Tree Plugger (CBT, Sounding)

This is another story that started as an RP by me and Docsigma on the BB Fanatics Discord, and was refurbished into a complete story because I liked it a lot. It was originally going to be a standalone involving his minotaur character, but I decided to work it into the shared neighborhood setting that was introduced in "The Wyvern and the Bull", partly because it also helped a little with the worldbuilding of said setting.

Also, introducing my second female OC here, Magnolia the Dryad (and her woodpecker familiar, Tereus)! I created her as a nameless dryad for an RP with someone else enacting one of my favorite CBT fantasies - someone being trapped in a tree with a certain type of bird impaling his exposed balls - but I liked her personality too much for her to be discarded, so I've made her a resident of the neighborhood setting, meaning that she'll be visiting the household Talos lives in every so often and may be getting stories focusing on her as well. Here's an approximation of what she looks like:

https://f4.bcbits.com/img/a0177977609_16.jpg

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Tree Plugger

By Skaea

Contains: F/M ballbusting, gore, cock torture, penetration, and consensual testicular harm.

Word Count: 4,871

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There were a lot of things that the inter-dimensional neighborhood our group of well-endowed monsters lived in had in common with the kind that you or I would be familiar with. The streets, houses, driveways, and gardens were all very much like the ones in a typical suburb, though the layout was less linear and more twisting, meandering, and branching almost like the blood vessels of some giant living being. In the middle of the neighborhood, however, things were dramatically different…

A few days after his draconic house-mate had moved in, the morning sun found Minos taking a causal stroll, like he always did. This morning routine was a daily reminder that at his heart, he was a barbarian with an affinity to resort to fisticuffs, even if he now lived out his days in a cozy home that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a 50’s-era sitcom. A couple of turns and intersections away from his place, however, he found himself entering a vast island of green, taking up much of the center of this strange but homey locale. This forested area was officially called “The Park”, but some of the non-native residents who had escaped its depths referred to it as “The Hungry Jungle”, and for good reason. Hushed whispers spoke of plants of every variety growing in here like some mysterious Eden, including a few more hostile ones that had a hunger for flesh… especially some very precious flesh…

The burly, broken-horned man looked around, wondering what part of this gods-forsaken park he’d blundered into this time, before reaching down to scratch his thigh gently. His outdoors garb was quite revealing - he was covered in fur armor and had metal gauntlets on his hands - but a lot of his areas were still exposed to attack, and would no doubt have been torn wide open if his skin weren’t so durable… wyvern stingers notwithstanding, of course.

There was a movement just behind him, and then a thorny vine lashed out just as the horned man bent over. It wrapped around the base of his balls, its sharp tip digging into the sack!

“O-OW! What the gods??” Minos cried out loudly, the sound like the bellow of an enraged bull. He tried to reach down and grasp the vine, his skin slightly tough due to his nature. Whirling his head around to try and get a good look at his attacker, his bovine ear suddenly caught a rustling sound that instantly got his attention.

A young woman with pale green skin stepped out of the nearby foliage, scantily clad in leaves with green hair interwoven with white magnolia flowers.

“Ah-HA!” she cried, her emerald eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Just as I thought, another hooligan looking to set up camp on my hallowed grounds!”

The tree nymph whistled a command, and then a massive red-crested bird flew down from the trees to perch on the vine. It seemed to be eyeing the barbarian’s sack, as though wondering how many jabs of its sharp beak it would take to pierce through it.

“I’m not looking to set up anywhere, you caster!” he grunted, thrusting his horns in her direction, his sack painfully taut with the two grapefruit-sized orbs bulging out at the bottom.

Then a sharp, blistering pain shot through his left testicle. The woodpecker had been in the perfect position to thrust its beak like a rapier, directly into the fat juicy nut. It hadn't struck with enough force to break the skin, but the pain was still intense, like an arrow fired from a bow.

