It was 10pm, November the 30th. Just two hours until No Nut November would finally be over. Your mistress, an extremely cruel bunny who, although far shorter than you, was always the dominant one in the relationship, had been teasing and toying with you since November 1st. There was a lot on the line for you here - she had promised you that, if you came even once before the end of November, she would smash one of your balls. Not just do something like squeeze or kick it until the pain was all you could feel, but rather take it and truly, permanently flatten it, make it into mush. You were terrified of the thought, but honestly, you almost came while she was telling you.

Your mistress, as said above, was a short bunny, only about 4’6, who loved to make men bend down to her level from pain. You found each other online a long time ago through roleplay. Her username was Ballbusting_Belle, which was enough to get you excited just from seeing a message from her pop up on your phone. Your roleplay soon evolved to you following her commands and sending her pictures and videos of you doing the kinkiest things she could make you do to please her. You loved serving her, and she loved your service. It wasn’t long before you were her only slave and she was your only mistress.

One day, she moved down to your area, and the rest of the story clicked from there. She sipped her mocha with brown paws, her sharp claws wrapped around it. Her entire body was fuzzy and soft, her face a mix of chocolate brown and milky white fur. She had large, floppy ears, and you could tell she took care of herself. That small date at the coffee shop eventually evolved to your nuts being squeezed between the rim of a public bathroom toilet and the toilet seat as she relieved herself, her ball-tail wiggling slightly as it does when she gets excited, letting her full weight flatten your poor testicles against the porcelain. Your love evolved from there until you found yourselves living together in a relationship of both pure love and kinky servitude every single day. 

It was a difficult month, but you’d made it this far somehow. Every day was a trial - your mistress constantly teased you, edging you almost every day, rubbing your shaft with her hands, feet, and even giving you blowjobs, as well as making sure to keep your balls in as much pain as possible with kicking, slapping, squeezing, and burning, but you had managed to survive. You had two hours left to go. If you could survive that much, certainly you could make it a bit further.

However, your mistress wasn’t going to let those last two hours be any easier than the rest of the month. You knew from the moment you became her slave that she loved to inflict as much pain on your balls as she possibly could, always on the edge of doing permanent damage. Some scars could be seen on the sack from times when she went a bit too far, but you both loved them - they were a sign of your servitude to her, she had said. Although she was bothered a bit by the idea that she may never be able to beat up this particular ball again, she would still have the other one and, of course, the shaft, which was good enough for her. She wanted to pop that ball like a balloon, and she constantly fantasized about it. She wasn’t giving up her opportunity to attempt it. 

You were just laying in bed, on the verge of falling asleep. Your mistress would be out for the night, she had told you - hanging out with friends or something similar. As you soon discovered, though, she had lied. She suddenly came home and entered your room, shutting the door behind her and quickly but gently getting on top of you. You woke yourself back up from your half-sleep, but it took you a second, and even afterward your mind still felt a bit hazy. SHe had chosen your most vulnerable time, obviously on purpose. “Hello little slave~” she said to you, kissing you on the lips as you tried to focus your vision. She slipped something inside as she did, then, holding your mouth open with her fingers, drained a glass of bitter yellow liquid down your throat, making you swallow the pill before you had a chance to stop yourself. The yellow liquid was familiar to you, and so was the pill - melatonin, given to you to keep you from being able to resist her. It wasn’t anything deadly or harmful, just enough to lower your ability to focus and stay fully awake.

You felt beads of sweat form on your head as your mistress slid up onto you, her ass laying on your thighs, your shaft growing erect. She pushed it away from her wet pussy as it grew - you had never been allowed to let your penis even touch her vagina, and that hadn’t changed. She curled her right hand around your shaft and rubbed her warm fingers up and down it, meanwhile lightly squeezing your balls with her left, eventually getting faster with her right and squeezing harder with her left, trying to bring you close to a climax. You panted and moaned in both pleasure and pain, the moans mixed with grunts of agony as the pain of the squeeze spread throughout your body. But that wasn’t nearly enough - she had tried that more times than you could count, and this time wasn’t going to be any different. You smiled at her in triumph, but she smiled smugly back. You felt shivers down your spine - she had a plan. 

She stopped squeezing your balls and lightly moved your penis towards her vagina, bringing it closer and closer to the slit. “You always worshipped my little slit, right, puppy~? I bet you’ve always wanted to go inside~” She let the tip of your dick tap on it from the outside. You felt your excitement rise immensely, and your tail moved beneath you. “You want me to put it in, slave?” she said sadistically, meanwhile squeezing one of your balls lightly - that was the ball she had promised to destroy if you failed.

Despite this reminder of the consequences of your actions, you couldn’t help yourself. Her warm ass against your thighs, her furry paws on your dick and balls, your tip finally feeling the warmth of her immaculate pussy, it was all too much for you to resist. “Y-y-yes, m-mistress!” you said through panting and moaning. She licked her lips and slowly slid it in, your penis being grasped by the tight, wet, warm walls of her sheath. She pushed it all the way in and laid down on top of you, resting her head on your chest, her floppy ears on your shoulders as she reached her hands down and squeezed both your balls back and forth, sending shots of pain throughout your system with no predictable pattern. 

