Split Decisions (CBT)

This is a sequel to the previous story I co-wrote with a Discord friend starring their OC, Alec and my Carcinos (crab monstergirl), Bisque. My co-writer and I had a great time role-playing this on Discord, and Bisque is a lot of fun to write, but I did come to terms with the fact that her methods of busting were rather one-note in her first appearance and other RPs I did with her. This is why we varied things up quite a bit here, including the introduction of another OC of mine whom I might use in later stories as well. You'll get to know her starting from around the halfway point, so read on if you want to see what unfortunate fate awaits Alec this time around!

The post-production and proofreading for this story finished a good deal later than I'd said previously (in that while I'd said I'd get that story finished the same day as my previous post, that wouldn't be done until over a week later). That's how badly my IRL affairs have cut into my content creation schedule as I previously mentioned. My apologies for this once again, and I hope I won't have to wait half a year before the next story update of mine! Don't worry, though - the next few stories I plan to post here will have already been completed and previously shared elsewhere, so they won't need as much proofreading given that I took care of that already when I uploaded them in the first place. XD

We hope you enjoy this story in the meantime!

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Split Decisions

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: F/M and */M ballbusting. NSFW.

Word Count: 8,707

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The gentle summer breeze was blowing across the blond surfer youth’s naked bod, his lower half covered in sand after some previous stretches. He was positioned atop two short wooden poles, his feet as far from each other as they could go, forcing an uncomfortable split for him. His privates dangled freely, just a few inches from the hot sand.

Alec was being trained to get more loose and flexible. The methods? Unorthodox, for sure, but there was no fighting them in this situation. The only clothing articles on him, if you could call them that, were a thin anklet and a chain-link necklace, both of which clinked and jingled just slightly as he kept adjusting himself to try and avoid faceplanting on the ground underneath him.

Thank goodness this was a nude beach, he thought to himself. Ever since he’d gotten to know some of the monstergirls that frequented this place, he’d started experiencing changes himself, no doubt due to their inherent sex magic - in particular, his cock and balls hanging below him were now at least twice as big as on a normal human.

This was of course little comfort at the moment, what with a crab the size of a dinner plate less than a foot away from his most vulnerable parts. Even with the upper half of a miniature human girl, red-haired and green-eyed, emerging from the crab’s mouth, he still had every reason to be nervous. This was, after all, his fitness trainer.

“A-are you sure this is the absolute best exercise for this, Bisque?” he asked, feeling slightly apprehensive.

“You’ve got to stay limber in every respect, monsieur, and that includes every joint of yours.” Speaking in her noticeable French accent, the Carcinos clicked her huge, razor-sharp pincers a little as she checked on her trainee, smiling in appreciation of his hard work. “Trust me, this will help you get tougher, and I know you’ve improved a lot but you can never be too sure.”

“Hmm? What of it?”

She nudged his sack with a closed pincer. “I can think of one spot that still needs work, for a start…”

“A-aah, c-careful there! you remember the last time you’ve used those pincers?!” he blurted nervously, his arms moving down on instinct to protect his package. “You already have me looking stupid in public anyway, being completely nude and open like this. I guess arguing is useless right now.”

“It’s a nude beach, nobody’s going to judge,” she chuckled, motioning towards a nearby sign indicating such. “And I’m being more careful, don’t worry. Doesn’t mean I won’t have a little fun along the way, though.” As she said this, she pinched the skin of his sack lightly with the very tip of a claw.

He gasped a bit at the pinch, shaking on the spot and nearly losing his balance. “Nude is one thing, but letting all your bits hang out in the open and standing on these two dumb poles is another!”

Bisque frowned a little. “Oh, come on, Alec. You know as much as I do that you’re giving everyone a good view, and I’m sure there’s plenty of people who’d love to spend the evening with you if they recognize your fitness. So, are you up for me making things a little harder, or do you still wish to back out while you still can?”

He paused, thinking about it. As humiliating as this was, the chance to get someone to ask him out was too good to pass up. “Back out? Hell no! I’ll take whatever you’ve got!”

“They never said no regarding that, didn’t they?” She chuckled, unable to help but feel a little smug at his predicament. “Tell you what, if you can keep yourself balanced, I’ll treat you to ice cream and evening snuggles. It’ll be on me, don’t worry.” She scuttled over so she was facing his sack, almost directly under him. “Ready?”

“Score.” He rolled his eyes at his reward, smirking a bit as he repositioned his heels and adjusted himself to prepare for what was to follow. “Yep, ready! …wait, what exactly are you doing to make this harder?”

A louder click of a pincer was heard before she responded. “What did you think, hmm?”

His expression turned from one of confidence to one of abject dread as the realization hit him. “Ohhhhh, shit…”

Before he could protest, she reached forth with an open pincer, and then clamped down hard on his leftie with a faint, audible CRUNCH. As its viciously serrated edges sank deep into his apple-sized nut, his eyes widened even further, and he let out a high-pitched scream akin to that of a little girl.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFFFF!!!” Alec started shaking more vigorously as agony shot through his luckless gonad, thrusting his hips up and down a bit and threatening to lose his balance while trying to pull her off his crotch.

“Ah ah ah, if you fall off, no snuggles~” she teased, before reaching forth with her other pincer, preparing to close it over his right gonad.

At that point, snuggles really didn’t seem all that worth it, but what would really drive him was his need to prove he could stay balanced while his nuts were crushed in a pair of deadly vices. He was quite sure that’d be a nice talent in the future, and anyway, he suspected that some of the good-looking beachgoers now happening upon his predicament would enjoy watching it unfold - especially since the claw crushing his nut was slowly getting him erect. Still, his legs trembled as his trainer practically kept him anchored down, keeping him from falling. “C-can’t even bend over…! But what if—”

CRUNCH!

“YYEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!”

Before he could say anything further, the right claw had SNAPPED down on his right nut, causing his soul to almost leave his body as he screamed louder than ever! His cock sprung up like a cannon now pointing in the direction he was facing, but that was little comfort.

“Good good, then after a few rounds of this we can practice without me as a counter-weight~” she teased as her claws tensed, causing the halves of each nut to bulge out, veins visible beneath the taut skin. She then started pulling his nuts apart in opposite directions with her pincers still squeezing them. This causes the cords to become painfully stretched on top of the torment the testes themselves are already enduring.

Alec’s cries of agony were deafening, startling several of the observing beachgoers as his nuts threatened to break. He yelled and sobbed as he tried uselessly to free himself from the Carcinos’ grasp. He shook his hips around to try and swing her off, but it was all to no avail.
“PLLEEEEEASE! I BEG YOU! GET OOOOFFFF!”

“Aw, but this is part of your training!” she replies, still tugging at his nuts like she’s using an arm-curling machine. “I’m sure you’re tough enough to take it, are you?”

“GAAAHHH… FINE! Don’t LET UP THEN… I CAN TAKE IT— FFFUUUUUCCCK!” he yelled in an exasperated tone, trembling and crying in complete agony as she continued yanking at his ballsack.

Looking up, Bisque noticed his massive, foot-long cock stiffening, and an idea struck her. She’d thankfully brought some twine with her so she could tie his feet to the poles if he needed it, so she promptly picked up and tossed up a length of it, looping it around his weenie just below the head, and started pulling it down towards her.

“GAAAAAH! WHYYYYY?!?!” he shrieked. “Y-YOU’RE MOVING MY DICK DOWN! I-IT HURRRTS!”

“Just thought you’d need a little more resilience there as well~” she teased, pulling it down further until her head was just underneath the reddish-purple mushroom to avoid being inevitably sprayed. She then began kissing the head of his dick, at the same time releasing hold of his right ball, but with the intent of using the freed pincer to clamp onto one of the bulging portions of his left testicle…

Alec shook and gasped as the Carcinos kissed his cock, causing it to throb and leak a little in protest as the twine kept it pulled down, causing him more discomfort. “Gah!… D-don’t tease me like that! My stamina i-isn’t very good, you know!” He blushed through the pain admitting his tendency to bust quick. Still, he sighed in relief as his reddened right ball felt the breeze brush past the pincer-marks left in it. He was about to reach down to cradle it when there was another audible SNAP, followed by him yelling out again once the left testicle was doubled down on, threatening its safety in front of his trainee. “GAAAAAAAH! A-ARE YOU CRAZYIEEEEE?!?!”

“Just having a little fun. Hang in there~” she teased. She was at least nice enough to let his right nut have a breather for a bit, but she was going to return to that later…

Alec was forced to keep adjusting his feet over and over, trying to make up for every time the crab-girl switched between his testicles. He leaned a bit towards the left side as she hung on the left, fighting through the wobbliness and nausea he was facing. Alec groaned and reached down to hold his shaft with both hands, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

Then as Bisque continued pulverizing his left nut, she leaned her head in and then bit into the mushroom near the slit with her sharp little teeth, making him once again cry out shrilly and shudder in pain. He started leaking pre onto her hair while trying to shake her off by grabbing at his shaft, but the strange sensations of pleasure and pain kept him defenseless against her, not to mention how too strong a movement could knock him off the poles.

“MY DICK! SHES GOT MY DICK! SOMEONE HEEEELLLLP!!!”

“Ah ah ah, penalty of an extra minute each time you touch the boy bits,” she chided playfully, before resuming her hard painful nibbling near his slit. At the same time she let go of his left nut, and then grabbed onto his right, squeezing as though trying to split it in three! If he was unable to take this, what she had in store for him would surely be absolute torture.

“What?! That’s not fair-!!! OOOWWWW!!!” he yelled as he released his grip on his shaft. As he felt the next chomp to his cock head, he balled his fists to his sides, screaming once again as the pinching onslaught was focused on the right ball this time. He only barely noticed that there also happened to be several other spectators watching, including some who are working out on the beach themselves. They were either having a laugh at his expense or offering sympathy looks, sometimes both. As crowd continued to form, he immediately started blushing and trying to cover up his groin in front of everyone, earning him more punishment as a result.

Powerless and in agony, the hapless surfer could do nothing while she threatened to break his manhood, his dick still throbbing in the crabs face. “Oh boy, now I’m actually kinda HOPING I blast all over you!” he groaned through gritted teeth.

She decided not to respond to that, continuing her mangling of his right gonad. She started pulling it towards her to stretch the cord, taking care not to go hard enough to snap it, but her death grip on the nut itself remained firm. Meanwhile, she started biting and nibbling onto various spots near the very tip of his cock, leaving little teeth marks all the while, like a bunch of biting fish had just attacked the helpless organ.

The spectators thankfully weren’t scornful of his predicament, and some were even cheering him on, hoping he’d make it through this brutal assault. This only barely registered, however, as tears would start streaming down his cheeks and he’d start crying from the pain, gripping his thighs in a bid to keep himself from thinking about the agony in his right ball. Her nibbling all over his dick was helping with that too, but it made him groan and sputter, while also bringing him closer to ejaculating. “T-that isn’t… doing what you think… you’re doing!”

