from it a length of steel cable, and used it to bind his wrists together behind his back. 

As I pushed him against the opened door, he whispered in my ear, “Please no...”

Naturally I responded with a casual, resounding punt to his nads that had him screaming anew. Going back to the chest, I just had to look back and watch his face as it lit up with terror, whilst I pulled out a sledgehammer. Mmmmmm that one made me wet… I empathized with him of course, but… well, I empathized with myself a lot more. Heheh...

“Meant for destroying boulders… I figure this should do fine against your manhood, no matter how resilient it is.” I declared as I walked over, with some effort as the thing was damn heavy, heavier than I expected frankly.

But I was a strong-ass dragon girl, and I was able to wield it enough to line it up with his scrotum, letting him feel the stone head against his nuts. Finally, he found his voice, hoarse though it was, as he begged, “L-Lia… Lia, please… please don’t do this...”

Instead of reacting aggressively, I put a finger to his mouth. “Shh, shh, shhh… listen, I know. It’s scary… and I knew it would be. And I realize it’s TECHNICALLY not your fault that you were born with a stubborn pair of nuts. On other day, I wouldn’t even hate it. I mean on some level it’s why I fell in love with you...” I admitted. “And I know. It must hurt so much already… but try and remember why we’re doing this. It’s so we can be married… it’s so we can spend the rest of our lives together, and be happy! You know I can make up for all that pain with pleasure, babe… I’ll spend the rest of time doing it if I have to. So, please… bare with me. And know that I am only taking a sledgehammer to your balls out of love~”

Begrudgingly, he nodded in response and I lifted the hammer up. But he still squirmed and stared… slowly I lowered it again, noting, “Now honey, I think we can both agree it’s for the best that my aim doesn’t get messed up here. We don’t want me taking both of your nuts, or splattering your cock by mistake… nor is there anything to gain from breaking one of your legs. Just close your eyes and stay still, okay…?”

Tears flowing, he said nothing and didn’t move. But he listened, clenching his eyes tight and remaining perfectly still. Nodding, I again lined up my shot, ensuring the head of the sledgehammer was lined up perfectly with his left nut. Slowly, carefully, I lifted it up above my head and then, with all my might, sent it crashing down onto that waiting testicle.

The sound of the blow was deafening, echoing throughout the room as I sent that nut splintering right through the hardwood. His scream was piercing, but only for a few seconds before trailing off; the poor bastard passed out from pain. I’d never managed that one before… dragons have a staggeringly high pain tolerance after all. 

I was groaning myself… I don’t mind telling you I came as the sledge met his scrotum… I knew there was absolutely no way his ball survived that. With a smirk, I raised the hammer back up… and then, in pure rage, sent it crashing right back down.

That damned orb didn’t have a scratch on it. What the fuck?! I repeated this action a third, and then a fourth time, the thick stone head of the sledgehammer battering and bouncing off his testicle… still nothing. With a frustrated grunt, I sent it careening down onto his right nut instead. Fortunately for my beau, he was asleep through this ordeal, even the staggering jolt of sledge on nut not stirring him from his unconsciousness. 

I couldn’t believe it… I just, absolutely couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It was my dream for so long to destroy one lousy testicle, and for some reason it was the hardest thing on Zyllia to do. (Oh, Zyllia is the name of the planet we’re on… just realized in post that this may be sent out elsewhere.)

Uncertain of where to go from there, I opted to just hold the sledgehammer up and drop it callously onto his nuts. Angling it after the fact, ensuring it’s whole weight was on his left nut, I leaned the handle against the door, ensuring it would stay in place. 

With that, I yawned and headed to bed… truly exhausted from a full day of wedding ceremonies, fucking and intensive ballbusting… or atleast, attempted busting. It’d be something of a shame to not see it happen, but I was content in the knowledge that when I woke up, that nut would have to finally give way under a full night under the weight of the sledgehammer. I must’ve been truly worn out because I got to sleep within moments of putting my head on the pillow. 

I dreamed of seeing P'oiu with a ruptured nut, still crying… empowered from the successful destruction at last, I went over to comfort him and prove that he was still plenty man enough to satisfy, fucking even longer then the night before… a beautiful start to a beautiful marriage. 

