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.

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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

King Rush Defends the Crown Jewels - Part Two: The Ballbusting Bandit

KING RUSH DEFENDS THE CROWN JEWELS II

THE BALLBUSTING BANDIT

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 moved through the crowded street with an almost graceful elegance, darting from shadow to shadow to be sure he was out of sight. He was dressed in dark clothing that hugged his body tightly with a hooded cloak draped over him, the hood sheltering his face from the guards who monitored the streets. Over his shoulder draped a small satchel, light enough for him to move without encumberment.

Up ahead, the tower caught his eye. The tower was the main spire of the castle and nestled the edge of the castle wall. At the highest most point of the tower was the throne room, and as Riley looked up to it, he smirked. Despite all the odds against him, he was not going to fail.

As he reached the castle wall, he analyzed the brickwork, searching for a possible route to climb. His agility was a skill none would be able to surpass, but even this steep wall would prove a challenge for him. As he searched, his eyes found a slightly tattered parchment clinging to the wall. He moved to it and tore it down. It was a ‘wanted’ poster.

Riley chuckled to himself. This was the king's work. The poster had a rough sketch of Riley, somewhat flattering in Riley’s own opinion, beneath the word ‘Wanted’ in bold lettering. Below the sketch, the description read ‘The Ballbusting Bandit’. The young fox smirked at the title King Rush had given him. It was not subtle at all. Since these posters started appearing throughout the kingdom, Riley had to lay low. Even some of his own friends, though not many, had made the connection. Thus, he had to retreat to the shadows, live in isolation.

But it was all worth it.

Riley moved further down the wall away from the busying street. He found a spot out of view and discrete, beginning his climb. At first, he was slow, but once he started, he soon found his step, and quickly darted upwards.

Eventually getting to the top, the young fox climbed through a window and onto a beam, the ceiling support inside the throne room. The room was dark, and seeing the room again gave Riley a flood of memories. King Rush cupping his busted balls; Riley kissing the king on the lips. His heart beat a little faster as he held his breath in anticipation, being as quiet as possible as he moved along the beam until he was directly above the throne.

The young fox made himself comfortable, placing his satchel on his lap. He had been plotting for months since their last encounter. Riley was disappointed because he had been so close to sticking his own cock in King Rush’s mouth but had to flee quickly when some guards returned.

He looked down at his satchel and peered inside, eyeing off the contents. He had brought with him some chloroform, a cloth, some rope and a burlap sack. He smiled to himself, because he knew King Rush’s weak spot. That prominent bulge inside those royal shorts.

He had watched the king’s movements, and knew he liked to spend time alone in the throne room at the end of the day. And any moment now, he was going to enter that throne room, and then Riley would make his move.

Riley was hard just thinking about it. This time he wouldn’t be interrupted, this time he was going to bust the king’s balls empty. He closed the satchel and sat back in the shadows, waiting.

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King Rush passed some of his guards as he approached the entrance to the throne room. He was trying to remain as formal as he could but was truly exhausted. He was dressed in some formal clothing, a nice silk shirt accompanied by formal trousers which were a little too tight for his liking.

As he neared the door one of the guards made a formal bow and said, “Your Majesty, would you like me to do an inspection of the throne room before you enter?”

King Rush sighed. He just wanted to have some time alone and didn’t have the patience for this right now. Besides, that young fox Riley hadn’t been sighted for months. It would be highly unlikely he would appear now. “No. I will be fine. If you hear anything though, be sure to come at once.”

The guard bowed again, then opening the door for King Rush to enter, and he did. As the door closed behind him, King Rush sighed with relief. Finally, he was alone, and he slowly made his way towards his throne. He had installed two pedestals on either side of the throne, with two large fragile vases on top of each. He had them placed there in case he ever found himself in need of something to knock over if he was ever bound like Riley had bound him before. But lately, they had exchanged replaceable vases for some priceless ones, and King Rush loved them.

Just as he neared, from behind one of the vases, the king noticed a shadowy figure emerge. Whoever it was, he was hooded.

“W-who goes there?” King Rush said in a stern voice, concealing his anxiousness. “You are trespassing.”

The hooded figure raised its arms to its hood, and lifted the hood off, revealing his face. King Rush gasped as his eyes widened. It was him. It was the Ballbusting Bandit. It was Riley.

Riley smirked, then picked up one of the vases. “Say, this looks pretty priceless, Your Majesty…”

King Rush raised his hands. “Riley, please put that down. Please don’t do anything irrational. If you aren’t aware, you are wanted for what you did to me!”