“Well then,” Bisque replied, finally stopping her cock nibbling to grin at him. “Maybe this will?” She let go of his rightie with one claw; Alec hung his head as it was let free for a bit, gasping for air during the little reprieve. And then she once again clamped down on both nards at once, squeezing harder than ever. At the same time she let go of the rope securing his dick, allowing his cock to bounce upward once more.

As he looked down, he wondered why she’d stopped, before seeing her fingers curl into fists. His eyes dilating, he could only watch as she then decked the swollen nut meat with both fists at once, unleashing a barrage of rapid punches upon the already tortured flesh!

Alec bent over the impact zone as she pounded his nether regions, groaning out and makes an O-shape with his mouth, a different reaction from the other busts as he felt the wind being blown out of him. Various crowdgoers groaned and cringed as they watched her sock him in the nuts again and again, feeling twinges of sympathy pain as the luckless balls were punched, jabbed, socked, and sucker-punched over and over again.

The poor boy was on the brink of letting loose, having the Carcinos speed-bagging his sack wasn’t the most fun experience, but her cockteasing and ballbusting certainly accelerated his cannon. He only barely registered the condolences offered by some of the male spectators, who had apparently signed up for lessons with Bisque before and had been forced to endure similar testicular torments.

For another solid minute, Bisque continued pummeling his tortured sack, working up a bit of a sweat herself, while still squeezing his nuts tightly the entire time. Then she paused, loosening her grip on his nards for just a few precious seconds. Knowing what was to come, he braced himself for the hardest pinching yet. At the last moment he squeezed his tearful eyes shut… not that it helped.

SNAP! SNAP!

“EEEEEEYYYYIIIEEEOOOOOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!”

Her vicious claws had clamped down on both of his man-eggs at once, harder than ever - it was amazing they didn’t rupture outright! The pressure acting on them from the outside was practically enough to literally squeeze the sperm out like toothpaste from a tube. His cock had finally shot all his pent up seed out into the open like a broken fire hydrant, spraying all over his trainer, the sand and a good number of the spectators nearest to the two of them. Alec was quite sure he would come to regret hosing some of the lovely ladies in the immediate vicinity.

Bisque gave a satisfied chuckle at the spectacular sight, her job well-done. The audience cheered, and even a few of the girls he splattered with his cum are laughing and giving him thumbs-up! “And to think he’s still keeping himself upright after all of this!” she announced to the admiring crowd, idly stretching his nuts apart a bit with her pincers. “Such a trooper, this handsome fellow… but I can assure you, his ordeal isn’t over yet…”

Alec was panting a bit, needing to recover after giving out his seed to the crowd like a musician distributing merch with a t-shirt cannon. He awkwardly smiled and waved at the laughing, swooning women, though he couldn’t do much while still on those big wooden poles. “W-well… w-what now, Bisque? You… you made me cum all over you and the crowd…”

The Carcinos shrugged. “I suppose so, oui. But like I said, there’s more on the way. Brace yourself, monsieur, ’cuz it’s gonna sting!”

He nearly fainted then and there. “Y-you mean you’d—NO! No no no NO! Not the Jelly Speedo, pleeeease! I’d probably have to go to the hospital if you tried th—” SNAP SNAP! “AAAEEEEEEE!!”

Bisque had yet again clamped down on both nards at once with her pincers in a bid to curb his imminent panic attack. “Are you daft?! The rumors that one of my ultimate regiments involves putting a live jellyfish on your private parts are mere hearsay and slander!” She let go of his sack, shaking her head. “Sacre bleu, the nerve of some people, trying to ruin my reputation as a personal trainer…”

Alec hung his head with a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank fuck.”

“Anyway, now that Part Two of this show is underway, who wants in?” Bisque asked, looking around at the very interested spectators. “You there, with the red hair! Do you wish to give this young man and his crotch the workout of a lifetime? Then step right up and have at it!”

“I suppose that means audience participation is now valid, hmm?” one of the girls Alec had doused replied up with a slight Scottish accent, her expression kind and serene even while wiping the sticky white spunk off her face.

“Well, if you want, I’m sure monsieur here would appreciate the added help,” Bisque replied with a chuckle, scuttling aside to make room for her.

Alec gasped as he saw this incredibly fit and tall woman walk up to him, gulping and immediately understanding why Bisque chose her of all people to volunteer. She was decidedly massive, over six feet tall, and despite being built like a supermodel her limbs were powerfully muscled. Her auburn hair went down to between her shoulders and looked surprisingly greasy and oily, while her eyes were a soft sea-green; her skin was pale, but freckled. She was wearing a two-piece blue bikini patterned much like reptile skin, her crotch and her ample cleavage only skimpily covered. She inspected the guy at her mercy, rubbing her chin.

“I can definitely see why she’d like practicing with you. Anyone else would’ve fallen off a long time ago - that was painful to watch, and I don’t even have balls,” she laughed, though only partly at his expense.

He blushed a little, eyeing the newcomer up and down while she did the same to him, and could only chuckle nervously. “H-heh, y-yeah… It was pretty hot-HARD t-to maintain myself. B-but I guess it’s uh… for the better. D-did you like w-what you saw? A-and still see?”

“I’m certainly interested,” she replied, lifting a foot a little and nudging his ballsac which still had fresh pincer-marks on it. “I’d actually like to lend my aid here, if you don’t mind - I’m rather familiar with how warriors from where I’m from do endurance training~”

She turned to Bisque, who nodded in approval, and back to Alec. “I’m Hildabryn, by the way. And you must be…?”