A good twelve hours later, I awoke. Looking at the clock as I yawned and stretched, I was amazed at how long I was out. Peering over, I saw my poor spouse-to-be was still out like a light, the sledgehammer remaining, crushing the remains of his nut. Sliding contently out of bed, I slowly pulled it away, trying not to disturb him. 

I promptly dropped the hammer to the floor out of shock. It was as round and sturdy as ever. Balling up my fists, I dove onto his scrotum and unleashed a vicious volley of punches, a lengthy flurry, pelting his left and right nut with shot after shot. This distinctly different type of pain sent a jolt through him and he awoke to me treating his sac like a punching bag. His wails seemed all the more tortured now.

“NOOOOO!! AAAAAGAGGH IT’S WORSE!!! WHY IS IT SO MUCH WORSE?!” he yelled, and that was awesome but didn’t really cheer me up at that point.

“Your stupid fucking ball refuses to shatter, no matter what I do.” I cursed, as I threw my hands up in resignation. “I truly hate to say it, but… ugh, I’m gonna need help on this one. Come on, I’m bring those balls of steel with me...”

I said that, but I knew he couldn’t stand on his own power, especially with his wrists still bound together. So after getting dressed, I of course grabbed his balls and squeezed hard as I pulled him up to his feet and walked out, guiding his still naked self by the balls down the stairs and through the lobby, letting people again point and laugh at his misfortune. 

But I sure wasn’t laughing… I was the one truly humiliated that day. I was supposed to be the one to crush the nut of my husband, like all good wives. After all my big talk on the matter, I was swallowing a lot of pride to come asking for help doing the deed… but, whatever it took to get it done. 

With a heavy heart, I dragged my blubbering boyfriend by the balls, letting practically half the tribe see him like that, as I made my way to the Matriarch’s domain. The current ruler of our fair village, her royal guard was known to be the ones tasked with the decimation of any rouge males that dared to deny their birthright of having a nut ceremonially removed for their wedding day. 

Two guard women stood before the double doors, dressed in traditional tribal attire of torn leather hides barely covering their nips and crotches. They recognized us as the most recent couple who were to be wed, and saw him tearful, his testicles clearly still intact as I was forcing him to the Matriarch’s manor. Immediately, they stood on high alert and eyed him wearily. I should’ve picked up on that, they were really ready to strike. 

So it wasn’t exactly going to calm them down when I let go of his nuts and said, “Hi. I need your help castrating my boyfriend.”

They leapt into action with shocking speed, rushing past me and delivering synchronized kicks; one brutal shin for each ball, kicking with enough force to send him flying a few feet off the ground. Before I could even react, they had darted rapidly several feet away, before getting a running start, building up severe momentum as P'oiu, the pain setting in slow inched towards the ground. The very second he landed on both feet, the two women performed a stereo dropkick, the bottoms of their feet slamming into either side of his scrotum, crushing his nuts together. 

As the two women landed gracefully on their feet on either side of him, small, high pitched squeal escaped his lips but his voice clearly left him, his face frozen in fright as he slumped to his knees, speechless with pain. They lifted their legs up, looking for a synchronized stomp, flashing their pussies at him in the process, at which point I was finally able to yell out, “STOP! Wait, hold on…! J-Just one…! We only need one ruptured! I’m just, struggling to do it is all...”

“Ohhhh...” one of the guards replied, as they both slowly lowered their legs. “...Ohh, damn, that first shot usually gets them both immediately,  atleast in practice…”

“Shit, lemme check ‘em...” the other mumbled as she knelt down and inspected his scrotum. “Huh… wow, nope, neither of them are broken. In fact, they look fine… blood red and swollen as fuck but, they don’t seem near to burst.”

“Don’t remind me...” I sighed, facepalming. 

“Well, don’t worry. We’re trained to single out a nut, too.” the first guard nodded. “You want the left one gone?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I shrugged, trying not to show the humiliation on my face much.

P'oiu remained speechless as the two helped him up to his feet, his eyes darting back and forth in fright. I think the pain may have been intense that his vision was blurring, his awareness of his surroundings plummeting. It hurt to see him like that, truly, but he really had it coming for being born with such powerful balls in a matriarchal society that demands their destruction.

