**Phantom Phallus Saga**

Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/107v9qu/phantom_phallus_part_1_penectomy_castration/)

Part 2: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10advjv/phantom_phallus_part_2_penectomy_castration/)

Part 3: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10at5np/phantom_phallus_part_3_penectomy_castration/)

Part 4: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10e8u1o/phantom_phallus_part_4_penectomy_castration/)

Part 5: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10f8vy6/phantom_phallus_part_5_penectomy_castration/)

Part 6 (FINALE): [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Castration_Erotica/comments/10hrs5y/phantom_phallus_part_6_finale_penectomy/)

Alex and Trina's Fate: currently viewing

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With her door locked and her heart pounding, Trina stared at the cloth bundle on the pillow beside her. She was laid out on her side on the bed, her arms wrapped tight around one of her favorite stuffed bears as she gazed at the voodoo-dick with a cocktail of love, excitement, and fear stirring in her belly. She hummed softly to herself as she turned over on her back, imagining Alex was doing the same in his own bed somewhere. Was he thinking about today's events as deeply as she was? Was he unable to sleep because of how horny he got at just the mere memory?

With a shiver, she closed her eyes and slid one hand down her belly, under the waistband of her pajama shorts. Her pussy was already warm and wet, waiting for her fingers to act out the dirty things she wanted Alex to do to her. She sighed softly, biting at her lower lip as her fingers moved in a few gentle circles over her clit before sliding into her needy hole. Fuck, she wanted him so bad. She had seen his cock standing up at attention in his pants during that damn class, no matter how hard he tried to hide it - and fucking hell, it looked big. She pictured him on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy as she fingered herself to his image... but it wasn't what she wanted.

She tilted her head to the side to stare at the cloth bundle again, her fingers sliding out unceremoniously. Why didn't this feel right? She wanted him to fuck her, didn't she? So what was so wrong here?

An idea popped into her head, and she huffed a little as she considered it, then grinned. Quietly, so as not to disturb her mother in the other room, she turned over so that she was on her knees, her stuffed bear now sat right between her thighs. The hard little button nose bumped delightfully against her clit as she positioned herself to slide her fingers in again, and this time, she used one hand to reach out and stroke the voodoo-doll in time with her own fingers' thrusts. She couldn't see him, no - if she was honest, she'd hardly ever spoken to him outside of class - but she knew that he could feel her, and she knew he was probably rock hard right now. Was he stroking along with her, her touch guiding his own hand as he succumbed to this delicious magic he knew nothing of? Shit, maybe it was *evil*, but she fucking *loved it.*

She lost count of how many times she got herself off that night. Over and over again, She let herself tremble as she sat there on her bed, riding her own fingers, her free hand gripping the little cloth bundle as she imagined riding Alex, making him cum inside of her and letting his load stay there for days... Shit, the power was *intoxicating*. She had never cum that many times before, or that hard, and she could still feel her inner walls quivering the next morning.

That was the night she truly decided that Alex was *hers* for the taking.

For days, Trina spent her time in class playing with her new boy-toy. She needn't worry about paying attention to the lessons - she was the type to study ahead, and she knew the tests would be easy enough. Her vigorous studying had left her with plenty of free time to admire and toy with her crush, and she took full advantage of the opportunity.

Each day leading up to winter break, Trina watched through the corner of her eye as she fondled the cloth bundle in her sleeve, loving the way Alex squirmed as she played with the voodoo-doll. She'd reworked the spell a little, just adding balls to the shaft so that she could play with the whole of him. She liked watching the swell of his pants, and she liked watching the occasional pool of cum darken his pants. She *especially* liked *that* part, because she got to watch him struggle with the mess for the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, she had no idea how to take it any further. She wanted to, really, but she couldn't find an *in.*

On the second to last day before break, she made it all the way home after school, and managed to shower and eat dinner and do a tarot spread before she realized the voodoo-doll was missing. She dug in her backpack for it, hoping to spend another night playing with herself, and her heart dropped when she realized that it was gone. She ended up dumping the entire contents of her bag onto her bed, but she couldn't find it.

Panicking, she retraced her steps in her mind. The only place it could've gotten lost was at school...

