Combat Battle Training Universe - A Hero Humiliated

A Hero Humiliated

The hero Crimson was walking down the street on one of his patrols. Crime never rested, and nor shall he. His dark, crimson hair glistened in the light, his crimson eyes glowing as he scanned the streets, walking confidently in his super suit, a skintight crimson ensemble. He glanced down and shifted his tights to be comfortable for his big bulge, and suddenly had a flash back to the gym a couple days ago, when that asshole had ballbashed him there. “Man, I’m gonna get that guy one day.”

Around the corner along an adjacent street was Atom-Smasher, kicking along a can as he eyed the streets for an easy target to rob. His silver hair spiked up and wavy, silver eyes darting this way and that as his almost permanent smirk marred his smooth face. He had a fur shoulder cloak, keeping his chest and abs exposed, wearing some tight black trousers and heft boots. He rounds the corner and immediately spots Crimson, the bane of all villains in this city. He freezes, before ducking back around the corner out of sight, just as civilians started seeing their favourite hero and asking for photos and autographs. “Oooo, I wasn’t planning on running into him today!” the villain said to himself.

Meanwhile, Crimson soaked up the attention from his admirers. “Autograph? For sure!” He smiled his cocky smile and signed away, even posing for a few photos with the civilians, still unaware of Atom-Smashers presence.

The villain peered around the corner and sees Crimson posing with people. Suddenly his smirk curls into a menacing smile as his head is filled with a devilish idea. Atom-Smasher was gifted with the ability to slow and even pause time, a gift he had used to further himself as a villain in the city. But seeing a hero distracted, he finally thought to use his ability to have a little fun at Crimson’s expense. He focused and paused time, and as everyone was frozen, he sneaks up behind Crimson and yanks the hero’s tights down as the photo is about to be taken, and then runs back to hide around the corner again before unpausing time.

Crimson stood posing for the photo as the phone camera flashed, only to be met with some stifled laughs and chuckles from the admirers. He frowned, before looking down and blushing, realizing his tights must have slipped down, exposing his tight pink briefs underneath. He gulped, trying to joke to cover up his embarrassment. “Just a w-wardrobe malfunction, y’know…” He laughed awkwardly, “What can you do?”

Some of the bystanders laughed with him slightly, and around the corner, so too did Atom-Smasher. He realized there was so much more potential for fun though, and paused time once again, just as Crimson had pulled his tights back up. Once everyone was frozen, he again made his way over behind Crimson, this time kneeling down behind him and slamming his fist up between the hero’s legs from behind, his knuckles sinking deeply into Crimson bulge. Just as his fist made contact, Atom-Smasher unpaused time just as the camera took its next shot, Atom-Smasher’s fist buried deep in Crimsons balls.

Crimsons eyes widened as he felt a fist smashing into his bulge. “A-aaauugh?!”

He leaned forward with his tongue sticking out and his eyes rolling upwards, the hero’s legs instinctively crossing as he cupped his bulge in pain.

The crowd gasps in shock at what has just happened to their hero. Atom-Smasher stands up straight behind their hunched over hero and raises his hands. “I am Atom-Smasher! And I will prove to you here today just how weak your mighty hero Crimson really is!”

He looks down to see Crimson hunched forward, still groaning in ball pain, and aims his leg. “How will I achieve this, you ask? By doing what I do best! SMASHING ATOMS!”

“Nnnngh” Crimson growled, “You bastard. You’re going to pay for this…”

The villain laughs before taking aim once more, winding his foot back and kicking between Crimson’s legs from behind.

“A-aaagh!” Crimson howled in pain as his nuts were flattened in his tights once more, launched forward from the powerful kick.

As the hero is launched forward, Atom-Smasher pauses time once more, then rushes forward and yanks Crimson’s tights down around his ankles, leaving his pink briefs completely on show. Then, he went towards the girl in front of Crimson, and takes her knee and raises it up fast, knowing once time resumed, the momentum would be amplified. He gets back behind the hero and unpauses time, watching as Crimson speedos forward suddenly and lands balls first on his fangirls knee.

“A-aaaaugh!” Crimson cried out as he landed balls first, his legs crossing as he backed up, nursing his aching balls, realizing his briefs bulge was growing slowly as he was beginning to feel aroused. He looked down, “Oh no, not again…”

As Crimson backs up, his tights around his ankles making him stumble, Atom-Smasher smirked, knowing he doesn’t even need his powers at this point. He kneels down behind Crimson and slams yet another uppercut into his balls from behind, his fist smashing Crimsons pink bulge as onlookers filmed everything.

Crimson moaned loudly as his balls were once more uppercutted and he could only lean forward as his eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out of his mouth. The humiliation of losing this way to a villain would destroy his pride, he knew.

Atom Smasher paused time once more and pried the heros hands away from his underwear bulge, before grabbing Crimsons own fist and slamming it downwards, aiming at his pink bulge. Then he unpaused.

Crimson felt a moment of daze from Atom-Smasher’s use of his ability, then cried out in shock as his own fist crashed into his bulge. “A-aughw!”

Crimson dropped to his knees, his hands rubbing his aching nuts. Cameras started flashing and clicking, the crowd in disbelief over what they saw; their favourite hero pantsed in pink briefs being totally ballbashed. Suddenly, news vans started turning up and crews were filming the whole thing live for tv networks, and Atom-Smasher smirked as another idea came to him.

Crimson blushed seeing the seriousness of the situation, knowing he had to take control to save face in front of all the cameras. He quickly yanked his tights back up and rose to his feet. “Nnngh…y-you….you’re going to pay….Atom-Smasher!”

Quickly, Crimson dashed towards the villain, trying to land his famed Phoenix Punch as flames burned off his fist in the shape of a phoenix.

Atom-Smasher turned to see the punch coming. Instinctively, he paused time before the punch could land. Then, almost nonchalantly, he took Crimsons fist and redirected it, aiming right for the hero’s bulge. Taking a couple of steps back, Atom-Smasher rubbed his chin as he unpaused time to watch his move unfold.

“Auugh?!” Crimsons shriek would echo throughout the city as his Phoenix Punch would slam into his nuts, the flames burning away the crotch of his super suit and exposing his pink briefs once more as he was launched from the impact, slamming into the side of a news van, pinned in the dent, dazed and destroyed. “Nnngh….a-aaaagh.” He moaned as his pink bulge ached, suddenly tenting as he grew rock hard for all the news cameras to see.

“Ooops,” Atom-Smasher said sarcastically, before he felt a slight headache wash over him. Time-bending was taking its toll, and he knew he had to utilize Crimson’s weakened state against him. He barged over to some camera men and knocked them aside, stealing their cables from the van to tie Crimson spread-eagled against the side of the news van. Then he took control of one of the cameras streaming live across the world and slammed the lens straight into Crimsons exposed pink briefs bulge. “Now all the world will see Crimson’s atoms smashed!”

Crimson could do little to fight back as he was tied spread-eagled. “N-no, p-please!” He begged.

“Aaaaaaaughhhhh!” He moaned as the lens fired into his balls a second time.

Atom-Smasher smirked and then lay the camera down on the ground, aiming it up so it had full view of Crimson’s bulge and face. The villain then stepped in front and looked down the lens. “And this folks, is what happens when you try to be a hero…” he proceeds to grab the waistband of Crimsons briefs, and yank them up harshly, giving the hero a massive nut wedgie.