Alec nervously chuckled as she nudged his big sack, gulping as the sting was still there and being agitated. “I-I’m Alec and uh… I-I’m kind of scared, actually. Y-you said you’re familiar with warrior training?” he asked nervously, quickly understanding that might be how she got so ripped. She clearly had plans for him, though it was pretty hot how this muscly bikini babe was toying with him. “I-I’m glad you at least like the view enough to help out. I’d definitely be down for a date after thiiiIIIIIIIISSSS!!!”

With another loud CRUNCH, a massive pincer had clamped onto his left testicle and tugged at it. “Ah ah ah, no flirting with the trainer,” Bisque scolded, though she had a teasing smirk on her face. “So… Hildabryn, oui?”

“I’ve been interested in training with you, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea,” she replied, instinctively and furtively putting a hand over her crotch. “I suppose it’d be fun, though!”

“So, what do you have in mind?” Bisque replied, looking at the other girl expectantly.

Hilda knelt down and whispered something into the crab-girl’s ear. Bisque’s face brightened, and then got a devious look, her pincer biting into his nut tightening its grip even more. “Oh, that is evil. Sure, let’s give it a try~!”

Alec cried out as the pincer continued pinching down on his left nut, bending over and holding it as it starts hurting him just like before “YIIAAAOOWWW! I’M S-SORREEEEEE! J-just wanted to get to know her—GAAAAAAAH! T-TIIIIIIGHT!” he squealed out in a higher pitched voice as she tightened her grip. He could only wonder what devilish ideas they were cooking up.

“Ah, I suppose I’m taking up too much space,” Bisque quipped, tensing her grip and giving his testicle one last hard squeeze before letting go. “Though on point of order…” She nodded towards Hilda.

Alec bent over a little, and giving himself time to breathe as she stopped. He managed to pull himself straight before seeing Hilda step forward. Naturally, the naive blond didn’t expect anything too bad when he saw Hilda flash a smile at him, it even caused him to smile and blush too.

And then, with one swift movement, she drove her foot into his sizable sack, very nearly throwing him off balance and prompting winces from most of the male observers (though not as bad as when Bisque was pinching his nuts of course).

WHAM!

“AAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

The resounding THUD that came from Hilda kicking Alec square in the balls was like a church bell to everyone… and the blast of a shotgun to Alec. He cried out louder than ever as his balls were crushed into his pelvis by the impact of her foot, causing his legs to bow upward slightly. A moment after that, his voice shriveled and became a high pitched squeak, putting his hands to his crotch. “J-Jesus Christ, I-I feel like my junk just shrunk!” He squeaked out in his high voice with tears in his eyes, unable to believe that Hilda to betray him THAT quickly. Dammit, all that pinching and twisting Bisque had inflicted upon his nuts was starting to make him feel resistant, but in the blink of an eye, Hilda had undone all that hard work, leaving him feeling emasculated.

“I don’t see that much of a difference, though,” Hilda replied with a chuckle. “Well, if you can hold out, I’m certainly willing to treat you.”

“W-well, if there’s no change for you, then I’m happy, hehe—DOWAAAAAGH!!” Alec squeaked, and then screamed again as she proceeded to kick him in the junk a second time for good measure. He slumped in place a little, heels still on the poles while tears ran down his face, the crowd grimacing but also laughing at the sight of him getting beaten by her meaty legs.

Bisque raised a hand to stay her volunteer. “Alright, it’s time for Phase Two. Could someone please fetch one of those spare plates from that grill stand nearby and fill it up with hot coals?”

“Coals?! W-what fucking coals?!” Alec yelled. “I just got fucking kicked in the nads! And now you wanna barbecue me, too?!”

“Worth a shot,” Bisque replied with a laugh.

Hilda raised an eyebrow. “Starting small, I see?”

“Oh, worry not,” the crab-girl replied with a smirk. “We’re just getting started!”

At that moment, another volunteer passed the plate full of red-hot coals and embers over, setting it on the sand, and Bisque slid it directly under Alec’s crotch, his ballsack dangling a few inches above it.

“Hmm, could use a little something extra,” Hilda mused. “…hang on, I have an idea. I’ll be back in a moment~” She turned and left, leaving Alec’s poor nuts to experience the heat emanating from the plate under him.

Almost immediately, Alec could sense his balls warming up above the red hot coals, and responded with cringes and heavy breathing, his feet wiggling frantically. Instinctively, he grabbed onto his cock to hold it away from the fire, revealing his ballsack to the spectators. “O-Oh, man… That’s hot… H-how long do I have to hang on with these under me?!” His panic started growing as his balls felt hotter and hotter.

“Oh, give it five minutes, assuming you can make it that far,” Bisque replied, clacking a pincer. “Unless you want to have another go with me instead?”

“Oh, God… I’ll take the fire, fine! I’ve had enough of your pincers… What’s five minutes, anyway?!” he replied through a groan, feeling the pain starting to get worse as he fidgeted over the heat.

A moment later, Hilda returned, a massive weight-lifting bar between her shoulders, seeming light as a feather in her grasp. “I think, since Alec here seems tough enough to endure this, we could see what the extent of his strength might be,” she said with a nod towards that sizable ballsack being exposed to the intense heat - perhaps if she could start an actual fire upon that plate… hmmm…

It took a moment for the crab-girl to realize what was happening, and then she broke into a wide grin. “Oh, that is evil. Please continue.”

Noticing the weight Hilda had brought in, he couldn’t help but flirt with her a bit again. “S-strength, eh? Well, good thing I’ve been working out for a w-while. I can handle it I’m sure, s-so why not have something else for you to be impressed by-OW! Spark!” he cried out as a spark from the coals jumped onto his right nut.