Riley smirked. “I know. But I like to finish what I started. And nothing will stop me from that.”

The young fox hurled the vase towards King Rush, who panicked and raised his hands above his head, catching the vase. Riley moved fast.

In his attempt to catch the vase, King Rush had left himself open. His legs spread to leverage the weight of the vase, his bulge very prominent in his tight trousers. And Riley noticed all of this.

The young fox took a step closer and slammed his foot up into King Rush’s bulge. The king felt his nuts inside his trousers flatten up between Riley’s foot and his own pelvis. His eyes went wide and slightly cross eyed, as his mouth gaped, and his knees buckled together, struggling to stay standing.

Riley grabbed the vase. “Good catch, Your Majesty.”

King Rush cupped his bulge and sunk slowly to his knees in front of Riley. He tried to make a sound, but nothing came out as pain radiated from his balls throughout his body.

Riley lowered the vase back onto the pedestal. “I love the decoration, My King. But I didn’t come here to compliment your décor.”

The young fox reached into his satchel, as King Rush moaned. “R-Riley, s-stop….”

Riley smirked, extracting a cloth and a bottle, dipping the bottle a little on the cloth. “Stop? I don’t think so, Your Majesty. Stopping is what got us here. Stopping is what changed the course of our lives.”

The fox stepped closer to the king. King Rush raised his hands to push Riley back. Riley anticipated this move however, and as soon as he saw the king’s hands leave from his bulge, Riley exploited it yet again. He slammed another kick into the king’s nuts.

King Rush yelped feeling his nuts flatten once more. He hunched forward in pain, when Riley reached out and caught his face in the cloth. Immediately, the king inhaled the fumes and struggled to break free.

Weakened by the blows to his balls, King Rush was unable to break free from the bandit's hold. Despite his continuous struggles, the king slowly but surely began to fade.

“There, there, My King,” Riley said in a mock soothing voice, “rest up. You have a busy night ahead of you.”

~ ~ ~

King Rush stirred. His eyes slowly beginning to open as he regained consciousness. His head felt dazed and fuzzy, as he eventually regained his composure. He went to rub his head but couldn’t. He frowned, looking to his arm. It was tied down. “W-What…?”

The wolf looked around, realizing his sudden predicament. He was no longer in the throne room, rather, now in some dimly lit log cabin. As he continued to look around, he noticed he was tied to a large plank of wood, on a slight slant so that he was standing but facing upwards to the ceiling. His arms were both tied apart and so were his legs. He struggled again, furiously trying to break free.

“It’s no use.” A voice whispered from the shadows.

King Rush stopped. His eyes scanning the darkness. “Riley?”

The young fox stepped forward into the light, no longer wearing his cloak. Riley stepped closer, reaching out and placing one hand on King Rush’s belt, lifting himself to be eye level with the king. Then he reached forward and planted a kiss, soft and delicate on King Rush’s lips.

When their lips parted, Riley leant back, and their eyes locked. King Rush had never forgotten those eyes, green and alluring. The young fox smiled before stepping down and admiring the position the king was in. “My, my,” the fox said, “you are in a pickle, Your Majesty.”

King Rush sighed. “Riley, please. Why are you doing this?”

Riley extended a finger to nestle just below the king’s chin. “Do you remember when you first came to power, My King?”

The king gulped, as Riley’s claw lowered from his chin to his silk shirt, digging into the collar and shredding down. The silk shirt was torn right through the middle, and Riley opened it up, exposing the king’s chest. The young fox traced with his sharp claw down the wolf’s chest and to his nipple, pinching it slightly. King Rush inhaled sharply at the fox’s delicate touch.

“Your first order was to abolish slavery.” Riley’s tongue glided across his lips as he looked down to the king’s bulge. “It was a brave campaign for such a young king.”

King Rush grunted. “W-What does that have to do with you?”

The young fox’s eyes darted up to meet those of the king. “It has everything to do with me.”

Riley’s claw traced further down, gliding across the wolf’s navel and lowering to the king’s belt buckle. He reached up with both hands now and undid the belt buckle, sliding it off.

“W-wait, please.” King Rush whimpered. “W-whatever I did, I can compensate you for it.”

Riley’s eyes shifted from the bulge in King Rush’s tight trousers to the king’s face. He smirked again. “I’m about to be compensated, My King.”

As Riley’s eyes glanced back down to King Rush’s bulge, the king’s heart began to beat faster. “No, please, Riley.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t!”