“K-kyaaaaa!” Crimsons screamed as his nuts were flattened in the wedgie.

“Step one, folks…” Atom-Smasher laughed.

Atom-Smasher yanked up even harder on the wedgie, Crimsons cock and balls totally outlined in the stretched fabric of his pink briefs. “Step two!” He yanked up again and this time Crimson’s nuts slipped out of either leg hole of his underwear, his bare nuts totally exposed. “…now, you have your golden targets, folks!”

The villain then unlatched Crimsons belt, sliding the wedgie in place, and using the belt to fasten the wedgie there, freeing his hands as the hero’s wedgie was fixed in place. “And now folks, we prepare for the third and final step!”

Atom-Smasher smirks at Crimson.

The hero trembles. “N-no, stop! I can’t…aaaugh…I’m gonna…-!” He moans from the sensations he is feeling in his groin.

“And now, we take our best shot!” Atom-Smasher says as he runs towards Crimson, but just before he lands his attack, he pauses time and kneels down in front of Crimson. He raises both fists and punches the heros bare balls twenty times.

He then unpauses time and stomps into Crimsons balls as the camera watched on, cum exploding everywhere from the ball busted hero.

“KYAAAAAA!!!” Crimson cried out as his balls were smashed, his pink bulge exploding with cum as it fires everywhere. He slumped forward, twitching and thrusted forward as his balls were emptied.

Atom-Smasher kept his foot pressed against Crimsons balls the entire time, grinding away and making sure every drop was grinded out. “Is there anything our battered hero would like to say to the camera?” Atom-Smasher says as he picks the camera up and zooms in on his foot against Crimsons nuts and then zooms in on Crimsons face.

Crimson, still twitching as the last of his cum shot over the villains foot, responded with just a simple agonizing moan, his face cringed in pain and pleasure, tongue hanging out, drooling and eyes rolling back in pain. “A-aagh…ngaaa-“ he panted.

Atom-Smasher turned the camera to himself and said, “Well, that’s all folks!”, before slamming the lens into Crimsons totally emptied balls once more, the world watching as their hero’s balls were crunched once again.

Then, the villain smirked as he leaned in towards Crimson. “You know, I recognize you, pal!” he whispered.

Then, he used his ability to drop the time sphere that encircled his face, allowing himself to distort his face to hide his true identity. Once his mask had dropped, Crimson gasped, recognizing his attacker from the gym.

“Y-you?!”

But before the hero could do anything, the time sphere was re-applied and Atom-Smasher ploughed the camera once more into Crimsons balls, before turning and leaving the hero for everyone to photograph. “We’ll meet again, I am sure, Crimson…”

Crimson moaned and groaned as he faded to black, watching Atom-Smasher disappear amongst the flashes of the cameras.

 

 

Combat Battle Training Universe - Leon's Workout

 

Leon’s Workout

(This is a story based in a universe where superpowered beings exist. This is the first of a series.)

Leon was not your average eighteen-year-old guy. Yes, he may be handsome in a boyish way, toned and muscular standing at 168cm tall and weighing in around 70kgs, but there was more to him than meets the eye. Currently, standing in the gym and checking himself out in the mirror, he stared at his blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. This were unnatural for him. You see, by day, Leon was your average eighteen-year-old near graduation at school, popular and admired by his peers, but by night, Leon was a hero. A superhero, to be precise, by the name of Crimson. Crimson would usually be wearing a tight red and black body suit, form fitting and a reflection of Crimsons superior body. The hero would flaunt his natural crimson hair colour and deep red eyes, but as Leon, he had to hide under blonde hair and blue eyes, behind glasses.

He was flexing in the mirror, lost in his thoughts when some girls also at the gym noticed him.

“Can we take a pic?” One of them asked.

Leon gave a slight grin. “Sure.”

This was not abnormal for him. He had a lot of admirers and was the most popular kid at school. As he put his arms around the girls as they started snapping selfies and giggling, he would flex his arms to make sure they got the good side of him. ‘If only they knew who I really was,’ he thought to himself.

Soon, chat began amongst them, the usual flirtations and playfulness. “There’s no doubt I am the strongest guy here.” Leon said, flexing his muscles.

This got the attention of another guy at the gym, who had been lost in his own workout routine. Leon’s words pierced his ears, and he stood up from the bench press machine. Riley was 22 years old, with a muscular body standing at 175cm tall and weighing 80kgs. His dark hair, unkempt, brushed over his hazel eyes as they stared straight over at Leon. Leon had his shirt off, flexing for the girls, his black shorts tight and form fitting. Riley rolled his eyes and could not resist the temptation to put this cocky guy in his place.

“You ain’t the strongest in here dude…” he scoffed, “get over yourself.”

Riley went to adjust the weights on the bench press, to continue his routine. Leon smirked as he turned to see who had spoken up.

“Heh, I can beat you in a fight for certain.” He thought that would end it, as he turned back to the girls and started flexing for them once more.

But Riley was not one to let things slide. He turned back to face Leon, only to find the younger boy had seemingly moved on, his back turned to him. Riley quietly got close, before kneeling behind Leon.

“Still strong there, buddy?” Riley said, before launching his forearm up between Leon’s legs from behind.

“Hm?” Leon replied, before Riley’s fist slammed into his shorts bulge. “A-aaugh!”

He moaned and leant forward, his hands immediately cupping his bulge in pain. The commotion had now caught the attention of every gym goer there.

Riley noticed he has everyone’s attention now. Leon blushed, seeing everyone looking towards him as he turned his head to look at his attacker. “You bas-“

Leon’s sentence was cut short, as Riley smirked and, still kneeling, takes the chance to pump another uppercut into Leon’s bulge from behind.

“G-gah!” Leon gasped, moaning in pain, and staggering back, holding his bulge once more.

“Still the strongest here, buddy?” Riley chuckled, slowly getting to his feet.

“You bastard…you’re going to pay for that!” Leon said, still rubbing his aching nuts.

“Oh really?” Riley smirked in delight at the young boy in front of him rubbing himself in pain. “I don’t think you’re in a position to threaten me, pal…”

Some people in the crowd started murmuring amongst themselves, laughing at the ballbusting they were witnessing. Leon was blushing in embarrassment, and let his anger take over as he had a sudden outburst at one of the gym goers watching. “You want some too, you weak fool?”

Riley took full advantage of this distraction, launching himself forward and pinning Leon against the wall before driving his knee up between his legs.

“A-aagh!” Leon grunted as the pain in his balls ignited once more and could not help the fact that something was stirring in his shorts bulge.

Riley doesn’t notice the growing bulge of Leon’s shorts, and uses his feet to kick Leon’s legs apart, spreading them even wider.

“N-no, don’t…!” Leon pleads, before Riley’s knee slammed twice more into his bulge.

Leon gasped and moaned in pain and pleasure, his hands cupping his aching nuts as he leant forward, his forehead resting on his attacker’s chest. Riley smirked at the onlookers before his hand snaked its way down and grabbed Leon’s shorts bulge, squeezing his balls. But it was at this moment that Riley realized something hard and rigid was brushing up against his wrist.

“Oh, you want this to happen to your nuts, buddy?” Riley asked, mockingly.