“That may be true, from what I’m seeing,” said Hilda, moving around to stand behind him. “But let’s see how well you can handle it with a little more persuasion…”

With that, she hefted the weight bar, and placed it between his shoulders, so he’d have to hold onto it in true weightlifter fashion. When she released it, he’d thus have his torso pushed down about an inch or so, his painful split only widening - and bringing his nutsack down towards the coals below it!

The bar was placed on his shoulders without warning, causing him to gasp and wheeze as his body was immediately pushed down, causing him to emit a squeaky cry. His arms grabbed the bar to hold it up, but it just kept pushing him lower and lower towards the burning coal pile. “G-Gah! H-how heavy is this thing?! I-I’m not flexible enough for this!” he yelped, teary-eyed as his body was lowered by the weight towards the inferno below.

“Oh, a good hundred pounds give or take,” Hilda replied, watching Bisque stoke the coals with a stick. “But I can add a few more if you want,” she added, before looking towards the crowd (which was now chanting Alec’s name in support!). “Now, could someone kindly fetch some additional weights to hang on the bar…?”

“H-hundred?!” he squealed under the pressure of the bar, huffing and puffing while his nuts were toasted over the flame “N-now… I-I’m sure I can do it b-but… havent you already made your point?! D-don’t you think this is enough?!” Alec pleaded in a strained voice, still stuck in a split with his tender private parts so close to the burning coals.

“You could argue that, oui,” replied Bisque. “But there’s always a case for something tougher…”

Having received a pair of 25-pound weights from someone else, Hilda picked them up easily. “In order to carry the extra weight, you might need to carry your body just a little bit lower. I think you know what this means, but I trust you can handle it?”

Alec was fighting back tears, feeling his balls swinging over the fire, sparks flying around and landing on his shaft. His whole body twitched and shook, and his teeth were practically gonna bite off his lip. As she brought the weights forth, his face fell, realizing what was gonna happen.

“F-fine,” he said finally. “I can handle it! I’ll do it for you, babe! …and Bisque.” he said before huffing and puffing, holding the bar on his shoulders, he was mentally preparing to have his nutsack making contact with those scorching hot coals.

“Sounds good to me,” Hilda chuckled. Next thing he knew, she’d lifted the additional weights, which had hanger hooks on them, and attached them to the weightlifter bar. This added fifty extra pounds total… and thus, when she let the weights hang free, his body was pulled downward by another two inches.

Alec whimpered in fear as his cock dangled, sweet going down his forehead while he waited for her to put the weights on. As they were set on, he groaned as he was put in an even more incredibly uncomfortable split than before. His feet were pointing a bit upward now relative to his waist… but more importantly, this also led to his already tortured ballsack now dropping directly onto the plate of hot coals under it with an audible little thump! This was followed by a faint sizzling sound as the red-hot embers made contact as though his groin were meeting the business end of a live branding iron!

FSSSZZZZZZSSSSZZZSSSSSSS!!!

“YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWW!!!! IT FUCKING BUUUUUUURNS! GET IT OOOOOOFFF!!! HELP!! HEEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!”

A series of shrill, blood-curdling screams came out of Alec’s mouth as the worst pain yet shot through his crotch. He was unable to move off the poles now even if he wanted to because of his position, he was literally locked with his cock and balls on the rocks.  he cried out in agony while nobody was able to help him. his balls turning redder and redder and getting covered in burn marks.

The crowd gasped in shock and sympathy pain, more than a few members covering their own groins or nearly fainting from the sight of it! But a good portion of them were also watching intently, chanting and cheering him on as though hoping he’d pull through. Of course there were many, many spectators jacking off to the sexy yet torturous spectacle, but what else would one expect of a beach like this?

Even Hilda cringed a bit. “Hang in there, Alec, you have just three minutes to go!”

Alec shrieked at the top of his voice. “T-THAT LONG?! OH GOD NO, PLEEEASE! I C-CAN’T LAST THAT LOOONG! OOOOOOOOHHH! HOTHOTHOTHOTHOOOOTTTT!!!”

“I do have healing salve as well should things go wrong, don’t worry!” Bisque encouraged as well, though she was admittedly feeling aroused herself from her trainee’s testes being savagely singed. “You’ve got this, handsome! Don’t give in!”

“WHY DID I AGREE TO DO THIS?! IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAAAAAD! ITS BURNING MY COCK, TOO!!!” He wanted to reach his hand out to Hilda, hoping she’d maybe help out, but his hands were busy keeping the weights from falling off. “Y-YOU BETTER FUCK ME FOR THIS!” he cried out to Hilda, completely losing all his manners and composure, not caring if saying that would even make him regret it in the future. He was completely trapped as he struggled in vain to pull himself off the fire.

“Hmm, I don’t think we had that as the terms of this exercise if I had to be honest,” Hilda replied with a raised eyebrow. “And while I wouldn’t be opposed to it, I’m inclined to suggest that I should be the one asking if you wish to take me should you succeed, rather than you.”

“Well, I’ve punished him for glancing at certain parts of my own anatomy before,” Bisque replied. “Perhaps another five minutes would teach him not to say things like that?”

Alec screamed in horror at the prospect. But thankfully, the girls decided that the current session was punishment enough. They stood back in silence for the moment, watching as Alec’s own body weight along with that of the barbell was pressing his sack against the plate of fiery hell. Bisque could see the reddened skin beginning to blister a bit in the heat, the little dark scorch marks growing every second.