The young fox ignored the king, instead his claw tracing down over the bulge in King Rush’s pants. Slowly, Riley traced over the outline of the king’s cock, then slowly further down around each of his balls. He could feel the power he had over the king, as King Rush shuddered slightly, his breath growing shorter with each passing moment.

Quickly, Riley sent a backhand into the king’s nuts. King Rush grunted on the impact, his eyes widening and his mouth opening as he gasped. Instinctively he tried to cup himself, but he felt the restraints on his wrist tighten. Without hesitation, Riley sent another backhand into the royal bulge. King Rush yelped slightly, the shock of pain jolting his entire body.

Still looking at the royal bulge, Riley rubbed his chin and chuckled. “These are unusually tight pants, My King.” He rubbed his claws along the inner thigh of the king. “You didn’t wear them just for me, did you?”

“N-no,” King Rush managed to mutter, breathing heavily.

“Oh?” Riley raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “Well, if you didn’t wear them for me, why wear them at all?”

The young fox reached forward, his claw slipping down the front of the king’s tight trousers. King Rush felt a tingling sensation below his navel, knowing what was about to happen. “Riley, please.”

Riley looked up at him, and smirked yet again, before slicing through the trousers with a quick swipe. For a moment, the king’s trousers sat still on the king, before they split right down the middle, slipping down to hang in tatters around his lower legs.

King Rush exhaled heavily, a sense of dread overcoming him. Riley, on the other hand, beamed as his eyes looked at his handiwork. Now the king was practically tied up in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of tight, bright blue briefs.

“Hmm, I like these, My King.” Riley said as he pulled the waistband of the briefs back carefully, stretching them out and then letting them snap back hard.

King Rush yelped as they snapped back, stinging just below his navel. Riley stepped back up to the slanted platform the king was tied to. He rested his chest on King Rush’s chest and looked into his king’s eyes.

“When you abolished slavery, you really affected the lives of many of your subjects.” Riley’s hand traced down the chest of the king, passing by his nipples. “In fact, while many rejoiced for their freedom, a forgotten few suffered.” Riley’s hand traced further down, passing the king’s stomach. “I am a product of the forgotten few. And when I am finished with you, Your Majesty, you will remember the name of Vulpes for the remainder of your days.”

Finally, Riley’s hand reached the bulge in King Rush’s briefs, and grabbed it. He twisted the king’s bulge, forcing a groan from the king, and Riley smiled. His face was mere inches from the king’s, delighting in the pain he was inflicting on the king.

He released his grip on King Rush’s balls, and the king sighed in relief. But then Riley rammed his knee up into the king’s nuts, flattening them brutally between Riley’s knee and his own pelvis.

King Rush let out a guttural howl. Long and drawn out, his howl filled the room, and Riley’s ears curled back against his head. He rammed a second knee into King Rush’s bulge, flattening it once more. The pain brought the king to silence, and Riley chuckled. “Well, I know how to make you quiet now.”

The king hunched forward, as far as he could manage, panting heavily. “S-someone would have h-heard that, R-Riley.”

Riley laughed, almost maniacally, and it scared the king. The young fox smirked. “We are in a cabin outside the castle walls, deep in the forest.”

King Rush frowned, trying to ignore the pain in his balls. “H-how did you get me here?”

Riley reached forward and placed a finger over the king’s lips. “Hush, Your Majesty. There are things you needn’t worry your pretty little head over.”

The young fox knelt and slammed his fist upwards into King Rush’s bulge. Riley smirked as he felt each of the king’s nuts flatten against his knuckles, up against the king’s own body.

King Rush cried out in pain. “R-RILEY! P-please, stop!”

Riley looked up, still smirking. He slammed his fist up again.

“P-Please!” King Rush grunted as Riley punched his balls again. “NOT MY NUTS!”

The young fox stopped for a moment, his green eyes flashing upwards to King Rush’s. Their eyes met, and the king felt a sudden stirring in his groin seeing the young fox on his knees in front of him.

He tried to distract himself, struggling against his bindings, but it only made things worse. King Rush’s heart began pounding against his chest as he felt himself growing in his tight briefs. The young fox, being practically eye level with King Rush’s bulge, noticed immediately what was happening.

“Hmmm,” Riley begun, “It seems, finally, I have your attention, My King.”

He got to his feet and took a step closer to the king, stretching out a finger and tracing it along the outline of King Rush’s growing cock. The sensation was overwhelming for the king, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head despite the pain throbbing from his loins. As Riley’s finger continued along to the head of his cock, a slight dribble of precum oozed forth. The young fox noticed the wet patch forming on King Rush’s underwear and beamed.