Minos bellowed loudly and reached down with his metal-clad hand, attemping to seize the bird around its beak. The woodpecker still managed to get several more jabs in before he finally caught it, his grip gentle, daring not to hurt what was no doubt the dryad’s pet. He would swear the bird had actually drawn a drop of blood, and his left ball was quite reddened from its assault.

“Command your bird to stop,” he snarled at her. “Its attacks shall do nothing but irritate me.”

The dryad looked doubtful, but still very annoyed. She whistled again, and the bird backed off, slipping out of his grasp, but still kept it’s sharp beak aimed at his sack.

“What are you doing here, anyway, if you don’t wish to stay?” She glared at him as she asked this.

He scowled at her again, before huffing and flexing his metal gloves. “I’m wandering. It’s what my people do.” He glared her down and turned about, his hand reaching down and grabbing the prodding vine, trying to pull it off. However, said vine was wrapped very hard around his now aching balls.

“And what led you to THIS place in particular?” She raised an eyebrow. The vine stabbed a little harder in the meantime, actually drawing a second drop of blood.

He grunted and scowled at her. “I was following the sun. It’s what I always do on my morning stroll.” He gripped the tendril harder, yanking a few times, and added, “Get this off me, now.” He pointed down to his balls, his massive cock flopping over the thorny tendril with his fur loincloth following suit.

She feigned surprise. “Whoops. Here, let me…” She waved a hand and the vine loosened its grip, releasing his nuts. “Not many people come here, actually. They tell stories about me, and as much as I contest most of them, I’m sure you know what happens to people who defile my land. Not that I’m accusing you in particular, but…”

He sighed, glancing down at the little pricks of blood on his pouch. “Nope, don’t know. And sorry for trying to grab your bird… Fucking gods, I need to work on my endurance with these,” he added, holding his balls for her to look at, letting her see that the little puncture wounds were already closed up.

She raised her brows again. “Healing powers… This is new. Normally I have to brew a healing salve or five to patch up someone after they plead for mercy.” She paused, her bird flying onto her shoulder. “So, are you going to head back to your residence, or do you plan to at least stay for morning water?”

“It’s a small perk. Only works on little things. And sure. I mean, I am a guest.” He chuckles as he looks at her with a smirk. “And don’t worry, I keep them covered so you don’t get a bit hypnotized.” He says, making his hips sway side to side, his balls lightly slapping against his thighs. He seemed cocky about his body, but she didn’t look amused at all.

“Watch yourself, unless you wish to be sealed in a tree for a few hours with your assets at the mercy of Tereus here,” she indicated her woodpecker. “So, guest rights it is then?”

“I bet your bird wouldn’t be able to hurt my assets as you call them. I bet I wouldn’t say uncle, and I bet I’d let you roast them.” He boasted, crossing his arms and grinning. “If I don’t say uncle by the time the sun is at its peak, let’s just say… Hm, you give me a bunch of healing salve and magic items.” He shuddered slightly as the memory came back to him. “I might have used up some of my medicine bottles when my new house-mate and I had a little accident a while ago…”

Magnolia decided not to ask about that, though at that point she did notice a faint scar on his scrotum that looked disturbingly like a huge puncture wound. “At least let me supply you with food and water, as well as lodging for the day,” she replied, stroking her woodpecker idly. “But we certainly love a challenge!”

He smiled and chuckled a bit, offering a large hand down to her. “Breakfast would be nice, and in the morning you can try to hurt me.” He replied, waiting for her to take his metal-covered hand.

“It IS morning,” she chided. There was a brief pause, and then she hesitantly shook his hand. “It’s nice to get to know someone who doesn’t intend to hurt my people for their own selfish ends. So… do you have a name? Mine is Magnolia.”

“Mine is Minos, or Boxing Bull in some places.” He says, his hand engulfing hers as he shook it firmly. “Don’t worry, after the challenge, I’ll be out of your hair, unless…?” He asks, swaying his hips again and letting his man-meat swing around enticingly.