Hilda had moved around to face his front, and glanced down at the unfortunate, roasting pouch and rod before her. Even she flinched a little. “Well, I think he’s been through enough, or at least will be after, oh, two minutes and twenty-three seconds…”

“G-gnnghh… S-sorry… I-It’s just that it… BURNS… SO FUCKING MUCH…… I-I JUST NEED COMPENSATION OR SOMETHING! I-I FEEL LIKE I’M GONNA DIE FROM HOW PAINFUL THIS IIIISSSSS!” he cried with a teary pained look on his face. “A-and… come on… Y-you gotta give me a break about looking at them, Bisque… T-they were right there—OWWWWWIIEEEEEE!!!” he yelled out as more sides of his balls blistered.

“Eh, I think you’ve been punished enough for that,” Bisque chuckled. “Just be more careful next time, oui?”

“A minute and thirty-six seconds left!” said Hilda, smiling as she knelt down in front of his crotch. “You’ve got this!”

Before he could respond, she’d started running a finger up and down the underside of his dick, hoping to elicit a second blast of man-milk before he was done. All the while, as the crowd chanted encouragement around him the weight on his shoulders continued pressing his scrotum onto the burning coals, the contact area increasing slightly as time went on.

Alec whimpered while Bisque chuckled, switching to breathing practice again while the 90 seconds were on the board. He closed his eyes to focus before feeling something touch up and down his cock. Confused, he looked down to see that the hot bodybuilder girl was on her knees, her tits quivering and from the movements while in her bikini, and was now teasing his cock by moving her fingertip up and down his length. His face flushed and his cock hardened almost immediately right in front of her face, but it was hard to focus on that thanks to the volcanic sensation on his scrotum. At this point in time though, he may be super vulnerable to erupting again.

“AHH! AHHHH! W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HILDAAAA?!”

“Just making sure you’re satisfied at the end of this little trial,” she replied with a warm smile. As the burning coals continued to sear his ballsack with the intensity of a thousand suns, she started polishing his dick with a fingertip as though this would balance it out, even though that wouldn’t really be the case.

“Just a minute left!” Bisque announced. “Though hmm, I might have to see if I can up the intensity just a little bit further…”

Hilda wondered what this meant, but she could tell it meant bad news for Alec’s balls which were already being cooked alive as they spoke.

“GGHHH… H-HILDA… T-THATS REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU’RE SCRATCHING MY DIIIIICK!” He said a bit disgruntled, fighting through the fire in his groin. Even despite what she was doing however, his dick would spring up from the slightest touch of her soft finger. He’d pant and whimper as Bisque thought about something to up the ante with “P-PLEEEEEASE! I CAN HARDLY TAKE ANYMORE! I-I’D BE SURPRISED IF I COULD HAVE KIDS!!!”

“You’ll have children even after this, don’t worry,” Bisque reassured him, a cup full of some kind of liquid in her arms - to her it must’ve been like a large bucket. “Just thirty seconds left! And if it helps, I have a little something that can help…”

Alec let out a sigh of relief seeing Bisque with the cup of what seemed to be the much-needed health potion, his cock pointing up and throbbing from Hilda’s touch. He wanted to let loose, maybe this time with not just pure ballpain, and as the trouble seemed to be over, he started to let his guard down.

Hilda stepped back, and watched, wondering what the crab girl was up to. Scuttling around to face Alec, Bisque took one look at the cup. “One shot of health potion, coming up!”

Then she threw the contents of the cup, which splashed over his cock and balls…

FWOOSH!!!

…which suddenly erupted into flames, the very skin on his meat and potatoes being set on fire as the crowd gasped in horror.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OHH GOOOOOOOOOD IT BURNS!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!” Alec was crying out in agony, yelling at the top of his lungs as he felt his skin burn and melt, roasting his poor testes and frying his wiener.

Even Hilda looked horrified. “Was that the health potion?!”

Bisque tilted the cup back towards her, sniffed at its rim, and recoiled as the realization hit her. “Oh, merde! Someone switched it out with kerosene! SOMEONE GET ME THE ACTUAL HEALTH POTION, STAT!!”

No longer caring about the time left, Bisque flung the tray aside, sending some of the spectators jumping back as coals scattered on the sand. What mattered now was saving her trainee’s manhood.

“Someone get me something to smother the flames out! A fire blanket or whatever!”

“Can’t we just use water?!” Hilda asked frantically.

“And boil his junk alive? Are you kidding?!”

Then Hilda gasped. “Hang on, I’ll get my beach towel!”

She ran off, leaving Bisque to try and calm the panicking crowd and also poor Alec who was now feeling severe burns on his scrote and the length of his weenie…

At this point, Alec had probably won the challenge either way, the final 30 seconds passing while Bisque and Hilda looked for something to get rid of the fire, but none of it mattered at that point. The poor boy needed a way to escape. He was screaming nonstop now, tears pouring down his cheeks, but his mind was racing.

Come on, Alec… You’re just trying to lift a weight with your nuts on fire, no biggie! he reassured himself in his head. The latter fact was concerning, though: his nuts were being steamed in his sack, broiling and darkening as a result of the scorching fire. With all his might, he’d start lifting his arms and pushing the heavy weight up above his head, groaning and crying out in pain and revealing his well-toned body. To his own surprise, he managed to hold the weight up as high as he could go!

“GET… THIS…… OOOOFFFFFF!!!!!” he cried out, before trying to toss the weight down and off his person

Finally, Hilda returned, tossing down the blanket for the moment and then rushing over to help him. She easily pulled the weights off of him, gently setting them aside, and then, finally, pulled him free from his perilous position and lay him onto the sand, legs spread.

Alec groaned and grimaced as he hit the sand before the towel went on top of his burning crotch, putting out a good portion already… That of course would have been good to know for Hilda, but she had to just make sure.