“Aghh, n-no, let go of my nnngh-” Leon moaned loudly, panting as his tongue stuck out from his mouth and he blushed with embarrassment, being humiliated by Riley in front of the girls he was showing off too.

Everyone watching seemed to enjoy seeing the young hunk get ballbashed, and Riley was very aware of this. He spun Leon around to face the girl, Leon still cupping his aching bulge. Riley reached around and pried his hands away from his balls, his shorts outlining everything they contained. Then, Riley balled up his fist and swung it down into Leon’s nuts.

Leon moaned loudly in pain as the fist connected with his orbs, forcing his eyes to roll up into the back of his head and his tongue to hang from his mouth as he was further humiliated in front of everyone watching on, some of whom were now filming with their phones.

But before Leon could cup his balls in pain, Riley knelt behind him and grabbed the young stud’s shorts, pantsing him. Leon blushes as he feels his tight red speedos underneath get exposed, his bulge now even more visible. “Nnngh….y-you!”

Leon balled up his fist and swung it backwards, trying to connect with Riley’s face. But Riley caught it.

“The fun is only just beginning!” He whispered into Leon’s ear as everyone laughs and points at Leon’s exposed speedo bulge.

Riley keeps the fist pinned upwards and wraps his other hand around to pin Leon’s other arm to his side, Leon struggling and squirming, spreading his legs to attempt to gain leverage. But now it seemed, other than just enjoying the show, the girl Leon was trying to impress now wanted to have a shot herself. Without a moment’s hesitation, she swung her leg back and kicked straight between Leon’s legs, her foot ploughing into Leon’s speedo bulge.

Leon did not see it coming. “A-Aaaaugh!” He screamed in pleasure and pain from the kick, as a burst of pre-cum splattered the front of his speedos.

Riley looked down and noticed the wet patch appear on Leon’s speedos. “Oops, was that meant to happen?”

He smirks before reaching down past Leon’s abs and navel, taking a handful of the front waistband of Leon’s speedo and yanking it up fast, giving the young studs nuts a massive wedgie, flattening them inside his speedos.

“Haaaa….haaaa,” Leon moaned as the wedgie squashed his nuts, “you’re….going to p-pay, you…Gyaaaah!”

There was nothing Leon could do as his nuts were further flattened. Riley continued to pull on the frontal wedgie until Leon was barely on his feet, dancing on his tiptoes to try and relieve the pain his balls were enduring. Riley let the wedgie go, causing the stud to drop, but not before slamming his knee up between Leon’s legs.

“Kyaaaaa-!” He cried out loudly, falling onto his back as cum exploded inside his speedos, leaking everywhere.

Riley smiled, looking down at his victim as Leon’s bulge twitched with spurt after spurt of cum. “So, what were you saying about being the strongest?”

Riley bent forward and took a hold of Leon’s ankles, lifting and spreading them wide before placing his foot softly onto Leon’s soaked speedos bulge. “N-no, p-please! M-Mercy!” Leon begged.

“Because, I mean, you definitely don’t have the strongest balls…” Riley said before grinding Leon’s balls flat inside his speedo.

“I don’t want to hear you saying you are the strongest in this gym again…got it?” Riley asks as he presses even more pressure on the stud’s speedo bulge.

“Aaagh! Y-Yes yes! I promise not to say that!” Leon moaned as he flailed about and clawed at Riley’s foot gas pedalling his nuts.

“Good.” Riley said before he posed at everyone filming with a thumbs up and his foot still pressing mercilessly on Leon’s speedo bulge. “’Cos if you do, these videos will go EVERYWHERE!”

Before he finished, he lifted his foot up and pumped it straight back down again on Leon’s balls, forcing yet another load out of Leon’s balls.

“A-Aaaagh!” Leon cried out loudly, before Riley walked off, leaving him there twitching and moaning.

 To Be Continued...

Crimson reference

Leon reference, inspired by Brenton Thwaites

Riley

King Rush Defends the Crown Jewels - Part Four: A Tale of Two Furries

 

KING RUSH DEFENDS THE CROWN JEWELS IV

A TALE OF TWO FURRIES

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character. 

King Rush winced as he arose from his bed, his paw instinctively cupping the bulge in his soft pajama bottoms. It had been a slow couple of days, as the king had spent them in his chambers recovering from the brutal assault on his manhood at the hands of the Ballbusting Bandit, Riley.

And yet, in those days, his guards had accomplished nothing in their hunt for the young fox. They had found nothing. They had still not even found the cabin in which the fox had held King Rush. There was nothing to go off, no leads.

And the king’s sleep had also been disturbed, with nightmares. Sometimes, King Rush would awaken with a fright, memories of the abuse to his balls coursing through his mind. But then, sometimes, they were matched with just as many dreams of Riley being caring and passionate, a side to the young fox just barely detected by the king.

‘There must be some clue’, the king thought to himself, nursing his nads, ‘something, anything. A mistake…?’

Then, in a flash, a memory came back to him. Something the fox had said in that cabin…

‘…I, Riley Vulpes, the so-called Ballbusting Bandit…’

King Rush frowned to himself. ‘Vulpes?’ he thought, ‘I know that name from somewhere…’

Slowly, he stood up from his bed, gathered his gown and wrapped it around himself. There was one place he knew he could look; he was sure there would be something there. Taking a step, he winced as his nuts knocked against his thigh. Still so sensitive, King Rush growled in frustration.

It was going to be a slow walk to the Archives.

~          ~          ~

Riley frowned, looking down at the parchment spread against his desk. The map was accurate, in fact, he had all the details now. Memorizing it will be the easy part. He smiled as he realized he was getting closer to his endgame.

Since the kidnapping of the king, Riley had found himself obsessing over the wolf he had tied up and ballbusted. King Rush, his perfect victim. Not a day or night went by where the young fox did not think about the king, or his balls. The sound of his knee flattening the king’s balls, or the feel of his knuckles sinking into King Rush’s bulge.

Riley closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat, his hand sliding slowly down to the growing erection in his trousers. He thought of the king’s face in pain, of the royal wolf bound and helpless. The cum…

‘So much cum…’ Riley thought, his hand slipping beneath his trousers.

A muffled cry came from the room next door, followed by a muffled scream and shriek. Riley sighed.

He rose from his seat, stealing a glance at the map before approaching the door leading to the next room. Riley composed himself, before pushing open the door.

The young fox smirked, his eyes falling on the victim he had bound to his infamous platform. His victim was another fox, with a red coat. He was stripped to a pair of grey boxer briefs, hugging his form nicely. Riley’s eyes drifted down to the bulge in his victim’s underwear. Tied, and gagged, the red fox could go nowhere, and at the sight of Riley entering the room, he shrieked into his ball-gag once more.

“I would think,” Riley said as he took a sinister step forward, “as King Rush’s most trusted guard, you would know to speak only when spoken to…”

The red fox’s eyes pleaded for mercy as he whimpered slightly into his gag. Riley smiled, and balled up his fist.

“Well, Connor, since you are so eager to continue…” Riley said, his lips curling into a smile.

Riley slammed his fist up into his victim’s bulge.

~          ~          ~

Each step down the spiral stairs was slow and painful for King Rush. He usually avoided going to the Archives due to the long way down, but now more than ever he hated this staircase. Each step his nuts would slap against his thigh, each time he yelped slightly.