​

Trina barely slept that night, endlessly worried about the outcome of her mistake. She hated herself for it - she'd let herself get sloppy, and she was angry and embarrassed. She spent several hours that night flipping through her spellbook, praying to her deities that there was some sort of solution. This was just supposed to be *her* game, and she worried that if she couldn't at least "turn off" the voodoo-doll, Alex could get hurt.

But unfortunately, she found nothing, and was forced to go to the final day of school with a pit in her stomach.

Even Alex seemed a little confused when she left him alone for the first time in over a week. There was no tingling today, no stroking, no squeeze around his balls. Trina spent the day in a haze of frustration, and her mind was so foggy that she almost didn't hear her fifth-period History teacher call her name on the way out. She turned around, meeting the older woman's gaze as best as she could.

Ms. Delaney was young for a history teacher, but still old enough that a lot of Trina's classmates called her a "MILF". She was average height, and fit, with good-sized tits and a shapely ass that swayed enticingly when she walked up and down the rows of desks. She had long ginger hair that she often kept tied up in a messy bun, and piercing green eyes with long lashes that would, admittedly, look incredibly alluring while she was on her knees in front of a man. Hell, Trina was pretty sure she was straight, but Ms. Delaney was definitely a reason to question that.

"Trina," Ms. Delaney said firmly as the rest of the class dissipated, "I'd like to speak with you." She took her black-framed glasses off, her other hand holding up something small and red.

*The voodoo-doll.*

"Do you mind explaining to me what this is?" she asked, leaning on her desk and glaring at Trina.

*Say something,* she urged herself. *Anything. Fuck, what do you even say to that? Fuck it, play dumb.* "I... um, no, I don't... I don't know -"

"You don't know." Ms. Delaney wasn't asking for confirmation of what Trina had just said - she was repeating it firmly, disbelievingly. It was a statement that she threw to the air between them with utter disdain. "You don't know what fell out of your backpack yesterday afternoon." She lowered her head, and Trina let herself breathe at the break of eye contact. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Ms. Delaney... with all due respect, I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you. And it's... kind of... inappropriate." Though both were true, she was also very worried that she would be in trouble for it. But the teacher simply raised her head again to look Trina right in the eye once more, silently urging her on, and she sighed. At least no one was around to hear them. "It's uh... it's a voodoo doll."

"And is there any reason it's so *phallic*?"

Fuck, Trina couldn't deny that part. The damn thing was shaped like some sort of weird cloth dildo. "Um... it's... it's for a boy. Like, it... I made it for a boy. Or, *about* him, I guess. I dunno."

Ms. Delaney nodded slowly. "Alex?"

Trina blushed fiercely at the mention of the name. "No!" she stammered, "no, no, I don't - I, uh -"

"Come on, Trina," Ms. Delaney said, quirking an eyebrow. "Everyone knows you two like each other."

"I - wait, he likes me back?"

"Not the point. The point is, you don't need to construct some sort of fake voodoo-doll just to get closer to him, you can -"

"It's not fake."

" - I'm sorry?"

"It's not fake." Trina had felt a spark of anger at the unwitting challenge. She hated when people called her practice *fake* \- she tried to ignore it, as most fellow witches told her to, but it pissed her off to no end anyway. What she did had real effects, effects that she had seen first hand, effects that couldn't be explained away with "placebo" or "just your imagination". It was *real*, and she didn't like the condescension in her teacher's voice.

But Ms. Delaney almost seemed amused at Trina's defiance. "Trina, there's no such thing as witchcraft. I have been trying to tell you this since you first started in my class."

"But you're wrong! Magic is *real*, it's just manipulating the energies of the world around you."

Ms. Delaney laughed. "So - so you mean to tell me, *this* \-" She squeezed the cloth bundle tight by the balls - "is *really* connected to Alex's penis?"

Trina flinched as she watched her teacher's long, dark-green nails dig into the cloth, knowing it was hurting her crush. "Yes, they really are connected, and you're going to hurt him, so please just -"

"Just what?"

