Part one
Veronica kicked her legs off the table. She approached Angel as he was crying on the floor, shaking and begging for mercy.
“Please, no, I give, I give! Take what you want, just leave me alone!” Angel was clutching his bruised and swollen balls. His left nut's integrity was compromised, so he was desperately protecting them from his crazy home invader.
“Baby, I already told you. I'm here for you. I've already broken you. Now I'm here to ruin you!”
Angel was curled in the fetal position, only wearing his underwear and drenched in sweat, blood and bruises. He gently kicked out as Veronica stomped over to him. She grabbed a kicking leg and held it up. He clamped his hands over his balls, shaking his head and begging.
“Not my nuts, stop going for my nuts, please!”
Veronica laughed and held his foot under his arm and grabbed the other doing the same. Both feet were hooked under her arms and then she flipped him around, bending him over. Slowly, she started to put pressure down on his spine and pulling his legs in a Boston crab.
“Ahhh! AHHH!” Angel cried out. His back getting bent as his hands kept attached to his balls.
“Haha!” Veronica cried out in pleasure, upping the pressure on Angel's spine. Bending Angel into a C as his hands desperately tried to stay clamped onto his balls. But as his spine was crushed and his feet started to get closer and closer to his head, his hands let go and they pushed against the floor to try and lessen the pressure by straightening out his back.
But once he did that, Veronica let go of a leg, raised her arm and swung her hand in a chop and cracked Angel's balls.
Angel cried out and tried to close his legs, but Veronica still held one leg and refused to let the two legs close together. She turned her hand in and grabbed Angel's balls, squeezing them tightly.
“AAAHHH! MY BALLS, LET GO, LET GOOO!”
Veronica only laughed, feeling the fleshy bags fill up her hand. She felt the weak point on his left nut and pressed her thumb deep into it.
Angel shrieked out and swung, trying to get access to his balls but Veronica just would not let him. She pressed her thumb into the weak point and felt the core start to sink in, like a caramel apple starting to collapse in on itself.
Angel violently shook and Veronica felt the left nut continue to give in and she just knew she needed a little more pressure before it totally caved in.
So, she stopped, but continued to hold his balls in her hand.
Angel cried out, somewhat relieved but crying literal tears as he reached up, out of breath. Veronica looked down at him with a smile, his face a pathetic, sniveling mess. He looked so fucking cute.
“Ahhahah… I could've cracked your nut right now. Do you know that?”
“Eiiii… ooohooo… yes, yes… but please, please, please…! Please don't!”
Veronica clenched her hand tighter around his balls and made him squirm, his leg still under her arm. He was getting dizzy. The blood was rushing to his head and the pain was making him see stars. His testicles were on fire and he could clearly feel one of them giving in. He was crying still, eyes were red and sore from all the tears.
“Agghh…! gaaaasp no, no, I want kids, I rant kids! I need my balls, I neeeed them! Aaahhh!”
“Ha! Aren't you gay?”
“N-No!? I'm not! I like girls!”
Veronica laughed, teasing the rich twink college boy.
“I know. You had a boner when you saw my tits… wanna see them again?”
Angel whined and didn't want to answer. He tried to collect his nuts but they were still out of reach. Getting crushed and his body was failing him.
“Just… please… please let me down. Please, I'm begging you…”
“Hmmm… you don't want to see my tits again?”
“No, please I just–”
Veronica started to crush Angel's balls again, making the short king twist and squirm. He was on the brink of losing his mind and manhood.
“Ah! Stop, please, please! Fuck, fuck–”
“If you don't want to see my tits… you must not want to get hard. Which means you don't need these–”
“I DO, I DO, STOP, STOP, STOP CRUSHING THEM!”
Veronica laughed loudly and smiled devilishly.
“Say goodbye to your left nut!”
Veronica found the weak spot on his left testicle again and prepped her thumb for insertion. She jammed her finger in with all her power and Angel shrieked out bloody murder as her thumb went in deep and scattered the insides of his meaty orb.
She pushed her thumb in deep, twisted it around and felt the gooey components of his testicle shift and fall apart from her intrusion. The stable organization of the testicle was totally compromised. The meaty pieces of the exoskeleton and tendons that connected things, tubes that brought liquids from place to place, were so getting blended together by Veronica's thumb.
And Angel was in too much pain to scream or move. Every shift of her thumb, every breath he took, created a new, piercing, crushing tsunami of agony. His muscles were spasming as she crushed the remnants of his left testicle. His consciousness wasn't keeping up with the pain even though his body reacted to each moment.
Veronica's sick and twisted pleasures continued. Her thumb pressed into different heavy pieces, popping and kneading them into smaller, broken pieces and she started to dig to see if she could feel his solid testicle through his broken one.
And Angel was still awake. But he was absolutely crippled by the pain. By the agony and the abuse that he felt in his testicle. And when Veronica finally let him go, his body flopped to the ground and to shook something in him. The brutal, raging pain was unlocked and his empty body started to come alive again.
He started to breathe out and he started to feel the pain crushing him. He gasped out like a fish, body staring to move again.
Angel was on his stomach and started to pull his hands towards his sack but Veronica kicked him hard between his legs before he could protect himself.
The impact created a nuclear fusion of damage; the building pain from before that started to be comprehended, plus the burning white pain from this kick, all multiplied by the ruined nerves of his broken testicle.
“AaggHHGHH… AAAAAAA… AAHH*HHHH!”
His hands were clamped over his testicles, feeling his ruined testicle in his hands. He pressed his fingers in, one solid and one mushed up and it made Angel howl. The pain of feeling his crushed nut and the mental anguish of it, was all too much.
“AHhhHhH! You fucking RUINED ME! MY BALLS, MY BALLS! AHHHHHH!”
“Oh sweeetie… I only ruined one of your nuts…” Veronica coo'd and pouted at Angel. Angel couldn't look up, he was curled tight in the fetal position, sobbing and screaming at the top of his lungs. Veronica laughed and watched Angel rock and heave. The pain and screaming was making him light headed. He was heaving and had choppy breathing. He was wet with sweat and spitting all over the floor. It made Veronica rub her slit in excitement. She started to think of ruining his manhood in totality. It made her shudder and moan in anticipation. She was ready to make Angel suffer and become ruined.