She then grabbed your shoulders and flipped you over, letting you be on top for the first time you had ever been. You eclipsed her body beneath you, but she didn’t mind. She was soft and fuzzy, her entire body almost as warm as her core. She was a virgin, and so were you - she had said multiple times that she would never want to lose it to someone as gross and disgusting as you, but her current actions betrayed her past sentiments. She whispered to you, “Go on, slave~ Don’t hold back, just let it go~ I’m on birth control, nothing is going to happen.” Your tail was wagging excitedly as you began to move your body up and drown, thrusting in and out of her. She held a firm grasp on your balls the whole time, pressing her claws into them and stretching them as you moved. You could barely control your actions, even the thought of one of your balls being broken permanently wasn’t enough to stop you. Before you knew it, you felt it coming, far too late for you to stop it. Your mistress smiled smugly at you, her face becoming red with excitement and pleasure as you released your hut cum directly into her, taking her virginity and yours, as well as sealing your fate. Your face was just as red as hers, both from the climax and the humiliation of how she was treating you. You quickly climbed off her and opened your phone, looking at the time in desperate hope that it had gone past midnight.

11:57pm. Just three minutes away. If you had lasted just three more minutes, you would’ve been fine. But that wasn’t the case - your mistress had won. That whole month of chastity was for nothing. One of your balls was to be reduced to ash that night. “Belle, please, think about this, can’t we work some other punishment out?” You desperately spoke to your mistress, and she giggled in response, getting out of the bed. Cum fell from her privates as she did so. She smiled at you cruelly and sadistically. You felt sweat run down your face and dampen your fur. You were scared out of your mind of what was to come, but your body betrayed you. Your shaft was even more erect than it had been during sex, and your tail was fast. You continued trying to reason with her nonetheless. “I-I’ll wear a chastity cage for two months! Maybe even a ball crusher with it for days on end on the highest possible squeezing setting! Or I could be your personal toilet for the next week, or month, or year, I’ll just sustain myself on your waste! I could even do all three of those at the same time, I promise I’ll do anything if you just spare my ball mistress!” She just responded by giggling once again.

“Sorry, slave, but I’ve made up my mind~ You lost the bet, and I want to claim my prize~” She kicked you in the crotch, sending a bolt of pain throughout your system as your balls throbbed. You fell to your knees, moving your hands to clutch them, but she kicked your hands away. “Legs spread.” You slowly did as she said, the fear making tears come to your eyes. Your balls sat exposed on the ground between your legs. Your entire body shivered. Precum poured from your shaft like a waterfall, and your tail was wagging fast enough to generate an air current. She slowly and tenderly placed one of her paws on your left ball. Stomping was not an uncommon activity for her, but you knew it was going to be far different this time. 

“Ready, puppy~?” You gulped and shook your head. There was no way you could be ready for this, but she didn’t care. She slowly put weight on her paw, pressing your ball into the hardwood floor. You felt your head swimming with immense pain. You began to pant and grunt, holding onto her leg tightly for support, your body shaking from fear. She began to push even harder, your ball getting flatter and flatter against the ground as she pressed until it was barely as thick as your thumb. You saw red, barely being able to breathe from the pain. It was worse than anything she’d made you do before, worse even than the ball crusher on the highest setting. You could see the ball turning blue beneath her foot. “Here we go~” she said cheerfully, smiling with glee as she put the rest of her weight on her foot and gave it one final push. Your ball finally gave way, smashing into just a pool of cum inside your sack. You couldn’t even bring yourself to scream in pain, just letting out once last grunt as your body was enveloped in agony. A huge load of cum and blood shot out of your dick and onto the floor as you yourself fell on your back, still grasping your mistress’ warm, tender leg. She was red in the face and extremely wet, fingering herself as she smiled with the purest happiness and pleasure you had ever seen.

Before you knew it, she was raising her other foot. “Sorry, toilet, I can’t help it, this is too good!” She stomped on your other ball far harder than she had ever stomped before and it immediately ruptured, this time spilling out of the sack in an explosion of blood and cum, sending another huge glob of both going through your shaft. This time, you did scream - the pain was too much, you felt like you were in Hell, and yet, the pleasure was almost just as great, if not greater. The pain was the best thing you had ever experienced in your life, and your mistress’ happy smile made every moment so worth it. You eventually managed to get out, “M-mistress, w-we agreed on o-only one b-ball.” You weren’t angry - your voice was laced with the joy of the ultimate pleasure you were experiencing. “Sorry, puppy. It was just too good. I couldn’t help myself.” She got down on the floor and laid down on top of you, letting you slide your shaft into her vagina and wrapping her cozy arms around your body, her floppy ears and head both nuzzling up against your chest. “It felt amazing, slave, I’d give anything to do that again~ I want to smash them into mush every single day of my life!”