"Just give it back, please -"

"No, I don't think I will, young lady. Enough with this *magic* you claim is so powerful. This is not Alex Griffith's dick, and I'm going to prove it to you. See? Nothing is going to happen."

Everything happened so fast.

Alex, of all people, walked into the room - Trina knew he had Ms. Delaney's history class for his final period, and that he liked to get there early - just as the teacher dropped his voodoo-doll on the floor, slipped her bare foot out of her sleek black heels, and stomped purposefully on the little cloth bundle.

Her toes pressed hard into the balls of the voodoo-doll, her heel landing right on the tip of it, and Alex suddenly gasped and collapsed just inside the doorway to the classroom. Both women immediately turned around, and Trina found herself rushing to help Alex up. "Alex! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he stammered, "yeah, just - fuck, my stomach just started hurting."

Trina looked up to see Ms. Delaney return her foot to its shoe, horror and shock written across her pretty face as she stared at her sixth-period student. For a moment there was silence between them - then she made eye contact with Trina, and suddenly there was an entire conversation and an agreement between them. Trina had felt Ms. Delaney's entire vibe change. She liked this. She was *turned on* by this.

"Well," Ms. Delaney said curtly, straightening her tight-fitting skirt and blouse, "if that's all you have to say, Trina, I suggest you hurry on to your next class. But I *will* be seeing you for detention after school. Understand? And I will be keeping your - uh - *cellphone*, for the rest of the day."

"Yes, ma'am," Trina said softly, noting the tiny wink the teacher shot her and the subtle hand tucking the voodoo-doll into the older woman's desk. She bid goodbye to Alex, and left the room, anxious and excited for her detention. Something told her Alex would be there, too.

​

Ms. Delaney's sixth period class was more relaxed than the rest. They had completed most of their finals a day early, and were now just working on the essay portion. Ms. Delaney kept her eyes fixed on Alex the entire time, watching him struggle to focus as she rolled the voodoo-doll under her feet behind her desk. The end of class came, and she found some bullshit excuse to keep Alex for detention as well. She wouldn't let it count towards his grades or anything - and the same went for Trina - not when she had so much fun planned for the two.

As the two got situated in their seats, ready to wait out the next thirty minutes or so, Ms. Delaney stood up and sauntered over to the door, making sure it was locked and that the papers covering the little glass panel in the door were secured. She didn't need anyone walking in on them. "Alex," she said carefully, "you know Trina, don't you?"

"Sort of," the young man answered. "We have a couple classes together but we've never really talked."

Ms. Delaney nodded as she sat herself on top of her desk, crossing one leg over the other and facing the two seniors. "Do you like her?" She could see Trina blushing profusely, but she didn't care.

"Well, yeah, she's chill."

"Do you *like* her?"

"Um... I mean..." He turned to Trina, also blushing now. "You're cute, but we've never talked, so I don't... I dunno."

Ms. Delaney nodded again, this time reaching behind her, opening one of her desk drawers and pulling out the voodoo-doll. She heard Alex's breath hitch as she moved, and she wasn't sure whether it was from her touch or from the way her tight skirt pulled up to reveal a tiny bit of her panties. She turned around again, holding up the little cloth bundle. "Alex, do you know what this is?" He shook his head, and she turned to Trina. "Would you care to explain?"

Trina refused to look either of them in the eye, and refused to look at the voodoo-doll. "It's, uh... it's a spell. I practice witchcraft, and it's, um... it's kind of, like..."

"You made a figure of Alex's penis, correct?" She ignored Alex's shocked face in favor of Trina's nod. "And you've been using it during class to entertain yourself at his expense, right?" The young woman nodded again, and Ms. Delaney sighed, gently switching the doll between one hand, then the other. "Not okay, Trina, not okay. A man's genitals are very sensitive. You could've really hurt Alex."

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to wrap my head around - *agh!*"

Ms. Delaney silenced Alex's interjection with a tight squeeze around the doll's shaft, assuring herself that it really did work. "See?" she said to Trina. "It's dangerous to possess this much power." She let the doll fall to the ground, smirking at the way Alex flinched. Once again, she removed her foot from her heel with ease, and began to roll the doll under her toes. "I think we should have a little fun with him before we cut this whole thing short, shouldn't we?"