She glowered at him again. “We don’t breed the way humans do, sorry. And I’m not interested in any case. Though if you’re in need of a caster companion for future adventures, I might consider it…”

The two of them made their way to a clearing full of beautiful plant life. Fresh water from recent rains dripped into a pool on the far side of the clearing, and exotic fruit also grew in the tree branches, ripe for picking.

Minos smiled in admiration and followed her, though admittedly there was a bit of confidence in his grin, too; he seemed sure his manhood could take anything she and her bird could dish out. “I’d love a good looking woman on my trails.” He admitted as he looked around, not touching anything. “Make sure I’m really stuck, since I might go a little berserk with pain.” His tone was teasing as he pulled off his fur loincloth.

“…you SURE you can handle it?” she asked, slipping into a cunning mask. “I’ve gotten that from people who’ve begged for me to castrate them after just ten, fifteen minutes…”

“I’m a warrior, and I’m sure your woodpecker can’t do much to me. Hells, I bet you couldn’t make me howl Uncle.” He had a wide grin on his face, for he was sure he was going to win. “And the deal is you have till the sun hits the peak. And then we can talk about refilling my medicine cabinet.”

“At least have some breakfast first.” She plucked one of the nearest fruits and offered it to him. “I’m sure you’ll need the strength if you wish to take on this challenge, not to mention finishing your morning stroll.”

“Thank you ma’am, and don’t worry. I got plenty of strength, though, to be honest with you, I won’t use it around here. You did say your people might be in danger if I mess with this place.” He took the fruit from her and bit into it without a second thought.

“Fair enough.” She smiled in relief. “I feel better knowing you feel that way; that assertion shows sympathy not everyone who enters The Park has. I’ve had people stop by to carve their initials on trees, strip whole groves of fruit, and yank up perfectly innocent saplings just because they didn’t like where they were growing.”

Minos swallowed his sweet mouthful and shook his head. “Yeesh. No wonder you were so upset when we first met. I may be a plant-eater, sure, but I’m not that insensitive.”

Magnolia shrugged. “I’ll still cook a meal for you, so you can have time to relax before the challenge. Just fruit, though, for the sake of seed distribution. Leaves and shoots are a no-go.”

He couldn’t help but snicker at this. “Hm, nice idea, and maybe we don’t have to do it? We both know I’m tough,” he added, biting into the fruit and chewing some more. He might have been trying to squirm his way out, but it sounded like a good option at the time.

“We’ll see about that, tough guy!” Magnolia replied, winking.

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After the morning meal and some more small talk, it was about thirty minutes until the sun was at its peak, so Magnolia arranged the setup for the challenge without delay. Minos was soon stuck in the tree she’d picked, a massive sturdy oak with a convenient hole in the trunk. His magnificent ass and tail were sticking out of said hole, his massive cock and balls dangling out behind him; she could see his quivering hole as he waited for her. “Better hurry… I think you’ve got about half an hour for you to make me scream uncle.” His head was poking out through the other side of the tree, allowing him to breathe but constricting the rest of him.

“Duly noted~. Tereus… You know what to do.”

The bird flew over to perch on the tree, sizing up the gigantic balls a mere inch from his very sharp bill.

The bull-man kept still, closing his eyes as the seconds tick by. Minos was excellent at telling the time, even with his eyes closed as Tereus judged the pulsing factories barely contained in his sack. The bruises were already gone, the sagging balls almost bouncing as they rubbed against his soft cock.

“Aaaaand… GO!” Magnolia waved her arm as though holding a signal flag, and with that her bird proceeded to start brutally hammering Minos’ huge nuts with his razor-sharp beak…

Minos immediately started straining, his monster balls bouncing and tensing up and down. His cock flopped around as well, almost slapping against the bird as he ruthlessly pecked the life out of the juicy orbs. The full force of his pecks actually began spearing the fat nuts, puncturing the skin and even the thick, fibrous walls of the organs beneath! The sack began to bleed once again, but the bull-man struggled to stayed silent (though he wasn’t entirely successful).

Tereus alternated between each ball, letting the regeneration patch up the previous one while tormenting the other, but always keeping up the feeling of intense pain drilling into each testicle, like someone was driving nails into the hapless organs.