Eventually, though, the king made it, and was met with a room of high bookshelves and stacks upon stacks of aging parchments. Somewhere, in this room, there will be a clue. Something that will help him find the young fox.

Each bookshelf was dedicated to a different king. There was one for his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and so on. So, King Rush came to the bookshelf dedicated to him. Still only half full, indicative of his so-far short reign, he sighed. The top shelves had all been stacked, meaning he would have to use a ladder. He groaned.

The ladder was lying on the floor, and he grabbed it, realigning it with the shelf and slowly making his way up. Again, each movement caused a stinging sensation in his balls.

“Oooh, my nuts…” King Rush whispered to himself as he gingerly climbed the ladder.

Once he reached the top, he scanned the spines of the various books and journals. He was trying to figure out which one to extract when he came across the title ‘King Rush Abolishes Slavery’. A sudden image of Riley came to King Rush’s mind, the red collar around Riley’s neck, the bands around his wrists. They were identified with slavery.

Without hesitating further, King Rush removed the book from the shelf. It was heavy. So heavy in fact, the king suddenly felt himself losing balance. He reached out with his free hand to grab the shelf to steady himself, but instead grabbed a different book, which slipped over. Suddenly, the king slipped from the ladder.

Landing on his back, he hit the stone floor with a thud, the wind knocked from his lungs. The heavy book on slavery slammed onto the desk while the ladder fell back against the shelf. King Rush groaned. ‘That could have been worse…’ he thought to himself, laying there for a moment.

Having been shaken by the commotion, the shelf had wobbled slightly, causing the book that the king had tried to brace himself with to fall from the shelf, hurtling down. King Rush did not see it until it was too late.

THUMP!

The book landed squarely on King Rush’s bulge. The pajama bottoms were so thin that they scarcely provided any padding, let alone protection. The king crossed his eyes, his knees slamming together and his paws reaching down to his now throbbing balls.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…” The wolf whimpered, before howling in pain.

King Rush curled up into a ball, nursing his busted balls.

~          ~          ~

Riley slammed another fist into the red fox’s bulge, tears forming in Connor’s eyes as his balls were flattened against his pelvis inside his tight boxer briefs. Riley was not letting up.

“When I remove your gag, you will NOT scream this time, yes?” Riley said, as he reached down and grabbed Connor’s bulge. The red fox did not answer though, so Riley squeezed harder and twisted. “YES?”

Connor shrieked into his gag, his eyes wide as he nodded his head and mumbled into the gag. Riley smirked before easing his grip on Connor’s bulge, instead stroking his balls gently. Then he reached up and gently removed the gag stuffed into the red fox’s mouth.

“P-please, l-let me go.” Connor mumbled, his nuts aching.

Riley shook his head. “Not until you give me what I need.”

“I-I c-can’t…” Connor whimpered, “p-please, you have to understand…”

“Oh, I understand,” Riley frowned, “I understand that you won’t, rather than you can’t. You are very capable of giving me what I need. You are simply choosing not to…”

Without warning, Riley rammed his knee up into Connor’s exposed bulge. Connor cried out in shock and pain, a new wave of anguish swimming over his body.

“It is not a matter of if you will give me what I want,” Riley smiled, flashing a glance at Connor’s face, “but when.”

The red fox squirmed in his bindings, desperate to escape. Riley laughed at his victim, knowing there was no way he could escape. He walked over to a large ice box in the corner of the room, opening it. Sitting like trophies within were vials upon vials. Most of them were filled with what Connor could see was some type of liquid, clear in some, milky in others. On the top shelf stood a vial that was only a quarter full. This one Riley took and walked over to his helpless victim.

“Tell me, Connor,” Riley held up the vial to the red fox, “do you know what this is?”

Connor gulped, shaking his head. “N-no…”

Riley smirked. “This vial contains the royal seed. The essence of the king’s manhood. Do you want to know how I came to have this in my possession?”

Connor remained silent, quivering, so Riley continued. “I acquired this by putting His Royal Highness, King Rush in the very same predicament you now find yourself in. I busted his crown jewels until he could not contain his cum any longer. But there is one problem. Do you know what it is?”

Connor shook his head, at which Riley stepped closer to the red fox. “As you can see,” he said, placing the vial close to Connor’s face, “it is not full.”

Riley stepped back to the ice box, returning his prized vial to the top shelf. “You can either help me fill the rest of the king’s vial,” the young fox said with a smirk, before reaching down and extracting an empty vial, “or, you can fill this vial.”

Connor’s eyes widened with fear, seeing Riley approach him with the empty vial. His eyes saw past his captor and to the ice box, seeing all the vials Riley had already filled. ‘Are they all his victims?’ he wondered in terror.

Before Connor could respond, Riley balled up his fist and slammed it into the red fox’s balls once more.

~          ~          ~

King Rush groaned as he slowly made it to his feet, one paw on his aching bulge, the other resting firmly on the desk to stabilize himself. He winced before reaching for a nearby stool and dragging it closer to him, taking his seat.

He sighed with relief, and then reached down, stretching his pajama bottoms out to peer down within. His balls were slightly red, still recovering from the abuse at the hands of Riley, but seemingly worse off following the sudden busting sustained by a large book.

‘Just my luck…’ the king thought to himself, before turning his focus back to the book he had laid out on the desk before him.

King Rush Abolishes Slavery, the cover read. The king prided on his achievement documented in this book. His father had long attempted to abolish slavery, but never quite succeeded. King Rush on the other hand, took the necessary steps to get it done. Slowly, he opened the book, dust billowing out from within. King Rush coughed slightly, waving the dust away, and flicked through to the index. Scanning down the page to the letter V, his finger traced the contents. His heart stopped.

Vulpes.

He shuddered. He knew he recognized the name, and now here it was in front of him. Eagerly, he flipped the pages to the designated number. The eyes of the king widened when he noticed how much information there was here. It seemed whoever documented these events delved into the history of the name Vulpes. It dated back to the time of King Rush’s own great-grandfather.

Immediately, King Rush noticed that the primary occupation of the Vulpes family was slave-trading. The king clenched his jaw. So Riley was not the descendent of a slave, rather, a slave-trader.

‘That would explain his tools,’ King Rush thought, ‘and his penchant for inflicting pain.’

King Rush read as much as there was on the family of Vulpes. It turned out that much of King Rush’s great-grandfather and grandfather’s reigns was financed by funds provided by the Vulpes family. The two families worked closely together, seemingly benefiting from one another. It all changed however when King Rush’s father took to the throne, attempting to change the laws in the kingdom regarding slavery. Reading intently, King Rush discovered that upon details of the Vulpes family’s brutal tactics in their trade being uncovered, King Rush’s father decided to attempt to outlaw the trade immediately.

While the details of the Vulpes family tactics were kept secret, King Rush’s father could not succeed in his mission. Upon the ascension of King Rush, that all changed. King Rush found the details of the Vulpes family tactics and exposed them to the public. The Kingdom turned on the Vulpes family, hearing of their brutal targeting of the male genitals of their slaves.

The public stormed the residence of the Vulpes family, dragging the patriarch, Beau Vulpes, into the street and tying him to a post. One by one, each of the freed slaves took their shot at their former trader, often targeting his manhood. All of this happening in front of Beau Vulpes’ family.