They each took a step back, and lined up, one behind the other, in front of him. The first dashed in and nailed his left nut with a knee, then sidestepped to allow the other to blast him with an immediate follow up jump kick that saw the balls of her feet crashland into his testicle. Before she even landed on the ground, her partner grabbed his nut and squeezed it tightly, though making sure to keep the front of it exposed. Meanwhile Guard #2, rather than land on her feet, actually landed in a provocative splits position, unleashing a palm thrust with a loud “KYAI!”, her hand smashing brutally right between Guard #1’s curling fist as it threatened to squeeze the life out of his testicle.

That all happened so damn fast I was stunned to even be able to process it, and the pain of it all seemed to hit P'oiu all at once. As he hollered, Guard 1’s grip tightened into an even more gripping vice, whilst Guard 2 began to unleash a rapid fire flurry of punches. Within ten seconds, I’m almost positive she managed to punch him a hundred times, all in the same spot of his engorged, swollen nut.

Guard 1 released him, combat rolling away and hopping to her feet as Guard 2 rolled forward, launching a leg upwards, a foot right to the bottom of his scrotum, smashing his nut and pushing it up into his pelvis. Using her sharp clawed toes, she pulled the ball away and upwards, whilst Guard 1 leapt up and performed a graceful front flip. Guard 2 lowered her leg as her partner completed the roll, and then… bang. 

Her foot shot up again, right as Guard 1 finished her motion with a truly vicious axe kick, making wonderful use of momentum. From both above and below, my beloved boyfriend’s balls were bashed by the heels of these two highly trained warrioresses. 

The tears flowed more uncontrollably than ever as he slumped to his side, openly weeping, mourning the loss of half of his manhood. The guards sprang up to their feet and high fived on a perfectly executed assault. I’m sure they were positive that the stubborn nut was finally dead… even P'oiu yelled, “They broke it! They b-broke it…!”

But I wasn’t so convinced. I kicked him in the gut until he raised his hands away, and then went down to grab that left nut. In anger, I squeezed viciously as I yelled, “Dammit! Still NOTHING!”

“WHAT?!” they each screamed in unison, understandably shocked. 

“Man, we haven’t had to do it that often but… that’s still never failed before.” one declared as she smacked her hand to her forehead. “They built dummies for us to train with two, with lifelike genitals and we absolutely mutilate those with no issue… what the fuck?! No damage at all…?”

I grimly shook my head in response. This was truly maddening.

“Alright, well… we’ll keep trying.” the other guard sighed, as my boyfriend frantically shook his head, unable to find the words to beg. “We’ve got plenty more methods...”

Indeed, they tried everything they could think of to break that ball, a litany of flashy tag moves that would’ve assuredly been destructive to anyone else. Probably my favorite sequence began with a double-footed dropkick to his scrotum in which the other guard knelt behind him, tripping him to his back. The attacking girl grabbed his legs and proceeded to repeatedly stomp ‘ol leftie to try and soften him up whilst the other woman crept behind her and in an athletic move, leapfrogged up to her shoulders. 

Dragons are pretty tall, so she stood about seven feet up in the air, then jumped up another five before coming, both feet landing with the grace of a ballerina onto that testicle. With a spin, she twisted the nut under her foot as she faced her partner, who in turn leapt at her. Catching her, they stood like that, letting both of their combined weights bear down on the nut for a few moments, before simply dropping, asses first, landing with the force of a cannonball blast against his balls.

It was fun to watch, and I’m sure hideous to experience, but it still yielded no results… nothing they did caused any real damage. It was mind-blowing…

Finally, they slumped their shoulders and one of them said, “You should ask the Matriarch what to do… I’m honestly stumped.”

They helped me pick my quivering mess of a boyfriend up and pull him to the throne room, letting his nuts drag on the marble floor the whole way until we came up to the Matriarch herself, queen of the red dragons. Despite her eternal youth, she was the oldest and tallest among our tribe, and, supposedly thanks to some secretive daily ritual, she was the shapeliest as well, with titties that were twice my size… I tried to ignore that, but it was tough because she was a permanent nudist, as per tradition.

I recounted to her my story… how nothing I did would work, how even taking his sledgehammer to his ball and leaving it there overnight did nothing, and even the advanced techniques of her royal guard saw no results. Unsurprisingly, she was utterly taken aback. Apparently such a phenomena was something she’d only seen a couple of times in her lengthy lifespan, and it served as a good omen for our relationship. 