Trina was looking at her with a mixture of shock and excitement, while Alex looked like he was going to be sick. The constant contact couldn't feel very good, but that didn't matter. Ms. Delaney wanted to have her fun, and she figured it was only fair to let Trina join in.

Picking up the little toy with her toes, she palmed it before tossing it to Trina, who wasn't gentle about catching it. Alex flinched, gripping the sides of his desk as Trina glanced at him, then grinned and squeezed the cloth bundle. Ms. Delaney laughed softly, hopping off of her desk and walking over to Alex's, bending down just enough to give him a peek down her button-up. "It's alright, honey. We're just going to give you what every man your age deserves."

Alex looked up at her questioningly. "What the hell do you think I *deserve*?" he whispered.

Ms. Delaney stood up, instead wandering over and seating herself on Trina's desk, taking the voodoo-doll and squeezing the balls absently. "When I was younger - maybe your age, Trina, roughly eighteen years old - I worked as a waitress, and I had to serve an older man one night. He was a disgusting, perverted creep. He kept trying to grab me and kept making comments about me. When my shift ended later that night, I found him waiting outside my work." She shivered, this time stroking the shaft of the doll as she grabbed the balls harder, enjoying the way Alex's face twisted in pain. "He ended up pinning me against the wall, with no cameras around and nobody nearby to help me. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but I managed to get away by kicking him square in the sack, as hard as I could." She leaned back on the desk, handing the toy to Trina again and letting her play with it. "Since that day, I have been leered at, grabbed, and catcalled by *plenty* of men. Too many, in fact. I decided a long time ago that most, if not *all* men, deserve to have their balls broken by the same beautiful women they harass. Alex, you're a sweet boy, but you're packing just the same parts as those men. You deserve it just as much as they do."

As she finished speaking, Trina suddenly twisted with both hands in opposite directions, making Alex groan in agony, and the girls laughed at his reaction. "Nice job, Trina, but I have something more fun in mind than just twisting and squeezing." She took the voodoo-doll back, holding it tight as she walked back to her desk. She reached down and grabbed her purse, rifling through it and pulling out a thick, rectangular object. "Alex," she said firmly, "I'd like you to strip for us."

"What?" Alex looked startled.

"Strip. There's no need to put on a show, I'd just like you naked. I'm sure Trina would appreciate it as well." Alex started to protest, but Ms. Delaney clicked a button on the little black rectangle, and both the students jumped as it suddenly crackled with white-hot electricity at the end of it. She was holding a fucking taser. "Go on," she ordered. "We wouldn't want this near your precious little doll, would we?"

Alex's hands were shaking rather noticeably, but he did as told anyway. Trina could only stare as he reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned body that he clearly spent lots of time on. Who knew he was a gym rat? He stood up from his desk to tug off his jeans, and the sight of his masculine hands undoing his belt was enough to make Trina’s pussy drip. Alex stood there in his black boxers, his head hung sheepishly as he glanced at Ms. Delaney – she nodded towards him encouragingly, and he sighed, slowly peeling off those as well. His cock sprung up into view, hard for the attention in spite of the pain he’d endured so far, and it was… underwhelming.

“What – that’s it?” Trina said without thinking, immediately blushing and covering her mouth with one hand when she realized she’d just spoken aloud. She was justified, though. Alex’s dick was only maybe five or six inches long, and not very thick. Pretty average for an eighteen-year-old, sure, but Trina couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

Alex blushed at her reaction, but Ms. Delaney laughed. “Get used to it, Trina. Not a lot of men *actually* have very impressive dicks. Most of them hardly deserve to even use what they’ve got.” She pressed the tip of her taser against the cloth form of Alex’s cock, grinning mischievously. “On your knees, boy. Trina, take your pants off for him." The students did as told, and Ms. Delaney laughed softly. "Trina, have you ever had your cunt licked before?"

"N-no, ma'am."

"Hm. Nothing to compare him to, then. That's alright. Alex, go on. Put your tongue to use."