“Now we are getting somewhere,” Riley said as he reached up and patted the cheek of the king’s face.

The king remained silent, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through his mind. He wanted so much to escape but was still so unsure of what Riley was planning. There was a sense of dread and fear, a sense of intimidation he got from the young fox. So often he was left afraid of him. And yet, strangely, there was a side to Riley that the king could sense was soft and delicate, caring and nurturing. His heart began beating harder as he watched Riley step back, looking up and down at the king’s body.

Riley pursed his lips, and blew a cheeky kiss towards the king, before stepping forward and launching a mean kick between King Rush’s legs. The young fox’s foot smashed into the king’s testicles, flattening them hard against his body. The king tensed his abs as he buckled in his bindings and howled hoarsely.

“N-nooooo,” King Rush whimpered as he slumped forward. “P-please, my balls….”

Riley chuckled childishly to himself. “This is so much fun!”

The front of King Rush’s briefs protruded out, his hard cock straining against the tight, bright blue fabric. Riley reached forward and grabbed the front of the briefs, stretching it out so that the king’s cock bounced upwards, free of its restraint.

“My, my,” Riley’s eyes lit up, “a very deserving royal member.”

He then yanked the front of King Rush’s briefs up hard, giving the king a mean nut wedgie. King Rush moaned and groaned, begging for the pain to stop. Further the young fox stretched up, the waistband of the briefs reaching the king’s chest. The outline of King Rush’s balls was so perfect in the stretched briefs, and Riley smiled to himself when he noticed this. He reached a fist back and punched into the king’s wedgied nuts.

“AGGHHHH!” King Rush gasped in shock. “S-STOP! RILEEYYYY!”

Riley reached back again and punched once more. King Rush’s poor balls had nowhere to escape, trapped in the nut wedgie and taking the full impact of the young fox’s fist. The sickly pain creeped slowly into his stomach, as his crotch felt as though it was on fire.

Riley punched again, and this time the impact of the punch flattened the king’s nuts so much that they popped out of each of the leg-holes of the king’s briefs. King Rush looked down, noticing his hard cock perfectly outlined in his briefs while each nut had been freed from his underwear. He sobbed in a panic now.

“Please, Riley,” he begged, “I don’t know if I can take anymore!”

Riley pulled on the king’s briefs to raise himself up once more to be face-to-face with King Rush. Riley pressed his own bulge up against the king’s, and King Rush could tell that while he himself was erect, so too was the young fox. Riley thrust forward slightly, their bulges rubbing together. “You may think you can’t take anymore, Your Highness. But your cock would suggest otherwise.”

Riley reached down and grabbed the outline of the king’s wedgied cock, giving a playful squeeze and forcing the king’s eyes to roll into the back of his head once more. King Rush drooled slightly, unable to help himself as he could do nothing to stop Riley.

The young fox then gave a rough slap to King Rush’s nuts once more, eliciting a slight squeak from the king as his nuts ached in pain. Riley stepped down and retreated towards the shadows. The king could hear the young fox fumbling through an array of storage equipment, and his heart started to beat with anxiousness. “R-Riley...?”

The young fox returned to the light, carrying a black rolled up satchel. He held it firmly in his hands, hesitated a moment before his eyes darted up to meet the king’s. There was a menacing stare for a moment, as King Rush shuddered slightly. “W-What is that?”

Riley smiled, remaining silent for a moment as he stepped closer to King Rush. “This? Oh, this will ensure we have a memorable night, My King.”

The young fox unraveled the bag and lay it down at the base of the platform King Rush was bound to. Slowly he begun unbuttoning it. The king leaned forward as much as he could, trying to get a clearer view of what the satchel contained. Once the last button had been unfastened, Riley pulled back the cover. The satchel contained an assortment of tools.

King Rush noticed first the whip, a braided handle with multiple strands of leather folded around it. There were clamps and ropes, wires and ball-gags. Even a blindfold. King Rush’s eyes widened, and his cock twitched slightly. “R-Riley, w-wait…”

Riley stood silent, looking down at the assortment of tools. His face shifted patiently up, his eyes meeting the king’s. Slowly, his lips curled into a sinister smile. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Your Majesty.”

To Be Continued

 

King Rush Defends the Crown Jewels - Part One

KING RUSH DEFENDS THE CROWN JEWELS 

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. 

It had been a long day for King Rush. He had overseen many of his loyal subjects presenting problems and tasks that needed doing for the betterment of his kingdom. He was tired, and in need of a rest. Turning to his royal guard, he dismissed them from the throne room. At this time of the day, King Rush enjoyed his solace and isolation, allowing the time to process the day and prepare mentally for tomorrow. Once the guards had left, he sat back in his throne and tore off his shirt, lowering his formal trousers to expose a pair of black shorts.