She threw the blanket over his crotch, and gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry about this…” Then she lifted her foot again, and brought it down directly on the blanket and the balls beneath it, intending to stamp the fire out. And again. AND AGAIN.

WHAM! WHAM!

“T-thank you… H-Hilda- UUFF! OOAAAGH!”

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!!

“Thank the gods my towel is made of fireproof material,” she mused aloud while stomping his crotch repeatedly, hoping it was enough to put out the fire.

“GAAAAH! OOOOOOOH! AAAARGGGGH!!!” Alec cried out at the top of his lungs, his legs flailing as her foot slammed down on his tender testes, flattening them into the sand. His voice got higher and squeaker with every stomp, and there were a loooooot of stomps. He was borderline emasculated by the time Hilda would stop pounding his loins, but that wouldn’t be for a good minute.

“H-HILDA! T-THE FIR- AAAAOOW T-THE FIRE IS…… OOOF! T-THE FIRE IS OUT!!!! AAAAAAGH!!!” he squealed as she finished, and she thankfully got the message. Thus she left him simply lying there weakly, twitching under the blanket, his scorched cock and nuts sizzling.

“Ah, fair enough,” Hilda replied sheepishly. “My apologies. Anyway-”

She lifted the blanket, and gasped, retching slightly. “Uh… Bisque? You still have healing potion on you, do you?”

“Well, I can get some, but…” She felt the color drain from her face. “W-what happened?”

The audience held their breath, waiting for a result that could be triumphant or horrific, it was 50/50 either way.

When Alec finally came back to his senses, he looked up to see Hilda, Bisque and most of the crowd staring at his giblets in sheer horror, he gulped before looking down and seeing the ruination of his genitals

Alec gasped, speechless, shaking in place as he saw his messed up cock and balls, charred and burnt, his sack malformed, his cock practically flattened and leaking precum, skin red and practically missing. It was not an erotic spectacle anymore, but a horror show. He dropped his head back on the sand in agony now, struggling to even feel much between his legs anymore.

“H-health… potion… now…”

After what seemed like forever (but was less than a minute thankfully), someone passed the cup of actual health potion back to Bisque. After looking in and sniffing the rim to make sure it was the real deal, she motioned for Hilda to come over and passed it to her, not speaking a word.

“This… might sting a bit,” Hilda whispered, before upending the cup right onto Alec’s burnt crotch.

As the crowd watched with bated breath, a soft, faint glow emanated from the mess that was once his manhood, the burns beginning to gradually fade away - but the solution still felt like a combination of lemon juice and salt upon the unfortunate wounds the fire had already inflicted on his junk.

Alec watched as Hilda brought up the cup to him and took a deep breathe, clenching his teeth with the knowledge that it was going to feel like Hell itself. He reached for Bisque’s claw to hold it while she poured. As the potion made contact, he started squirming and groaning in pain as, even as it healed him, it felt like it was burning. He kept kicking his feet in pain whimpering as it kept covering more and more of him, and by the time the potion started seeping into the burnt skin, his moaning had become screaming.

“HNNNNGH… OH GOD… OWWWW! AAAAAAAAAGH IT FUCKING BUUUUUUUUURNS!!! AHHHHH!!!!”

Alec was crying at the top of his lungs clutching Bisque’s hand while he suffered through the healing process. And then there was Hilda, holding his other hand as the audience counted the seconds. It seemed like hours, but in reality it was more akin to several minutes as the burns faded away. To the amazement of all the spectators, the shriveling of his scrotum skin was soon replaced by smoothness as the ballsack inflated slightly once more, his dick also being miraculously repaired - though the burning sensation still continued throughout the entire process.

But eventually, finally, it was over. The two girls looked at the poor lad who had been suffering the entire time. They exchanged glances, worried that even with the healed skin, the internal parts might have been beyond saving. But that ballsack looked more swollen than ever before…

Alec lay there, no longer crying out from agony as the healing process finally finished. His mouth bubbled and crackled, letting out weak, quiet moans while his brain struggled to respond. His body twitched back and forth, especially his legs, slightly swinging his feet left and right erratically. His cock however would throb once or twice, twitching to rise back up and then falling back down as his body attempted to figure out how to work again. His balls, amazingly, were now packed to the brim with seed, a side effect of healing potion to the groin apparently being that it rapidly advanced its ability to produce sperm. He had thus been brought even closer to the edge than he was when he was on fire. All it would take would be a little ignition to set him off.

“Is he… is he still alive?” Hilda asked, poking at his arm.

“Well… One way to find out.” Bisque carefully made his way around him, and then approached his crotch, before turning to face the swollen sac between his legs. It looked prime to burst, but she knew she had to be careful to avoid permanent damage. Still… Only one way to be sure.

With that, she opened her claws, put them around each of his balls, and…

PINCH!!!

“GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!”

The echoing made the audience gasp in shock (with every male instantly covering his crotch) as Bisque slammed her claws shut around both his balls, crushing them simultaneously. Alec SCREAMED at the top of his lungs, his hand gripping Hilda’s like steel while his hips arched up from the agony. The hardest pinch yet managed to push his reproductive system over its limit, as her claws literally forced all of his cum out with a tremendous FWOOSH! He kept screaming and screaming as ropes of cum shoot around the area, hitting himself, Bisque, Hilda, and even some of the audience members at the front of the crowd.

“OWWWWW, MY BAAAALLLLSSS! YOU’RE CRUSHING MY BALLLS! GRRRRRRAAAAAGH!!” Alec yelled with tears in his eyes.