She rubbed your flat ball sack with her paws. “You were so cute, toilet, I loved your pain so much! I wish I could experience it a thousand times over.” You smiled, still in immense agony and pleasure. “I-I love you, mistress. But I’ll miss the feeling of your kicking and squeezing - the shaft just isn’t the same.” She smiled. “I would miss that a lot too. But, thankfully for us, I have a solution to our problem.”

She rolled onto the floor and reached under the bed. She then pulled out a metal case, opening it by flicking open a latch. Inside was a small bottle of pinkish liquid with a medical label on it and a syringe. She pulled both of them out and stuck the needle inside the liquid, filling the syringe all the way, then getting back on top of him, straddling his legs and letting her ass once again sit against his thighs. She smiled at him with a mix of lust, sadistic desire, and love in her eyes. “W-what is that?” you said to her, terrified. “Oh, this? It’s a little serum I paid a certain person quite a lot of money to give me.” She grabbed his still erect cock with one of her hands. “Hold still, dear~” You shivered as she stuck the needle into the tip of your penis, pushing it into your urethra and slowly draining the liquid in. “W-what? I-I don’t understand, what are you doing, Belle?” you stuttered out, confused, but not scared. You trusted her - whatever this was, it would be good for you. The needle in your shaft did hurt like hell though. “And did you really have to put it in through my dick?”

She laid on top of you once again, this time not letting your shaft into her pussy. She cuddled up against your pathetic body laying on the cold wood floor. “Just wait until tomorrow, then you’ll see what it does~ Now get up and go take a shower, then come back here. I want to cuddle.”

After a bit, you managed to get yourself up and into the shower. She did the same after you, and you both met in bed, holding each other’s warm, soft, fuzzy bodies against each other. She kissed you lightly on the cheek and closed her eyes. Sleep came fast, the pleasure and pain still swirling around in your head as you dozed off.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon cooking. Belle had already gotten up to prepare breakfast, it seemed. You sat up and stretched your arms, not bothering to put on clothes as you walked into the kitchen. Your bedroom was directly linked to it - you were both living in an apartment, albeit a very nice one next to the beach. You both enjoyed the combination of the cozy feeling of a small living space combined with the low cost when compared to a house, letting you both have more time to spend with each other. 

“Good morning, honey~” She said to you as you walked in, pecking you on the cheek. She used her spatula to take the bacon off the pan and place it onto a plate on the counter next to scrambled eggs - she had already prepared that. You sat down on the chair in front of the plate, mildly confused as she sat down next to you. This wasn’t how the morning normally went - usually, you would be greeted with a kick to the crotch instead of a peck on the cheek, or she would’ve made you put your cock and balls in the frying pan. Then, you remembered the events of the previous night, all coming back to you in an instant as your grogginess cleared up. There was no point in kicking you if your balls were gone, of course. “How are you feeling?” she asked, eating from her own plate. “Fine, actually,” you responded. You didn’t feel weird at all - there was no more pain, and there was no new sensation accompanying your partial castration, besides a bit of regret at the fact that your balls were permanently gone. 

“That’s good~” she responded, her fluffy ball tail jiggling a little bit as she said so. She wasn’t wearing any clothes either, which was a bit off - usually, she would be wearing clothes in the morning. You didn’t get to put on yours until she either told you to go get dressed or she picked out your outfit for you if she wanted to be particularly in control that day. “Alright, get up for me. I want to get a little bit of energy out.” Your ears perked up and your tail wagged. You weren’t sure what she was going to do, but you were extremely excited to find out. Surely some new form of torture to your shaft, maybe sticking a pencil up it or making you put it on the burner, was what she had planned.

Much to your confusion, she just pulled her leg back, like she was planning to kick you. You spread your legs on instinct but didn’t brace yourself - getting kicked in the shaft hurt a little, but it wasn’t even comparable to the impact being done on the balls instead.

And yet, when she thrust her leg into your crotch, you felt the familiar and agonizing pain of ballbusting spread throughout your whole system as you crumpled to the floor. She immediately followed it up by stomping on your poor genitals, then squatting down and pushing your shaft aside. You realized then that your balls were back and better than ever - in fact, they were far larger too, going from barely two inches long to well over six. She stomped her foot onto both, flattening them back and forth. It was far more painful than it had ever been before, but you couldn’t help but smile. “That serum was well worth it~ It makes your body regenerate itself, although the doctor did say it has some quirks, like making the newer body parts a bit off in size sometimes and far less resistant to pain~ And the best part is, once I’ve injected you once, it’ll continue working for the next year, and I still have half the vial!” She jumped down on the ground and began passionately making out with you in joy, kicking both your balls over and over again as she did so. “I can’t wait slave, I’m going to smash them into mush every single day~!” You were overwhelmed with joy and fear immediately. Life was about to get far more painful and far more fun. “I already have a list of ideas, slave~ I want to try the garbage disposal first~” Your heart dropped as she said that. This was going to be a long day.

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