As he sat, he rubbed his forehead gingerly, pondering what tomorrow may bring. The sun slowly set outside on his kingdom, and the throne room grew increasingly dark. Suddenly, his ears twitched forward as heard some light footsteps. His eyes darted open, and he stared ahead. 

“Who goes there?”

The shadows were long in the throne room, and for a moment the King almost thought he had imagined things. But then, from the darkness, there came a young fox, his fur a dark blue. He had a mop of black hair hanging above intense green eyes, wearing nothing but a tight yellow speedo, his white chest exposed. His fluffy tail stood up behind him, the white tip swaying elegantly as the young fox approached. As he neared, the king noticed the young fox also wore red wristbands and a red collar. These indicated the status of a slave, but the king frowned. He had abolished slavery when he first rose to power. 

The young fox lowered himself to one knee. 

“My King, my name is Riley, and I am an aspiring fighter. I hail from the distant land of Australia. It would be a tremendous honour if you would duel me, so that I may test my skill against someone as honourable as you.”

The young fox smirked a little then. “But know that if you accept my challenge, I tend to fight dirty…and your bulge might get hurt,” he snickered, looking up at His Majesty. “Surely, His Majesty wouldn’t be afraid of fighting a twenty-one-year-old fox, would he?”

With a giggle, King Rush places his footpaw onto the chest of young Riley as he knelt, pushing the young fox backwards to the floor before placing his footpaw back onto Riley’s chest. Displaying a sense of dominance he rarely exerted, as it was usually up to the King’s Guard to display such authority, the King enjoyed this sense of power. With a smirk, he looked down at Riley. 

“So, what you are saying is that I should protect my bulge? You are a small fox. Though cute, I admit, I doubt you would be able to keep up with this wolfo…”

Riley sneered as he looks up at his King. “Yes, Your Majesty, I mean exactly that!”

The fox gets to his knees and launches an uppercut between King Rush’s legs. The King, noticing the sudden movement and impending blow, stepped back before the fox could cause any real damage.

“Hey now, fox-boy, that is no way to treat a king, is it?” The King said sternly. “I’ll be able to hold you down in an instant!”

King Rush took a deep breath as he stepped back once more, allowing the young fox the opportunity to stand and make his move.

Riley bowed his head slightly. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I thought you ready.”

The young fox waited for the king to be distracted by his seeming apology, before then trying again, this time kicking between the king’s legs…

“I am here to battle! Are you not ready?” Riley smirks as his foot sails upwards towards the king’s bulge.

With wide eyes the king retreated quickly, grabbing the young fox by his foot, pushing him backwards before he could strike at his manhood.

“W-woah, you really do play dirty!” King Rush remarked. Wasting no time, the wolfo knew he had to do something before Riley did manage to kick him where it would hurt. He ran towards the young fox, a defensive stance as if he was going to run right through Riley and tackle him to the floor. 

Riley was impressed with the speed of the king but was determined as ever. As the king charged towards him, he watched with careful observation, and smirked as he quickly sidestepped King Rush. Before the king realized what had happened, Riley dropped to his knees behind him and slammed a fist between the kings’ legs from behind, his knuckles squashing that bulge nicely.

King Rush widened his eyes in shock as he felt his bulge flatten from the young fox’s knuckles. “Oh…f-fuck! O-okay, th-that hurts!” He whispered hoarsely as he sunk to the floor.

Riley smirks as the king falls onto his back, and then places his foot on the royal bulge and raises his arms.

“Is that all those royal orbs can take?” Riley had a slight tent in his own yellow Speedos now as he raised his arms in victory, before he twists his foot into the crown jewels for added humiliation.

King Rush yelped as his nuts were flattened further. He knew he was usually resistant to pain, but his balls, it seemed, was an obvious weak point. Hoping for some relief from the ache in his balls, the king widened his eyes and gave a low, intimidating growl to the young fox, hoping Riley would back off. The king was trying to read the young fox; would he cease his attack on the king, or continue and jeopardize his future in the kingdom?

Riley was a bit stunned by the growl, and for a moment almost considered stopping his attack. But having the upper hand over the king, a wolf of royal blood, was too much for the young fox to surrender just yet. Slightly hesitant now, he removed his foot from the king’s bulge and reached down, taking a hold of each of King Rush’s ankles and holding them up. He spread the wolfs legs and looked down, seeing the crown jewels perfectly outlined in the king’s shorts. He smirked, then stomped down.