Alex sat up a little, trying to protest the absolute humiliation of being stripped like this and used for sex. If he was honest with himself, he didn't even believe in going down on women, seeing it as an unsanitary waste of time. But the moment he sat up, Ms. Delaney clicked the taser on, and Alex screamed as he collapsed, white-hot electricity slamming through his body and rattling him to the very core. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and his body shook all over as he felt the nerves frying within his dick and balls.

For a moment, he just laid there, with both women giggling at his pain. He could still feel the current crawling under his skin, and his dick hurt so bad that he felt dizzy, but he didn't want to give them a reason to worsen his agony, so he forced himself to rise to his hands and knees, crawling towards Trina. She spread her legs for him, and though he didn't enjoy eating pussy, he had to admit that hers was fairly attractive. The pretty pink folds looked like rose petals, beckoning him closer. Though his dick had shrunk quickly when his teacher had shocked him, it was slowly getting harder again as he imagined himself fucking that perfect pussy hard and fast. But that wasn't his job right now - with one last look at Ms. Delaney, who gave him an encouraging tilt of her head, he stretched forward and planted his tongue flat against Trina's already dripping hole, licking a wide stripe up to her clit.

Trina moaned at the contact, and Alex rolled his eyes at her without thinking. "Ms. Delaney!" she called immediately. "He doesn't look very happy about this."

As soon as she'd finished speaking, Alex let out another scream as another bolt of lightning struck his cock. This time, though it didn't cripple him immediately, the pain refused to ebb. His dick was throbbing now, and he was unsure whether it was with arousal or agony, but it kept him rock hard regardless. His limbs seized up tight, and he fell from his hands to his elbows. For a moment, he let himself swim in the pain, praying it would fade soon.

His eyes flew open when something cold and hard nudged right up against his asshole.

Blinking through the pain, he whipped his head around to see what had touched him. Ms. Delaney had made her way to the desk just beside Trina's, sitting down in the rickety little desk chair and crossing one leg over the other. The tip of her left shoe was pressed between his cheeks, teasing his puckered virgin asshole. "Get off!" he said quickly, instinctively lunging forward to escape her. Her shoe followed him, and his attempt only landed him face-first between Trina's thighs, effectively trapping him between the two women.

"Don't be such a little bitch," Ms. Delaney scoffed. "You're going to lick her pussy, and you're going to at least *pretend* you like it." She reached up to undo her loose bun, letting her soft ginger locks fall in a curtain around her face and shoulders. "Keep being a little shit, and I'll have to see just how far I can get my shoe up your ass."

"No," Alex breathed as he freed his face from the triangle between Trina's thighs, "please..."

"Quiet," Trina ordered, reaching forward to grab a handful of his hair and shove his head back into place.

"Tell me if he gives you any attitude again, Trina." Ms. Delaney leaned back luxuriously, smiling to herself as she spread her legs and let her hand glide between her own thighs. "I bet I could get my shoe in up to the heel, at least!"

Alex had no choice. With the tip of his teacher's heel threatening to penetrate his ass, he pressed his tongue forward again and let it drag over Trina's folds. He'd never felt so humiliated, but something about the shame was keeping his small cock hard and throbbing. He closed his eyes as he pushed his tongue deep into Trina's hole, fucking in and out of her for a few moments before his lips latched around her clit. He sucked gently, flicking at the nub between his lips as he did, and he couldn't stop the little moan that left his throat as he felt Ms. Delaney push her heel a little deeper against his asshole.

Meanwhile, behind him, Ms. Delaney was two fingers deep in her own wet cunt. She'd unbuttoned her blouse to free her shapely tits, her pink nipples standing up proud and horny. Her panties had been pushed carelessly to the side, revealing a delicious pink pussy that was already coating her fingers in thick, clear cum. She had angled herself so that she could keep her legs spread while still keeping her foot right between Alex's ass cheeks, the other foot rested on the voodoo-doll. She'd pulled that foot from its shoe, rolling her bare sole over the doll once in a while, just to make him squirm. The sight of Alex on his hands and knees, and Trina being pleasured by such a meager little man, was endlessly arousing.