Thankfully, she mentioned there was a procedure for special cases like this one. While it’d been some time, she declared this a fitting use for ‘The Rock’... I wasn’t certain what she was talking about, but she was actually referring to the enormous flat stone that lie in our village center. It was immensely wide, used as a stage show for many. It took me a moment to catch on to what she was wanting to do, I was stunned to find that she planned on gathering all of the able-bodied women of our tribe to lift, and then drop the damn thing onto P'oiu’s testicle!

It was probably for the best that he barely knew where he was, let alone what people were talking about around him. If he knew what was in store for him, the poor bastard may well have died of fright before we could kill his ball!

True to her word, she gathered up all the women she could to group up in the center of the village. It was a little tricky to angle him, he was on his knees and bent all the way over backwards, but we managed to put just his left nut under the crushing weight of that massive stage. He found his voice again, his scream echoing throughout our whole damn city.

Stunningly, his nut persisted, enough to actually hold up the stage to a degree! But that was okay, the Matriarch was prepared for that and took out her calling horn to declare, “Let us partake in the destruction of a stubborn ball, for the sake of Lia and P'oiu’s sacred marriage!” 

Many cheered and seemed eager to join in until she let them know that I was to have the first honor of stepping up there. And that all who partook, per tradition, had to be nude. Some seemed uncertain about that, a growing prudism that was invading our society. I was having none of that bullshit, happily stripping down and hopping enthusiastically onto the stage. Finally, I again felt positive that the nut that had tormented me was about to be destroyed. I bent over and looked P’oiu in the eye… there was nothing but horror and pain in them. I got wet as I hopped up and down, letting my breasts bounce magnificently as I put my weight down emphatically on the stage, and therefore, his nut.

When that didn’t do it, next up were the two royal guards, themselves embarrassed at their inability to break his ball, seeking vengeance. They literally tore their fur garbs off as they rushed the stage, repeatedly jumping several feet up into the air, crashing down in synchronized landings. When that still failed, the Matriarch made another call, inviting any women who wanted to help to go ahead.

Some remained squeamish, but the first to come up at this point were a group I’d seen perform on that stage many a time, belly dancers famed for their allure. They got quite a lot of applause as they stripped down and came onto the stage, shaking and swaying their full hips and wiggling their womanly chests as they actually commenced with a ceremonial dance on the spot. It seemed appropriate, and it sure was fun to watch. P’oiu’s senses must’ve been quite confused, assuming he was able to make out what was before his eyes… 

And that was only about to get more mixed. It was a wonderful sight… one by one, more women saw the spectacle and found courage, letting their garb fall as they ran up to the stage. Dozens of dragon ladies danced and hopped up on that stage by the end… I’d never seen more titties in my life and I’m sure my beau hadn’t either. 

Little did we realize, as we did this, the stage was moving more than we thought, and actually slowly nudging forward… enough to put pressure on both nuts as we put more and more weight down with our sexy, womanly bodies. I should’ve been watching that more closely… but I was just too overjoyed to finally hear that crunching and crackling, that beautiful noise of a nut about to give way. 

When there was no one else left and still no give, the Matriarch herself finally came up with a smile. She leapt up high, turning around in mid-air to face P’oiu as she landed. At that exact moment, atleast twenty other women all landed at once… and finally, that was enough.

Sadly, both balls were demolished, exploding dramatically beneath the hard stone… and even worse still, the destroyed remnants flew up in one final ejaculation and spilled some semen right onto the Matriarch’s face. In a blind rage, she flew down onto my boyfriend and grabbed his cock. It was shockingly a lot less resilient than his nuts, as she was able to rip it right off.

Without warning, it was over… his genitals were done. As he passed out from the pain, cruelly having been awake up to that point, I was stunned… I was heartbroken. I felt terrible for him, and I certainly felt terrible for me… my life up in flames, my dream destroyed.

Until I realized… this meant he couldn’t be my husband. Which meant… that I could remarry. Which meant that, I’d aided in the complete castration of a man… and I’d still get to pop more nuts! And, if by some tragedy, my next husband-to-be loses both of HIS balls by ‘accident’ as well, then… 

The revelation hit me like a monsoon. I was about to go down in legend as the most prolific ballbuster in my tribe’s history. Before I even walked off the stage, I began contemplating who my next boyfriend could be...