Minos grunted and gritted his teeth harder, shifting and making the wood around him groan as he moved. The healing making only some of the injuries heal slowly, but otherwise made his balls really squishy under the constant drilling. “T-twenty minutes!” he cried out. Magnolia’s eyes widened, realizing that ten minutes had passed and her captive was still holding strong, even as parts of his sack tore and revealed the grey factories hanging there…

The woodpecker continued his assault, his beak now jabbing at the spots where Minos’ testicles were exposed and unprotected by his skin. He actually managed to pierce the ball flesh a little deeper than before now, actually working his way into the filaments within like a pair of tweezers.

“EYAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!”

Minos finally bellowed at the top of his lungs, the sound echoing through the clearing as his delicate membranes of his balls got were pierced and peeled away slowly by the bird’s cruel beak. He actually made the wood groan and crackle a bit as he instinctively struggled, his breathing labored as his cock surged with the rush of blood, it slapping against the wood a few times. “N-Never saying it!!” His voice was clearly strained as he expressed his defiance.

Magnolia smiled sweetly. “Just twenty more minutes, I believe in you,” she said, watching her bird continue pecking away. Minos’ regeneration was amazing, actually keeping up with the damage his nards were taking, but he still had a ways to go…

“N-no! It’s e-eighteen!” He bellowed once again. Amazingly, his balls remained nice and healthy, though they were getting softer and softer with each passing minute. Minos’ cock stayed as hard as granite; it might be good to change pain with pleasure, so he could catch up a little bit. Or maybe pick on something larger? Regardless, the bull-man kept as quiet as he could, only giving groans and snorts of pain here and there as he began to go numb, his ass getting sweaty and his naked balls glistening as the skin healed a little over them, his body focusing more on them now

“Oh, did I misjudge the time? Ah well, I think you’ll be the better judge, then~“ said Magnolia. Tereus was slowing down a little in his pecking, but he wasn’t tiring, just giving him a bit of a breather…

But his torment was not over yet. Meanwhile, a small, thorny vine was starting to slither up the tree towards his cock, and a second one making its way towards his quivering hole…

Minos hung his head down, but then he heard something and raised his head up again. “Ar-are you cheating?! It’s supposed to be your bird!” Minos says, his balls quivering and bouncing up, before they relax and swell a bit more, his sack turning a decent shade of dark purple.

“I’m not going to go after your nuts with those, don’t worry,” said Magnolia. “But I suppose a little pleasure to balance out can’t hurt~!”

At this, the vine proceeded to wiggle its tip into the slit of his cock, while the woodpecker continued jabbing at his balls.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

Minos howled like a man possessed, twitching and writhing. The pain of his cock being stretched out by a spiny invader made him convulse like mad.

“TH-THAT ISN’T PLEASURE!” he yelled, feeling the vine slip in easily and especially the cruel thorns scratching at the inside of his urethra. The larger, thicker vine proceeded to ram its way into his asshole at the same moment, its shorter, blunter thorns rubbing harshly against his insides.

While the bird continued piercing his balls, the vines began to thrust in and out of his urethra and rectum… It felt so weird. Hideously painful, yes, but also like he was cumming over and over.

“NNNGAAAAAAHHHHAAIEEEEEEEEE!!! NNNGGGGHHHH!”

Minos kept howling and growling loudly in mad pain and terrible pleasure. The sensation actually made him cum, the thinner tendril being hosed down with hefty spurts of potent minotaur spunk. Even his balls leaked small trickles of raw sperm through their puncture wounds, too.

“TEEEEEEEeeeen minutes…” he moaned, noting the sun nearing its peak. He was sweaty and tired, but damn his powerful will, he might actually make it!

Magnolia took note of the sun’s position as well, also keeping track of the time along with her charge. All the while, the bird continued ramming his balls, managing now to pierce cleanly through the tough walls of his testicles and dig his beak down to the hilt, reaching into the delicate insides like a crow digging into a corpse!