The king let out a loud howl, as loud as he could as Riley’s foot smashed down on his balls. He started wriggling, trying to escape the foot on his bulge. “F-fuck you! G-get off me!”

His reaction clearly instinctive from what he had experienced. Eventually, the king flopped his head to the floor, the nasty, sickly feeling started to fill his stomach as his balls continued to be flattened. He closed his eyes tight and winced.

Riley smirked, loving seeing the king in nut pain. He took his foot off the crown jewels and knelt between the legs of King Rush. “I didn’t know a king’s balls could be soooo fun…”

As best as he could, King Rush curled up into a ball, his stomach hurting from the tough blows he had suffered. He was dazed for the moment, moaning in pain and was clearly suffering.

The king noticed Riley seemed to be surprisingly relaxed, as though the young fox were enjoying it. “Y-you sadistic f-fucker…” He said, shock and pain quivering in his voice.

Riley chuckled as he places his hand gently on King Rush’s bulge, his fingers curling around the outline of the king’s nuts and gently massaged.

The king started to pant out as Riley came closer to him, the fox’s fingers tightening around his nuts. King Rush moved his own paws to his bulge, trying to cup and cover them, trying to protect them from further attack.

Riley placed his face close to the king’s face, breathing heavily as he stared into the king's eyes. He was thrilled to be so in control of this royal. Riley grabbed the shorts bulge tighter and squeezed King Rush’s balls. “I enjoy these toys so much…”

Riley’s yellow Speedo had a very noticeable tent now, and he released the kings bulge before opening his palm and slamming it forcefully down onto King Rush’s crown jewels.

Letting out another howl of pain, tears forming in King Rush’s eyes, he quickly rolled over and cupped his aching manhood. Desperately, he struggled to crawl away from this sadistic fox. Facing down he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his bulge was not so accessible from this position. With his paws massaging and nursing his balls, he sighed, laying on the floor on his tummy whilst he whimpered.

Riley stroked the bulge in his own Speedos as he watched King Rush cupping his balls, a sight that was almost too much for the young fox to handle. Riley reached down and grabbed the back of the king's shorts by the waistband and yanked it up, giving the king a hard wedgie.

The king thought that he was safe, having curled up and covering his manhood to protect it from any more of the young fox’s brutality. How wrong he was, feeling Riley's paw grasp around his waistband as he was suddenly lifted.

“So, Your Majesty,” Riley smirked as the shorts tightened around the king’s balls, “how do your nuts feel now? Hehe…”

Widening his eyes, the king’s ears stood high before dropping quickly back to his head, the feeling of his shorts tightening hard around his balls causing him to whimper with each outward breath.

“Aggh! P-put me down please! R-RILEY!”

Riley laughed, and as he held the shorts firmly, he swung an uppercut between King Rush’s legs from behind five times in quick succession, nailing the crown jewels several times with his knuckles dead on target. The king cried out in pain having his nuts punched five times in a row, feeling as though he was about to throw up.

Riley dropped the king and stood with his hands on his hips, proudly and defiant. The king started to crawl away, annoyed that this looked almost pathetic.

“What are you going to do about this, Your Majesty? How can you ever stop me?” Riley smirked as his Speedo stretched out in front of him.

“P-please s-stop!”

It was becoming too painful for King Rush to stand, but it seemed the brutal young fox didn’t want to stop. He turned his head around to face Riley, King Rush’s eyes wide and almost begging for Riley to stop, panting heavily as pain radiated from his balls throughout his body.

“Oh, my King, did I bust your ballsies too much?” Riley chuckled mockingly at his king.

He knelt before the king and yanked his shorts off, exposing the royal. The sight of the naked wolf mesmerized Riley for a little bit.

“You know,” Riley said, eyeing off the king’s balls, “sometimes, I have beat the cum out of balls, and I think that’s what I want from you…”

Riley licked his lips as his hands traced up the inside of the king’s thigh.

King Rush had dug his claws into the floor as his shorts were yanked clean off, the clawmarks slightly visible in the floor after he was exposed. He listened and attempted to stand to run at this point, having recovered somewhat from the constant attack to his nuts.

Riley watched in surprise as the king managed to get to his feet but wasn’t about to let his helpless victim escape just yet.

He quickly wrapped his fingers of his right paw around the king's bare nuts.

King Rush grunted in disappointment at his failed escape attempt, holding his stomach and crotch in pain. “N-noooo! AHHHHH!”

“You’re not going anywhere, Your Highness.” The young fox smirked as he squeezed the wolfs balls.