King Rush gulped. This is where it all began. This is where Riley’s sadistic obsession was born. The king suddenly felt a new sense of fear for his manhood. Riley was not going to stop until he was humiliated in public. Everything was making sense now. The king being tied to the post, with the target painted on his underwear bulge. Being kicked in the nuts by a subject, a child no less!

‘Riley has orchestrated so much,’ the king thought, shaking, ‘and I have been unable to stop him.’

The king immediately skipped to the end of the page, seeing a list of assets possessed by the Vulpes family. He froze. Listed at the very bottom was a cabin, complete with location and items listed within. A rotating platform was listed. This is it. This is where Riley had held him captive. Immediately, King Rush rose to his feet, rushing to climb the stairs. He winced as his nuts smacked his thigh. ‘Curse you, Riley,’ he thought to himself.

~          ~          ~

Again, Riley drove his knee up into Connor’s bulge. The red fox cried out in pain, his eyes crossing and his abs tensing. Riley brushed his hand along the red fox’s abs, admiring them before slamming a fist into them too, driving the wind from his victim’s lungs.

“You are quite the resilient fox,” Riley mused, “and quite the loyalist.”

“Why,” Connor whimpered, “Why are you doing this? His Highness doesn’t deserve this.”

Riley laughed. “Perhaps you should worry less about the king,” he paused, then smacked Connor’s bulge, “and more about yourself.”

Once more, Connor cried out in agony. His balls were radiating with pain. He knew the king had endured such pain, but he did not realize the lengths the Ballbusting Bandit would go to to satisfy his desires.

“Come now, Connor,” Riley said, gripping the red fox’s bulge, “help me help you. After all, you do not want to become another vial in my ice box, as much as I would enjoy that.”

Connor shuddered at the touch of his captor. “Please, R-Riley. N-no more…”

“No more?” Riley cocked an eyebrow. “No more of this?” He squeezed Connor’s bulge and twisted. “You can make that happen,” Riley continued twisting as Connor wailed in agony, “if you just give me what I want.”

The red fox could not take any more. His balls were way too sore, and now, he could feel the constant handling of his own jewels was starting to stir something in his loins. He could not imagine the delight Riley would have if Connor suddenly became aroused. “Okay, okay,” he panted, “I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Riley’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he released his captive’s bulge. Connor panted with relief. “Now, tell me,” Riley said, taking a step back, “What structure is in place to protect personnel in the king’s guard?”

Connor winced, an overwhelming sense of guilt washing over him. “Codewords. King Rush implemented a codeword system.”

“Now we are getting somewhere.” Riley rubbed his chin. “Tell me more.”

“Each guard has a specific codeword.” Connor continued. “King Rush says a phrase to a guard, and the guard must respond with his allocated codeword.”

“Hmm, so with you being his close personal guard,” Riley surmised, “must mean you have a special codeword?”

Connor whimpered, then nodded. “What is it?” Riley asked.

Connor hesitated, a tear trickling down his cheek. “P-please, Riley. That’s enough.”

Riley growled in frustration. He moved swiftly back to his ice box and removed an empty vial, shoving it before the red fox’s face. “Need I remind you…”

“Okay, okay…” Conner sniffled, “I’ll tell you.”

Riley was getting impatient. “Well? Out with it!”

“His highness will say to me, ‘The kingdom searches for the ballbusting fox,’, to which I must reply…” Connor’s voice trailed off.

Riley stepped closer. “Yes…?”

Conner sniffed. “…I reply, ‘But I am the only fox for you.’”

There was a moment of silence. Then it dawned on Riley, and he started with a low snickering, before bursting out into a cackle. “Oh, you really are his personal bodyguard.”

“R-Riley, please,” Connor begged, “please stop this. Stop all of it.”

“Never!” Riley rubbed his brow before looking at his victim. “Well, this certainly spices things up.”

The Ballbusting Bandit took a step towards his victim, vial still in his hand. Connor was slumped forward in defeat. Riley reached up and grabbed the waistband of Connor’s grey boxer briefs, slowly sliding them down.

Connor squirmed in protest. “Wait, what are you doing? I gave you what you want.”

Riley flashed a glare at his victim. “You gave me one of the things I wanted.”

“No, no, no…” Connor whimpered. “This isn’t fair!”

“Life isn’t fair!” Riley growled, before yanking his victim’s underwear clean off.

Riley knelt before Connor, the red fox’s bare balls hanging just in front of Riley’s face. He looked up to his victim, who was whimpering still. He smiled, and then Riley slammed his fist into Connor’s manhood, eliciting a cry of agony. And much to his horror, Connor’s cock began to harden.”

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King Rush finally made it to the top of the stairs, a hand coming down to his crotch and rubbing his aching and throbbing crown jewels. “Oh god, my nuts…” he moaned.

After resting slightly, he approached a guard station by the stairs. “You there. I want you to put the word out for a public gathering in the arena. I have a message to all members of my kingdom. It is time to put an end to the Ballbusting Bandit.”

The guard nodded and scurried off. King Rush smiled. Finally, he would be able to put an end to this embarrassing situation. He could overcome the young fox; he had no doubt about it. But he knew the difficulty would lie in pushing from his subjects’ memories the image of their king tied to a post in targeted briefs with busted balls. That was something that could tarnish his legacy forever.

He began his slow hobble back to his chambers. All he had to do now is get the entire kingdom on side and track down the cabin that belonged to the Vulpes family. Someone will surely know something about it, and its hidden dangers. He was sure there were hidden dangers. King Rush had spent the entire time he was conscious trying to examine the room, despite the pain being inflicted to his balls. But Riley had ingeniously shrouded the rest of the cabin in darkness, and he had not been able to ascertain much at all.

Now, everything was about to change. Now, he would prove to the kingdom why he was king. Now, he would put the Ballbusting Bandit in his place.

As he neared the entrance to his private chambers, King Rush noticed the familiar figure of his personal bodyguard, face concealed by the special helmet he had forged for him. He beamed with delight.

“Connor!” King Rush greeted him.

“Your Majesty.” Connor bowed.

King Rush frowned. His voice sounded a little different. “W-Where have you been these last few days?”

Connor cleared his throat. “Your Majesty, I was unwell.”

The king looked his personal bodyguard up and down. He was wearing different garbs than what the king was used to seeing him in, not an inch of Connor’s red fur could be seen.

“What is this, a new uniform?” King Rush moved to feel the fabric, but Connor retreated.

“Sorry, Your Majesty,” Connor shuffled back, coughing again slightly. “Precautionary measures. The king must maintain his health.”

King Rush frowned, suspicious. “Very well.”

He stepped closer to Connor, and Connor straightened. “The kingdom searches for the ballbusting fox…” King Rush whispered to Connor, his eyes narrowing.

Connor hesitated, before clearing his throat once more. “But I am the only fox for you.”

The king’s heart skipped a beat, hearing those words. He smiled warmly. “I eagerly await your health to return to you, my precious fox.”

At that, King Rush entered his personal chambers, closing the door behind him. Beneath Connor’s personally forged helmet, Riley’s lips curled into a sinister smile.

 “I am the only fox for you.” He whispered to himself.

To Be Continued

King Rush Defends the Crown Jewels - Part Three: The King's Trial

 

KING RUSH DEFENDS THE CROWN JEWELS III

THE KING’S TRIAL

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character. 