Trina had her head tipped back in pleasure, her mind reeling with the current circumstances. She'd been crushing on this boy for a *while* now, and now he was right between her thighs, tongue-fucking her as if his life depended on it. Fuck it, maybe his life *did* depend on it - his manhood did, anyway. She found herself grinding against his face, her hands tangling in his hair as she bucked against his tongue. She was nowhere near close to cumming, but it felt incredible nonetheless, and she was lost in the absolute bliss. The little spell had finally given her exactly what she wanted.

Alex hated himself for where he'd let himself end up, and he hated that he was getting close himself. Unconsciously, one hand moved to his dick to stroke it. Immediately, he choked on a mouthful of Trina's juices as he gasped, agony shooting through his entire body as Ms. Delaney stomped hard on his voodoo-doll. The sudden shock made him push back against her heel, stretching his ass open a little more, and he felt tears welling up at the corners of his eyes again as his stomach churned. "Who said you could jerk off?" the older woman growled.

But it was too late. Alex's cock jerked a little, and he kept his head bowed, letting Trina and the teacher watch as his tip spilled a small, pathetic load all over the floor.

For a moment, they let him sit there in shame, his head low and his body trembling. A thin line of drool was pouring from between his parted lips, and his eyes were shut tight. He was terrified of what these girls would do to him for breaking their apparent rules. Finally starting to understand what his place here was, he only wanted to behave for them, and he knew they were going to punish him for cumming without permission. He could hear them whispering to each other, but the words were all a blur. 

As expected, Ms. Delaney suddenly pulled her foot away from his ass and stood up, shoving him roughly by the shoulder so that he fell onto his back. He was barely allowed to take a breath before Trina suddenly dropped to the floor with him, straddling his face. Suddenly he was suffocated under her pussy, his short cock standing up hard again as she sat on his now-eager tongue. At the same time, Ms. Delaney sat back down and put her foot up against his balls, squeezing the voodoo-doll as she pressed hard on his precious sack. "Trina," she said, "there's no way I could rupture those stupid eggs with *just* this spell, could I?"

"N-no, ma'am," Trina gasped as she gently fucked Alex's face.

"Hmph," the teacher growled. "I guess I'll need to break them myself, then." 

Alex tried to protest, but he was completely smothered. Ms. Delaney drew her foot away, then suddenly kicked him as hard as she could. His balls couldn't escape in time, squishing and quivering under her shoe before splitting to either side of the base of his cock. He screamed, but the noise was muffled under Trina's thick thighs and wet pussy, and he only sputtered as her cum dribbled into his throat.

"Men who cum so irresponsibly don't need their balls," Ms. Delaney growled with a smile, another kick landing right against his right nut. He felt it try to shrink back into his body, but it slid to the side again at the last moment, instead squishing against his pelvis in a way that made him groan under Trina's oozing cunt. 

The younger woman didn't stop grinding on his face, instead reaching down with one hand to grip her new toy by his hair again to use as leverage. The other hand moved down behind her to grab his balls at the very base, keeping them in place for more punishment. "Get him, Ms. Delaney!" he heard her say excitedly, breathless. "Make him wish he'd never been born with these!"

"Good girl, Trina!" Ms. Delaney answered happily, landing another kick against Alex's balls. This time, they had nowhere to go, trapped in place by Trina's hand, and as his teacher hit him with another rough kick before he'd had time to recover, the worst agony he'd ever felt suddenly surged through every vein. His right nut turned to mush under the woman's heel, feeling gritty and loose as the skin of his sack collapsed around the sudden emptiness. Alex tried to scream, but Trina pushed her cunt harder against his face, leaning forward a little so that her slightly-pudgy tummy covered his nose. He was completely suffocated, doomed to lay there and writhe fruitlessly under the torture.

"Get the other one," Trina encouraged, rearranging so that she could sit with her ass in his face. Alex's eyes were watering now, his throat sore from attempting to scream, but Trina's ass smothered him before he could plead for the life of his other testicle. "We need to make sure he can never cum without permission again."

"You're learning fast," Ms. Delaney purred. "I think we can break this other one and turn him into a purebred pussy-eater, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but... um... I don't think he's awake."