Using his free hand and his teeth, he tore the kings' shorts into long shreds, creating material he could hopefully tie the royal up with.

The king screamed out in pain as Riley grabbed and twisted his balls again, his ear twitching at the sound of his shorts being ripped. He fell to the floor again, curling up into a ball, crying and moaning in pain as the young fox appeared to show a hint of mercy.

‘Why did I agree to this match…?’ King Rush asked himself.

The king continued to eye off the door, holding his balls with one paw and attempting to slowly and almost pathetically shimmy himself towards the exit and the safety of his guards.

Riley saw his opportunity as the King slowly dragged himself, quickly reaching down and tying one of the shreds around King Rush’s ankle.

Then he quickly did the same to the other ankle and grabbed both shreds which were tied tightly around the king’s ankles, preventing him from moving.

The king continued to struggle, wiggling slowly despite being defenseless. The pain from his groin was just too much at this stage.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Riley said as he pulled the rags closer to him.

King Rush, face down, was dragged back face down to Riley, his balls dragging on the floor as Riley laughed.

“R-Riley…s-stop!” He squeaked, panting out his words, annoyed that he sounded so pathetic for a wolfo.

He wiggled his leg as Riley grabbed the rags tighter. King Rush turned his head to see the smug, almost sadistic look on the young fox’s face. The king dug his claws into the floor harder as Riley pulled back yet again, the king’s poor cock and balls dragged along the rough floor below.

“S-STOP PLEASE!” He screamed out as he was pulled back, laying now at the footpaws of young Riley. The king attempted to reach down, trying to undo the bindings on his ankles.

Riley noticed what the king was doing and kicked roughly between the wolf’s legs to prevent him from undoing his bonds. As the king curled up yet again, rubbing his aching nuts, Riley glanced around the room and spotted the king's throne. He smirked.

“What a perfect spot for some added humiliation…” Riley thought to himself.

He reached down and once again grabbed the rags around King Rush’s ankles, dragging him across the floor. The king’s balls were yet again scraped along the rough floor.

The king growled out in pain. “Aggh! S-stop dragging me please! R-Rileyyyy!” He cried out as the young fox dragged him towards the throne showing no mercy, his own claws digging into surrounding objects and the floors.

Riley then binds both of the king’s legs to each leg of the throne, before lifting King Rush up and sitting him on his throne, binding his arms to the armrest. The king wiggled, squirmed and moved around trying hard to prevent Riley from getting the better of him. As he was sat upon the throne and bound to the throne, King Rush whimpered slightly. The King was restrained now. For a foxxo, Riley was surprisingly strong. The wolfo, in his pain, didn’t make it too difficult for Riley to immobilize him.

King Rush wriggled and struggled more, feeling the cloth tightly wrapped around his wrists. He tugged, but it was pointless. Riley’s work was very tight. He wasn’t going anywhere. The young fox had clearly thought this through, as King Rush noticed he couldn’t even attempt to free himself with either of his claws.

Riley knelt between King Rush’s legs and placed his fist in front of the crown jewels.

“Ready for some fun?” Riley smirked.

The king moaned, then looking down noticed Riley’s fist positioned between his legs, his cock and balls totally at the mercy of the young fox now. King Rush whimpered at the realization that he couldn’t defend himself even if he wanted to, his body tensing up hard and ready for a potential blow to his manhood as Riley tormented him mentally with the thought of pain.

“R-Riley, l-let me go please! D-don’t do this!”

Riley continued to smile as he watched the king squirm, his fist inching ever so closer to the crown jewels. With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed the king’s cock, moving it out of the way and pressing it hard against the kings navel.

Slowly his fist made contact with the king’s nuts, mainly his right one, and slowly Riley added more and more pressure, adding a grinding effect with his knuckles too.

“Oh, my King…. Your balls are so much fun!”

“Oh…N-NO…..R-RILEY STOP THAT F-FUCK!!! PLEASE!” The king growled in protest, howling out at each teasing push Riley made towards his poor, abused balls. No matter how much he opposed, there seemed to be no stopping Riley, every action seemed to result in more punishment to the crown jewels.

Then Riley reached his fist back and slammed it onto the king’s sack. The last blow caused King Rush’s eyes to roll to the back of his head, his stomach filling up with the horrible, sickly feeling. He became a little dizzy as if he was almost about to pass out for the moment.

Riley noticed the king seemingly about to pass out, so he used his left hand to gently stroke the king’s cock. He nestled his face against the king’s chest, his tongue gliding over his nipple.