It hurt like the sun was in his balls, but the insides were tougher than the outsides, the bird’s beak plunging into a tough and spongy material. The bull-man’s noises suddenly stopped and he hung his head, biting his lower lip to keep silent, his cock weeping heavily, a pool of cum and blood forming at the base of the tree as it became clear that he seemed to be barely holding on. His body worked on healing one area as his tormentor pulled his beak out, noticing the balls healing a bit faster than normal.

“Fu-fuck you…” he growled, obviously in overwhelming pain.

Magnolia covered her mouth in shock, and a bit of admiration for his endurance. Taking things up a notch, and with just eight minutes to go, Tereus proceeded to tug at the fibers INSIDE Minos’ nuts, pulling at them with sudden painful jerks. The vines, meanwhile, reached deep into his cock and rectum and into his prostate, massaging painfully.

“AAAAAAUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!”

Minos bellowed and thrashed around, the scratching inside his ass and cock practically non-existent as he felt the dense tissues being yanked at. Magnolia can see the wood beginning to give, he seemed so close. Minos gave a blood thirsty growl, his body tensing up, and it seemed that he might have had some berserker rage welling up in him, but he kept still as steel, even as Tereus pulled out a chunk from deep inside his left ball and swallowed it. Then one from his right!

Sensing that things could go wrong if the wood wasn’t reinforced, Magnolia proceeded to will additional branches to sprout out around him, replacing the wood that was breaking while he was held in place. Just five minutes to go, and his balls were looking quite a bit worse for wear, almost like they were about to fall out of the sack…

Seconds later, they did spill out of his torn scrotum, his healing focusing on his balls more than anything, the holes Tereus had gouged into the flesh being covered by the fibrous outer membrane before it healed up. With just two minutes to go, his rage ebbed to nothing, his whole body feeling like fire as he hung his head, his healing finally stopping in the final moments, the pair noticing real damage now.

And still the bird continued, dutifully lancing his bare nuts and feeding upon his insides! Magnolia forced herself to look away and kept her eyes on the sun in the meantime. Just a little more and it’d all be over…

Minos went silent, his mind melted from pain as it barely registered anymore. So intense was his agony that he had gone outright numb, his balls hanging there, the little tubules actually being yanked and torn out like worms from the ground, with a few some of them even landing on the ground below. The bird was doing too much damage, but still, just as the sun reached its peak, he lifted his head up at last.

A few precious seconds passed before he whispered something. “U-uncle… But I-I won…” He then went limp once more, hanging his head down, and passed out, or perhaps went into shock as he began to bleed heavily and froth at the mouth.

Magnolia too seemed to realize that she may have overdone her torment. She swiftly called her bird off, taking out a bottle of healing salve and advancing on the ruined sack and balls. Soon Minos felt gentle hands lifting his nuts back into his torn sack…

He kept out of it, his eyes rolled back in his head as he went slack, his horn clacking loudly against the trunk of the tree. He may have won, but dear gods was he in pieces. His nuts were cold to the touch, almost dead to the dryad’s gentle hands, and his mangled sack now lay in pieces that barely fit together.

She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. This would take a while…

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The next time Minos woke up, he was lying on a bed of soft leaves. His scrotum was covered in some kind of cool paste, and largely intact now. Magnolia was sitting next to him, a look of concern on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Minos… I may have gone a little too far, I - I may be vindictive but I’m not THAT cruel…”

When he looked back at her, his eyes were not enraged, but tired and calm. “Wh-what happened? A-are you okay? Gods ple-please tell me I didn’t hurt you…” He tried to sit up but fell on his back again with a cry of pain. “Di-did I win?…” He barely managed to speak, how voice dry and weak.

“Just barely,” she replied, noting the tapping of Tereus’s work outside the very large, hollow tree she called home. “You were in a terrible state when I freed you, but I’ve healed people who lost their testicles entirely, so you weren’t as difficult. You should be able to recover with some rest and a good meal. Again.”