She was right - in the whirlwind of agony, Alex had lost consciousness. He was still breathing, but the pain and smothering had been too much for him, and he'd passed out at some point without either of the ladies noticing.

Ms. Delaney stepped closer to inspect him as Trina lifted herself off of his face a little, and huffed softly. "Yep, he's out. That's alright - toys don't need to be awake for us to smash the other one. Stand up, honey." Trina did as told, rising from her knees and trading places with Ms. Delaney. The older woman didn't seem to care that he was unconscious, smothering Alex with her thick ass anyway. If he woke up, it would be under utter suffocation. Trina wandered over to stand between Alex's legs, her eyes locked on the half-deflated sack between his thighs. "See that?" Ms. Delaney said, noticing where Trina's gaze was fixed. "Grab him. Feel what a ruptured nut is like."

Trina nodded, crouching down to grab at the loose skin. It was grainy and hot, pulsing with redness, the sack swelling as it responded to the pain of a real burst testicle. It fascinated Trina, turned her on more than she'd expected, and she was suddenly very excited to break the other one.

"I want you to step on the other one, as hard as you can. Give it a good few stomps, then put all your weight on it, as much as possible, okay?" Ms. Delaney grinned viciously. "We're going to train him to be a proper little slut."

Trina nodded, standing back up again and raising her foot to stomp on Alex's remaining ball as Ms. Delaney grabbed the little lump and held it in place.

The first stomp nearly jolted Alex out of his forced slumber. His body jerked, his limbs shaking like he'd been electrocuted again, but he fell still again almost immediately. The second one successfully awakened him, and his muscles tensed as he tried to sit up, only to realize he was crushed under his teacher's bare ass. She only smiled and nodded to Trina, who giggled and slammed her foot down again, then again, delighting in her crush's muffled screams. His ball squished under her foot with each rough stomp, but never burst - it would flatten, then rise again, each time looking a little redder and more swollen. Alex's limbs twitched each time, but he stayed where he was, knowing that struggling would only serve for more punishment - and if losing his balls was the punishment for an accidental cumshot, he didn't want to know what else he was meant to endure. His knees jerked up and his arms flailed, his stomach turning over inside as he sat through his torture, but the girls didn't let up.

Finally, Trina brought her foot down for one last stomp, this time refusing to lift her foot. She pressed harder and harder, putting as much of her weight as she could onto that one foot, smushing it down like she was putting out a cigarette. Alex's nut felt spongy and weirdly firm, but not for long. The young man was screaming under Ms. Delaney's ass and pussy, and both women seemed to take an intense erotic pleasure in his anguish. Another moment, and for all three of them, the world seemed to slow down for just a moment.

Ms. Delaney bucked her hips against Alex's face as she felt herself cumming, spurred on by the sound of his pain and the wonderful bursting of his poor little eggs. She found herself sitting back so that she could smother him entirely while she rubbed her clit furiously, the ecstasy of climax rushing through her veins like the hottest of wildfires.

Trina's heart was racing, her mouth watering and her pussy dripping as she watched Alex's ball give way under her toes. The sponginess turned to the same grit left on the right side of his sack. It didn't explode, like she'd expected - rather, she felt the testicle itself deflate underneath her, and she gasped excitedly as she realized just how much she loved this.

Meanwhile, Alex could only scream as his body twisted and jerked under his teacher's weight. He almost missed the voodoo-doll; anything would be better than this. On top of the sheer pain of his nuts being crushed, he could feel his soul dying as he realized he'd lost both of his nuts due to being a disobedient little cunt. If only he'd kept himself from jerking off. Maybe then he'd still have his nuts.

But then, did he deserve that much?

As Trina and Ms. Delaney both let him go, allowing him to gasp for air as tears spilled from his eyes and his limp cock twitched, he realized that he didn't truly believe he deserved the balls he'd just lost. He'd broken the rules, after all. He could hear the girls talking about how he'd have no choice but to obey them now. Ms. Delaney was thanking Trina for the new pussy-eating pet. Alex could feel the agony lighting every cell in his body on fire, and as his consciousness began to fade again, he decided that "pussy-eating pet" didn't sound so bad after all.