“My king,” Riley said as he gave a playful bite on King Rush’s nipple, “keep focused, we have so much to do!”

The king could feel himself drifting until Riley stroked his cock and told him to focus, a whimper escaping him as the young fox hinted at so much more to do. Never had King Rush dealt with such a brutal foxxo, and what was scary was that Riley really seemed to be enjoying it, and he was now unable to move or defend himself. The poor royal was totally at the mercy of young Riley.

The young fox lowered his face down to the king’s vulnerable balls and gave them a lick too, enjoying the fact he had a king right where he wanted him. Riley gave a lighter and more playful slap to King Rush’s nuts, and then smirked.

“R-Riley, just tell me what you want from me, stop doing this…p-please!” He squeaked out in a pathetic high-pitched voice.

The lighter smack at the end also making him twitch his body. He so desperately tried to close his legs and move his paws, but he was so helpless in his vulnerable and open position on the chair.

Riley smirked up at the king and traced a finger along his balls.

“I want what is in these crown jewels, My King…” Riley jerked the kings cock a couple times, trying to get the wolf hard…”I am going to bust the royal cum out of these ballsies of yours…”

Riley snickered as he continued to stroke King Rush’s cock.

King Rush started to shiver a little in his throne as Riley stroked his cock, this emotional rollercoaster making him feel pain and suffering, followed by pleasure was emotionally starting to show. He had no idea what this sadistic fox was going to do next, going from sweet and caring to harsh and punishing so quickly, without warning. The king stared down into Riley’s green eyes as he dropped slowly into submission, tugging slightly on his restraints to feel the binds around his wrists and ankles. Reaffirmed in his own head, the king realized the level of control the young fox had over him now, naked and vulnerable King Rush sat at Riley’s unrelenting mercy.

Riley stooped low to between the king’s legs, letting his tongue trace over the king’s cock lightly, still jerking it slowly.

King Rush let out soft moans at the teasing sensations Riley was putting him through, much less painful and much more pleasurable than before. His panting got a little shorter and he closed his eyes in enjoyment, feeling Riley’s tongue rub across his dick causing him to shiver with enjoyment.

Seeing King Rush’s cock hardening slowly, Riley rubbed his own bulge through his Speedo and smirked up at the king.

“My King, I am going to empty your balls,” he said, “until you like when I bust your balls…”

Riley aimed another fist towards King Rush’s nuts as he stroked the king’s cock.

“Are you ready, Your Highness?”

“N-No, R-Riley, please don’t! Ahhhh…”

Based on what he knew of Riley so far, he was sure that the young fox was going to go for his balls anyways. The king held his breath and tensed his body, waiting for Riley’s next move. Everything now felt amazing, indicated by the kings throbbing member, he looked down and saw Riley’s own bulge, licking his lips happily.

“P-people will hear this when I scream out you know…”

Riley noticed the king looking down at his bulge and smiled, clicking as to what the king was saying.

He climbed up onto the throne, one foot between King Rush’s legs and close to his balls, the other one on one of the armrests, so that Riley’s bulge was now only inches from King Rush’s face.

“Well, I guess I have to gag you so your loyal subjects don’t hear you…”

Riley slid the front of his Speedos down, his own member throbbing in front of the king’s face. Riley moved closer, the top of his foot now pressing up under the king’s nuts.

“Are you ready to empty your crown jewels, Your Highness?”

King Rush shuddered nervously as his eyes fixated on Riley’s own cock, his breathing getting heavier.

Suddenly the doors slammed open. Two guards stumbled in, with another young guard following behind. The guard following behind was nursing his bulge, limping slightly. He saw Riley about to shove his cock down the king’s throat. The young guard pointed to the young fox, and squeaked in pain.

“That’s him! He is the one who attacked me!”

Riley spotted the intruding guards and muttered under his breath an expletive. He pulled his Speedos back up and hopped down from the throne, his green eyes staring into King Rush’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I must away!”

The young fox planted a passionate kiss on King Rush’s lips, and the king did not altogether protest. Riley pulled away as the guards neared, then stomped down on King Rush’s balls, eliciting a high-pitched howl from the king.

“Until we meet again, Your Highness!” Riley said, before darting towards the wall, pouncing up to a high window, and leaping from the window to freedom.

The guards helped free the king, and he immediately sat back in his throne with his paws massaging his busted balls.

“Are you okay, Your Majesty?” One of the guards asked, “Who was that?”

“That was Riley,” King Rush said, nursing his crown jewels, “and I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him.”

To Be Continued

The mysterious Riley...