He groaned and covered his balls, he pants as seems to fight the urge to puke as he felt the husks between his legs as they began to heal. “So, um, do you haaaave ow… fuck me… those magic items and medicine?” He asks, looking around for something to drink.

“Actually, I was thinking of delivering your supplies myself, assuming you could take me to your house. I now understand that your healing can only work so much - and what would happen if you found yourself in a battle too intense for even you to handle? A healer is a must for any adventure, especially if there’s danger involved.” She smiled a little.

He looks at her and frowns “Bu-but what of your land? Ooooow gods…” He says, curling up in a tight ball as he felt his balls, he almost fell off the leaves as he curled up so tight. He really did a number on his balls, and Minos could feel that they were barely healing. “I-I felt stuff come out… wh-what was that? Wh-what did you do with that?” he asked, his face pale. She could tell he wanted the pain to go far, far away.

She gently pushed him back down onto the leaf bed. “Careful, you’re hurt… Your nuts still need a while still to heal. Trust me, you do NOT want to know what happened to them…” She shuddered a little, remembering how Tereus had ravenously torn into them. Maybe she should discipline her familiar a little harder in the future.

“I-I’m tempted to let you take them…” He held onto her gently as he lay back down. He was tough as nails, sure, but he had limits, and that grueling test was indeed harsh, but it was arousing to know he can take that sort of beating to his manhood and still be virile enough to cum.

She still looked unamused, but chuckled a second later. “I’ll try to be less destructive and vindictive next time. Or at least Tereus will, if I can help it. Now, I’ll have to prepare your needed items, and I’ve already arranged for some of my neighbors to keep watch over our land for me until I get back, so I should be fine.”

“Ne-next time??” His eyes widened briefly, but then he nodded weakly in understanding. “Just… just give me a while, okay? Being hurt after my rage makes them last longer.” He pointed up to his broken horn. “B-but next time??” he asked, wincing at the memory.

“I’ll definitely be more considerate in the future. But if you want to have your manhood tormented, or you want to punish someone who practices cruelty against nature, all you have to do is ask~!” She winked at him playfully.

He gulped audibly. “Ho-honestly, if I wasn’t in so much pain… I’d be hard,” he admitted with a small chuckle. “B-but before we go… I need to know… is there anything you want to do to me before we head off? W-with what you said, you can heal my body back up easily, so…”

“Well, that’ll have to wait until you’re healed up,” she replied with a mischievous chuckle. “But before we go, I would like to, well… collect a sample of essence from your kin, as it were. Let’s just say there’s a reason we look like people,” she added with a wink.

“Le-lets just relax for a bit… Any sperm right now is tainted with blood,” he admitted, reaching over to her and pulling her close to his built body. It was quite a surprise to her, but not an unpleasant one, as he began to cuddle her like a teddy bear.

She giggled again, unable to resist snuggling close to her new friend. “Whoopsie! Sorry, Minos!”

**********

It took another hour for the medicine and other items to be prepared, and another half hour for the two of them to return to Minos’ house. But what greeted Magnolia and Tereus when they arrived was anything but pretty.

The moment she took in the state of the tree her people had planted next to the driveway, the dryad dropped the bag of supplies on the sidewalk with a gasp of horror and grief. The poor thing had been slashed up and down its once beautiful trunk, most of its branches were broken and charred black and bare, and the tips of several were even on fire. The garden was no better, having been trashed like a pack of dogs had dug it up in search of nonexistent buried bones, though at least none of the plants had been burned down.

Minos’ vision turned red at that moment, having immediately guessed who was responsible. Stomping up to the front door, he reared back his fist… and then gently knocked upon it.

“About time, Bull-Balls! What took you so l- oh.”

A certain red-scaled wyvern boy had opened the door, only for the grouchy, almost sleepless look on his face to transform instantly into abject terror.

“May we have a word with you, Talos?” the minotaur snarled, before glancing first at the scorched tree, and then one very angry dryad, who cracked her knuckles with a murderous expression.

Over the next three hours, Talos’ screams of woodpecker-induced anguish could be heard for miles.