Riley looked down at his tools laying by his feet before shifting his gaze to the king. He smiled to himself. King Rush was helpless, his wrists and ankles bound to the platform, his chest exposed and his trousers in tatters, left hanging from his ankles. His tight, bright blue briefs clung tightly to his manhood, if slightly disheveled due to a mean nut wedgie Riley had inflicted. The king’s cock stood erect, hard and twitching it fought to break free from the restraining fabric, while each of the king’s nuts had slipped slightly out of the leg-holes, exposed.

Riley’s cock twitched in his own trousers.

“P-please, R-Riley,” King Rush muttered, “I beg you, j-just stop.”

Riley didn’t respond. Instead, the young fox reach down and pulled out a pair of clamps. He smirked as the king inhaled sharply, anxious for what was still to come on this night. Riley stepped forward and without warning, rammed his fist up into King Rush’s exposed balls.

King Rush yelped, pain coursing through his body once more. He hunched forward as his abs tensed. Riley rubbed his free hand slowly down the king’s abs, brushing past his cock and pausing just below his balls. Then again, just as suddenly as before, Riley slammed his fist up into the king’s nuts.

“AGHH!” King Rush howled. “Not my b-balls! P-please!”

The young fox rammed his fist up once more, nailing the king’s exposed nuts hard with his knuckles. King Rush jolted as much as he could in his position, whimpering as he could do nothing to protect his crown jewels. Again, Riley punched, and again and again.

King Rush howled, hoping that someone, anyone, might hear him. “R-RILEY!”

Riley reached up to his king, stroking his face. “There, there, Your Majesty. Let me divert your pain, so you can handle some more!”

“W-what…” King Rush frowned, panting heavily, hoping for relief.

The young fox put his face close to King Rush’s left nipple, his tongue sliding from between his lips and licking the nipple. The king moaned, his cock twitching as his eyes rolled back into his head. Then Riley gave a playful nibble, a sharp but bearable sting forcing the king to grit his teeth. Riley chuckled to himself before releasing the king’s nipple and then placing the clamp there instead. It closed on King Rush’s nipple, and the king’s chest sent a jolt of pain shooting through his entire body.

The pain in his balls was forgotten for a moment as he struggled to adjust to the new pain throbbing from his nipple. But Riley wasn’t finished yet.

He climbed up on the platform and slammed his knee up between the king’s legs. King Rush cried out in pain as his nuts flattened on the young fox’s knee.

“AGHH!” he cried, “MY FUCKING NUTS!!”

Riley reached up with his hand and pinched the king’s right nipple, twisting slightly. Again, the king was distracted with a different pain as Riley smirked at him.

“R-Riley, s-stop this!” King Rush begged. “What can I do to stop this?”

Riley twisted harder, the king wincing more. “There is nothing you can do, Your Majesty. Nothing you can offer me. You have no power here.”

And with that Riley slammed his knee up once more into King Rush’s balls. The wolf howled as he struggled against his binds furiously to escape. Then the young fox took the second clamp and placed it on the king’s right nipple. The king hissed as the clamp was fixed to his nipple.

Riley climbed back down and admired his handiwork yet again. The king was completely his to play with, and there was no one about to stop him. Riley reached forward and grabbed the outline of King Rush’s cock in his briefs, squeezing roughly. The king moaned, and Riley couldn’t tell if it was in pain or pleasure.

Letting go of the royal member, Riley stepped back and slammed a kick into King Rush’s balls. The wolf cried out, his eyes crossing as a flood of sensations overwhelmed his brain. But before he had time to compose himself, Riley placed his foot on the king’s bulge, really leaning all his weight onto King Rush’s nuts.

“Ah, AHH, agh…” King Rush gulped and gasped, coughed and wheezed as his nuts were flattened by the bottom of Riley’s foot. “S-stop…”

Riley relented slightly, but then slapped the king’s right nut. “Oooh,” Riley said mockingly, “that’s got to hurt.”

King Rush winced in pain as Riley then slapped the king’s left nut. The pain in his balls was overwhelming the king, to the point where he almost couldn’t sense the nipple clamps.

The young fox took the king’s balls in each of his hands and squeezed, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from King Rush. “Rileeeeyyyyy!! No mooooooore!”

Riley let go and stepped back, staring at the king in pain. He hunched forward, his face mere inches away from the king’s balls. “Well, Your Majesty, your crown jewels are really quite exquisite.”

King Rush looked down, and trembled. Having the young fox’s face so close to his groin forced a twitch from his cock, a stirring in his loins. “R-Riley…”

Riley stretched out his tongue, gliding it across the king’s left nut. King Rush sighed with relief at the for once soft touch to his balls. “O-ooh, Riley…”

The king’s eyes rolled once more into the back of his head, as Riley’s tongue continued across to his right nut. Then slowly Riley focused his gaze to King Rush’s hard and twitching cock in his briefs, tracing the outline with his tongue until he reached the tip of the king’s member.

King Rush shuddered, his cock throbbing furiously. Riley continued to toy with the head of the king’s cock with his tongue as the wolf bit his lower lip, lost in complete pleasure. The young fox clamped onto the waistband of King Rush’s briefs with his teeth, slowly sliding them down to expose King Rush completely. Once the king’s underwear was around his thighs, Riley stood up and smirked, eyeing the king up and down.

King Rush’s cock pointed up to the ceiling, as his balls hung between his legs, slightly swollen from the abuse they were receiving. His head hung forward as he tried to comprehend all the emotions he was feeling. Riley stepped forward and slammed a kick into the king’s balls once more. King Rush yelped from the sudden kick, his balls slamming up into his pelvis as his cock bounced up against his navel.

The young fox chuckled to himself. “Oh, Your Majesty, this is simply too much fun!”

“Riley, p-please,” King Rush groaned, “I don’t know what you want from me! J-just let me go, p-please. I won’t mention this.”

Riley threw his head back and laughed, the maniacal cackle that sent shivers down King Rush’s balls. “You think I want this to be a secret, Your Majesty? No, no, this will not be a secret. It will be a well-known fact that I, Riley Vulpes, the so-called Ballbusting Bandit, busted King Rush’s balls until he came!”

King Rush’s eyes widened. “N-no, Riley, p-please don’t do that!”

The young fox’s eyes narrowed, and his voice grew sinister as he leaned into King Rush’s face. “I’m going to humiliate you, Your Majesty, much like…” his voice trailed off.

“Much like what…?” King Rush asked, beggingly.

Riley hesitated, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter!”

He grunted, before powering a fist up into King Rush’s balls. The king cried out, growling in defeat as pain once more radiated throughout his entire body. Riley turned to the satchel and extracted the ball gag, turning back to the king with almost a scowl. He climbed up onto the platform, resting his bulge against the king’s bare cock and balls. King Rush moaned at the touch, before Riley reached forward and kissed the king on the lips. After what seemed like forever for King Rush, lost in the lips of the young fox, their lips parted, and Riley leaned back before stuffing the ball gag in the king’s mouth and fastening it tight to his head.

“Sometimes, Your Majesty,” Riley said as he finished tightening it and lowering himself from the platform, “you really do need to be quite.”

King Rush mumbled and muttered, trying to say something intelligible, but failed. He couldn’t even protest now, and this made him fear for the fate of his balls. Riley turned to the satchel and chose the whip. King Rush’s eyes widened, and he thrashed in his bindings.

Riley tilted his head at the king’s reaction. “No,” he said, rubbing his chin, “this won’t do at all.”