Finally, his second orgasm of the day eventually subsided as the ropes of cum subside, the sticky white spray sputtering out until he was simply left leaking the last of it onto the sand, groaning in pain as his balls eventually shrank down to normal, albeit much, much redder. He turned to his side, keening pathetically, covered in his own mess in front of everybody.

For a moment, there was silence as the sprayed audience members wiped the cum off of themselves, milling about in agitation and confusion. Then Alec whimpered in pain again.

“…O-owwww…… d-did you have to… pinch my nuts… again?”

Bisque didn’t protest this time as she was drenched in cum, and once he was done, her grip finally relaxed and she backed off, letting him bemoan his pained state for a moment. “Actually, no. A simple tap on the cock would have worked. But this was funnier, oui!”

“Says you. Owieee… Y-you know… o-on second thought… Between this and the Jelly Speedo…” He couldn’t help but snort in amusement even while in total agony. “…I’d have g-gone with being stung…”

The tension broke, and everyone erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter that could be heard across the beach. Even Alec himself was giggling within seconds.

When the hilarity died down, Bisque spoke: “Well, there you go! He’s still got it!”

And with that, the crowd erupted into applause. Hilda came forward and held Alec’s wrist, raising it into the air as a triumphant gesture, though taking care not to raise the rest of his body off the sand. Even after all that torment, his balls were still alive and well, as was his cock! It was a perfect finale to a very intense workout and spectacle!

Alec kept grimacing from the lingering pain as Bisque let go, before being lifted up by Hilda and finally seeing all the audience members cheering for him. With a faint smile, he chuckled waving to everybody as they congratulated him for his success. “Thank you… every…one…” Still exhausted from the entire endeavor, he flopped back onto the sand, accidentally pulling Hilda a bit before she caught herself.

“Well, Alec?” she asked. “Are you alright now?”

He simply looked up at her with lowered eyebrows “If you define ‘alright’ as ‘my balls fucking hurt like they just went through a goddamn food processor’, then, well… yeah, I’m alright,” he replied in a wheezy voice and a somewhat sarcastic tone, moaning as he pulls his upper body up so he was sitting upright now.

“Thank you, thank you!” Bisque bowed to the spectators, some of them were now congratulating Alec, though with the crab girl around they were careful not to get too close. “Come again! I might try something safer but still spectacular with another trainee sometime soon!”

“Heh, hopefully it won’t be someone who’d hate you for it,” Hilda replied with a chuckle. “So, about that reward…”

“Oh, that? Oui, I’m a Cancer of my word. I’ll be around to see Alec here later tonight, claws tied of course. I have other business to attend to, though, so… if you want to have fun with him first - safe, painless fun - then feel free!”

Alec moaned after getting back on his feet, having enough time to recover and stand up despite the lingering pain, chuckling in relief now that they were all making amends. He perked up and looked back at her, his dick twitching a little though still flaccid, and his face flushed as he responded.

“Well, that definitely was a show. Either way, I absolutely can’t wait to see what you have in store for me next, Bisque… that is, if you haven’t already fucked me up to the point where I only get hard from getting hit in the coconuts. But, well… worth a shot, right?” He shrugged, his legs slightly spread as he admired his newly healed junk dangling between them, relieved that it was intact.

“Hmm. I think you should be fine, but just to be sure…” Hilda chuckled, and then grabbed his naked pouch one last time for luck, digging her nails into his sack. The satisfying rubbery squish told her he was intact, though she made sure not to squeeze hard enough to actually damage it - for all she knew, it was still tender.

“ACK! N-not fair… Your hand on my crotch gets me hard no matter what…” he replied in a high -pitched voice.

“So… will you be joining us later?” she asked Bisque. “I know you’re busy, but-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know. Preferably by knocking, but keep in mind that I can’t reach the doorbell half the time~”

She clicked a claw, and Hilda “EEP”-ed and curled her toes on instinct. Suffice it to say Alec was not the only one who made a mental note that day to be careful when training with Bisque and her fearsome pincers, although she certainly intended to ask to sign up soon.

“Regardless, in spite of everything, I had fun,” Alec said with a smile. “I look forward to our next session, though again… m-maybe not with as much fire,” he added, his knees knocking with an embarrassed laugh.

“Oh, but of course,” the Carcinos replied, before looking away with a very aggravated look. “But if you don’t mind waiting a bit for that, I did mention a more urgent task. Same time next week, though, for sure!”

“I’ll come, too!” Hilda added cheerily. “But for tonight, guess it’s just you and me, huh?” she added to Alec.

“Heh, yeah. Well, seeya later then, Bisque! Me and Hilda will catch up with you soon, after some… ahem, business of our own that we need to attend.” He smirked before lowering his hand down to her lower back.

Hilda waved a claw at the two of them as they turned to head off. “Sounds good! Until then, au revoir, and come again!”

All’s well that ends well, Bisque mused with a smile as she watched them go. It had been a fantastic show despite the ordeal Alec had been through, and of course the workout had left him and his balls stronger than ever. She still wondered who would be mean-spirited enough to make a bad situation worse on purpose, but she would find out later. Whomever had pulled the trick with the kerosene would have Hell to pay by tomorrow morning… and she figured it was likely they would be unable to walk straight for at least a week by the time she was done. If not for her own petty satisfaction, she would get even for Alec’s sake.

Though speaking of, she had noticed his dick slowly getting harder as they left. It seemed he might not be out of the figurative woods just yet, especially not with an Amazon like Hilda.

Sure enough, as she turned and scuttled on her way, Bisque could hear a big THUMP of a powerful fist in the distance, followed by a howl of pain. “OWW! S-sorryyyyy!”