The young fox tossed the whip back into the satchel, then bent down and pulled out his blindfold. King Rush tried to voice his protest but nothing he said made any sense. Riley smirked as he approached slowly, raising the blindfold to the king’s face.

“I want you to sense only one thing, Your Majesty.” The young fox said. “And that sense is pain. I don’t want you to see it, only to feel it.”

King Rush tried to turn his head to avoid the blindfold, but Riley ultimately prevailed, sliding it over the king’ eyes. For King Rush, everything went black. But for Riley, everything looked perfect.

King Rush was panting heavily now. He was whimpering slightly with nerves, unsure of what to expect.

Riley smirked to himself, rubbing his own cock in his trousers as he enjoyed a moment of peace staring at the wolf all tied up. ‘He looks so fucking hot…’ the young fox thought to himself.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts and backhanded the king’s nuts hard. King Rush didn’t see it coming, literally. But pain exploded through his balls as the fox’s knuckles smacked into his bare nuts with a resounded THWACK!

The king screamed into his gag, a jumble of muffled sounds escaping him. In his state of weakness, Riley slammed a fist into the king’s stomach, crushing King Rush’s abs hard. The king was winded, groaning. Riley reached down and slapped the king’s cock, bouncing it against his navel once more with droplets of pre-cum spraying his abs. Riley smirked as he noticed the king’s cock leaking profusely.

“Oooh, yes,” the fox’s eyes glimmered, “now we are getting somewhere!”

Riley’s finger reached down to the king’s cock, his finger gliding over the head of King Rush’s cock and swiping up some precum. The king moaned in pleasure at Riley’s soft touch. The young fox brought his finger up to his mouth, his tongue licking his finger, tasting the king’s pre-cum and sighing in approval.

King Rush couldn’t see anything but felt everything. His cock was twitching as he moaned into his gag his protest of his ball abuse. ‘Why my nuts? Why my balls…?’ he thought.

Unbeknownst to the king, Riley had grabbed the whip. It wasn’t too long, short enough to cause some stings. But Riley didn’t want to cause any lasting damage. He just wanted the king to be humiliated. That would be enough.

He lashed the whip across the inner thigh of King Rush. The wolf howled into his gag a melody of protest at this new sensation. Once more the whip lashed across the inner thigh of King Rush, and again and again. Riley paused, breathing heavily from the exertion he had just used to punish the king’s inner thigh.

King Rush was whimpering, groaning into his gag. The blindness only added to his fear now, as without seeing left him unprepared for whatever may come next. The next thing he felt was Riley grab the nipple clamps and twist them both. King Rush arched his back and grimaced, trying to escape the pain as he squirmed and thrashed in his bindings.

Riley paused and stepped back, then reached down and gently caressed the crown jewels. The king sighed at the soft touch and couldn’t help his cock twitching at the young fox’s gentler gesture. A slight drop of pre-cum trickled slowly down the king’s cock and onto Riley’s hand. The young fox smirked and brought his hand up to his lips before licking the king’s cum.

Riley grasped King Rush’s cock and started stroking it slowly. King Rush shuddered with pleasure as his knees came together as much as they could, and he hunched forward. The young fox was pleasuring him, and he didn’t know how to act. There was such an air of unpredictability with the young fox, that King Rush was too afraid to succumb entirely to one emotion or the next.

Riley lowered his head towards the wolf’s groin, stretched out his tongue and slowly traced the entire length of the king’s cock. King Rush moaned.

Then Riley stood up. “Now, my King, it is time for the grand finale!”

The young fox reached up and removed the blindfold. King Rush had to blink rapidly for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he saw his captors face. In this light, King Rush felt his heart skip a beat. Those green eyes of the young fox were alluring, mesmerizing, hypnotizing. And then the young fox’s knee slammed up into his balls and King Rush remembered that this cute fox was in fact sadistic.

“I took the liberty of preparing the grandest of finales for you, Your Majesty!” Riley said as he moved around towards the side of the platform that the king was bound to.

King Rush tried to follow the young fox’s movements with his eyes, but the pain in his nether region radiating through him made it difficult. Out of the corner of his gaze he saw Riley grab hold of a rotating lever.

“This little contraption,” the young fox begun as he started rotating the lever, “has not been used in many years.” The platform that the king was bound to started to rotate backwards, slowly.

“But I have waited many years to use it for you, My King.” Riley continued as the platform creaked and groaned, rotating backwards more and more. The king was now horizontal when Riley stopped rotating the lever.

The young fox leant over the platform, his face hovering above the kings. Again, King Rush locked eyes with the fox and they held each other’s gaze. The young fox reached up and gently unfastened the gag, removing it and allowing the king to gasp and recover his breath. “P-please, R-Riley, s-stop this…”

Riley lowered his face and their lips locked, just as Riley’s hand reach down, brushing past the king’s erect cock and taking a hold of his balls, gently rubbing and caressing. The kiss was sudden, and King Rush gasped at first before closing his eyes and reciprocating. But just as he was lowering his guard, the young fox stopped and retreated, stepping back to the lever.

“Sorry, Your Majesty,” Riley smirked, grabbing the rotating lever and turning it again, “but we have little time to lose.”

Again, the platform began to move, and the king could feel himself becoming disoriented. More and more the platform turned until it came to a grinding halt, and King Rush was now completely upside down. King Rush felt the bindings on his wrists and ankles tighten as his weight shifted uncomfortably. He squirmed and writhed, trying to wriggle free but Riley had outdone himself. There was no breaking free. He heard the light footsteps of Riley approaching. The young fox stood in front of the king, looking down at him. The king looked up, past the young fox’s bulge which was immediately in front of the king’s face, and to Riley’s face.

“Comfortable?” The corner of Riley’s mouth curled into a taunting smirk. Just as King Rush was about to voice his protest, the young fox looked up and then slammed a fist down onto the king’s vulnerable nuts.

King Rush howled as his balls were once more flattened against his own body, Riley’s knuckles grinding them flat as he held his fist in place and continued the pain. “P-PLEASE R-RILEYYYY!”

The young fox removed his fist from the crown jewels and smiled, leaning in closer to the king’s groin. He gently kissed each of the king’s testicles before licking once more the length of King Rush’s cock. The king could do nothing but moan and whimper and gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure and uncertainty. His mouth agape, he breathed heavily as his crotch was exposed to the young fox’s torment.

“Now is the time to end this night, Your Majesty.” Riley lowered his hands to his own trousers and undid the button. “It has been fun,” he continued as he unzipped, “well, fun for me at least.”

Slowly Riley lowered his trousers, exposing his yellow briefs, immediately gaining the entirety of King Rush’s attention. The king licked his lips as his eyes focused on the young fox’s bulge, the obvious hard on tenting in the briefs. Riley then lowered his own underwear, his cock bouncing free mere inches from the king’s face. The young fox reached down and toyed with his own cock in front of King Rush’s face, almost teasing the king.

“R-Riley,” King Rush gulped, his eyes staring at the young fox’s cock, “w-what are…”

The king was interrupted as Riley thrust forward, his cock sliding into King Rush’s mouth. The king’s eyes bulged as his mouth was suddenly full of the young fox’s member. Riley murmured as he felt the king’s lips take hold of him, and gently began thrusting back and forth.

Then, Riley slammed his fist into the king’s balls yet again. King Rush howled as best he could, his cries of anguished muffled by the cock stuffed in his mouth. Aggressively, the young fox reached up and grabbed the king’s member with his left hand, stroking as he reached up with his right hand and grabbed the king’s testicles in a vice-like grip squeezing.

King Rush’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. There was almost too much going on for him to handle; he had a cock in his mouth thrusting back and forth as he effectively sucked, while his own cock was being jerked and his balls abused.

Riley continued thrusting, and King Rush could feel the young fox’s cock throbbing in his mouth. Meanwhile, Riley was stroking the cock of the king, and had released the royal orbs from his grip. But before the king could even slightly recover, Riley launched another punch into the king’s balls.

King Rush shuddered in pain but couldn’t scream because of the cock in his mouth. Riley continued to plow into the king’s face, himself nearing climax. But he had to hold off, he knew he had to. Because tonight was about humiliating the king. Tonight, he was going to bust the cum out of the crown jewels.

Again, he slammed a fist into King Rush’s nuts, and the king whimpered as pre-cum was forced from his cock, dripping down onto his chest. The king thrashed in his bindings trying to free himself. But the king felt Riley’s hand wrap around his bare balls and squeeze, stretching them upwards.

The king shrieked, as muffled as it was, as Riley continued to torment his balls. The shrieking and ownership he had over the king’s jewels was too much for Riley. He shuddered before shooting his load deep in King Rush’s mouth.

King Rush’s eyes went wide as he felt the warm load fill his mouth, before slightly choking and swallowing it all down. Riley paused, resting himself against the king, his cock still in his mouth with his balls resting on King Rush’s nose. The king’s eyes glazed over as he caught the young fox’s scent.

Riley reached up, putting his hands on either side of the king’s hips and pushed his midsection back, his cock sliding from King Rush’s mouth. King Rush licked his lips, dribbling a mix of saliva and cum. Riley breathed heavily, panting as he pulled his briefs and trousers slowly up.

King Rush was also panting, as the abuse of his balls also seemed to stop. “R-Riley? Are you d-done?”

“Of course not, Your Majesty.” The young fox smirked, his eyes flashing towards King Rush’s. “I just wanted to have some fun first. After all, you might not have any energy to, soon.”

Riley raised his fist and hovered it above the king’s exposed and vulnerable nuts. The king’s eyes widened, but his cock twitched. “R-Riley, w-wait…”

The young fox ignored his king. Instead, he slammed his fist down. Once more, King Rush’s nuts were flattened against his pelvis, and the wolf howled. Riley’s eyes glimmered as he focused on the king’s abs tensing with the blow to his crown jewels. Again, Riley pounded his fist into the royal orbs, and again they flattened against the king’s own body.

“R-RILEYYYYYY!” King Rush howled as his cock leaked profusely with pre-cum, “S-S-STOPPP!”

This time, Riley used his left fist and slammed it into the king’s abs, just below his belly button. The king grunted in shock, slumping in his bindings. His guard weakened even more, and no longer tensing, the young fox’s eyes drifted up to the king’s bare testicles. He smirked.

“Please, Riley,” the king begged with tears in his eyes, “n-no more. I beg of you. My balls, t-they can’t take anymore.”

“I don’t know about that, Your Majesty,” Riley said, taking the king’s rock-hard cock in his hand, forcing a shudder from King Rush. “To me, it looks like you can’t get enough!”

“No, no, nooo!” King Rush whimpered as Riley squeezed his cock. He knew what was about to happen, it had been building to this all night.

Riley gave the king one last smirk, before slamming his right fist into the king’s bare balls. He kept his fist there, flattening them and grinding the crown jewels. King Rush howled and squirmed and moaned, before his whole body twitched and convulsed, and he couldn’t hold it any longer. The king’s cock twitched slightly before shooting jet after jet of cum.

It oozed all over the king’s abs and chest, even landing on King Rush’s face. The king moaned and groaned, his body shuddering with every jet of cum. Riley smirked as cum shot all over his hands, and kept grinding away, making sure every drop was pressed out of the king’s nuts.

Eventually the king’s body stopped shuddering, and he released a long and heavy sigh, slumping in his bindings. Riley looked down at King Rush. He was completely covered in his own cum. Riley couldn’t help but get a little aroused again at this sight, the king completely owned and humiliated. ‘Well, not totally humiliated yet,’ he thought to himself.

Riley went to his tool bag and retrieved a small vial, using it to trace it along the king’s abs and scoop up any cum he found there. Sealing the vile, he stored it in a small wooden ice box he had constructed earlier. Then reached back to his tool satchel and retrieved his chloroform and cloth.

King Rush sniffled, feeling his cum beginning to dry in his fur. “P-please, Riley, p-please.”

Riley knelt in front of King Rush. He caressed the side of the king’s face. “Fear not, Your Majesty, we are almost done.”

Once more, King Rush locked eyes with the young fox. He was completed defeated and spent, his balls aching and throbbing in pain. But Riley leaned forward once more and planted yet another kiss on the king’s lips. King Rush closed his eyes, completely lost in the passionate lock of lips, before Riley retreated suddenly, and covered the king’s face in the chloroform cloth.

~          ~          ~

King Rush stirred at the sound of voices. Everything was still black, but he blinked, slowly at first as his vision blurred. “W-what…?” he murmured.

The voices grew louder, and he tried to move, but his hands were tied behind him. “What is this?” he grunted.

Quickly he realized he was seated with his hands tied behind something. Finally, his vision returned, and he opened his eyes. It was blinding at first, but he soon recognized the faces of a crowd of townsfolk gathered around him. They were pointing and murmuring, some stifling laughter, some staring with shock.

King Rush looked around. He was in the town square. He glanced down and gasped in horror. He was wearing only the briefs he had on before, but Riley had drawn a target symbol, directly on his prominent bulge. He noticed that there were clumps of his fur, matted together with dried cum.

“No…” King Rush sniffled.

Hanging around his neck was a rope from which a sign was draped. Painted with sinister lettering which read ‘KING RUSH: VICTIM OF THE BALLBUSTING BANDIT’.

A child broke free from the crowd and approached the king. He seemed innocent, and King Rush was speechless, his heart racing with embarrassment. The child looked up and down at the king. “Are you okay, Your Majesty?”

King Rush nodded but said nothing. The child looked down at King Rush’s bulge. “Is that a target?”

The king looked down at his bulge and saw the target symbol. He looked back to the child and nodded. The child stepped back, then raised a foot back.

King Rush widened his eyes in fear. “N-no, no, no, wait…!”

The child slammed his foot into King Rush’s bulge. King Rush howled as his eyes crossed in pain. There was a shuffle in the crowd as the parents of the child whisked the kid away, scolding him. Tears filled King Rush’s eyes as the crowd laughed, and members of the royal guard finally broke through.

As pain radiated once more through the king’s crown jewels, he grimaced. Slowly, and in silence for fear of knowing not what to say, the guards helped untie the king. Finally, his hands free, King Rush reached down and cradled his tender balls.

He frowned. He was going to have to put an end to this. The ‘Ballbusting Bandit’ was going to pay.

He winced as he nursed his aching jewels, as the guards threw a cloak over him and helped him back to the castle.

‘I’m coming for you, Riley’ he thought, rubbing his bulge.

King Rush had had enough.

To Be Continued