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Ruthie moaned loudly and desperately into the ball gag crammed in her mouth. The green and white herm horse was chained spread-eagle to the concrete floor of the basement, where her mistress had been inflicting various kinds of torments upon her for over an hour now. Gagged and blindfolded, Ruthie had no idea where in the darkness her mistress was or what was coming next.

She had something of an idea, though. Mistress had spent the better part of an hour teasing and edging Ruthie, giving extra care to her cock and balls, while forbidding her to cum. Mistress was an expert at knowing when to back off, keeping her tied submissive in desperate need of relief. Ruthie's equine cock throbbed against her stomach, fully erect both from her need to cum and the cock ring that Mistress had placed on it. Ruthie's belly was slick with her own precum, drooling out slowly.

Her balls had been tied with rope, just enough to make them bulge against her scrotum. While she couldn't see them, Ruthie knew by feel and experience that her cock and balls would have turned a deep, almost purple, shade of red by now.

The other reason for their redness was the riding crop that Mistress brought down on Ruthie's tied balls yet again, making the herm moan into her gag again. She thrashed against her chains from the impact, trying to escape but getting nowhere. The cold of the concrete seeped into her back and her balls, which were also resting on the floor, and contrasted sharply with the hot sting where the crop had connected.

Mistress gave Ruthie's balls another two hits with the riding crop and then stopped, frowning down at the squirming herm horse. Mistress was bay colored, red-brown with black on her forearms and shins. She had small breasts but wide hips and a large ass. She knew Ruthie had been close to cumming for quite some time now, her arousal obvious.

"I thought you were going to be a good pony," she growled at Ruthie, flexing the riding crop between her hands. "I treated you so well, made you feel so good, and you can't even do one thing for me."

She stepped close and leaned over Ruthie. "I just want to beat the cum out of your balls. Is that so hard? I did everything you like, now do this for me."

Ruthie tried to protest against her gag, but couldn't speak. She wanted so much to be a good horsie for Mistress! The teasing and edging had felt so good! But for some reason she just couldn't reach her climax, even though she repeatedly felt like she was about to cum.

She had eagerly agreed to Mistress's idea for some ballbusting. The herm had always been proud of her large testicles and the virility they implied. She supposed it was also due to the fact that unlike some herms, she did not have female reproductive organs, only male ones. That was why she had been shocked to discover her own fetish for having them beaten and squeezed. She loved the vulnerability and humiliation that came with it, an unexpected bonus to her sexually submissive nature.. So why was she having such a hard time right now?

Ruthie tried to make her case through the red ballgag in her mouth, but Mistress ignored her and turned her attention to Ruthie's tits. They were on the larger size, especially larger than Mistress's own small set. Mistress gave each of Ruthie's breasts a series of slaps with the crop, focusing around her sensitive nipples. Ruthie wasn't prepared for the change of target, wincing and writhing on the cold floor, her breasts jiggling but unable to avoid the painful strokes.

Mistress changed tactics again, shifting focus back to Ruthie's cock and balls. She whipped the underside of the herm's swollen purple cock and then gave each tied ball a sharp, heavy smack. Ruthie screamed against her gag as her balls were trapped between the force of the riding crop and the concrete floor they rested on.

Mistress stopped the beating for a moment, giving Ruthie a much-needed reprieve from the assault on her genitals. It hurt so much, but it hurt so good. She winced in her chains, waiting for the next blow that never came. What was Mistress doing out there?

Her Mistress had gotten an idea, one that could finally push her submissive partner over the edge. After a moment, she noisily threw down the riding crop and let it clatter near Ruthie's head. "That's it," she said, trying to sound as fed up as she could. "If you won't give your cum to me on command, I guess you don't need your balls, do you?"

It took Ruthie a moment to process that sentence as the words worked their way through her arousal and frustration. Don't need them? Of course she needed them! Mistress knew how much Ruthie wanted to be a parent; it was one of the most important things she wanted out of life. It weighed heavily on her that, despite outwardly appearing female, she could never become pregnant herself, she could only get someone pregnant.

Even more confusing to her, Mistress had said repeatedly that she wanted to have a baby with Ruthie someday. Did she not mean it anymore?

Ruthie could hear Mistress clopping towards her and stopping between her legs. A moment later she felt the rough, hard hoof of her Mistress against her balls, pressing them firmly down onto the concrete floor. Not enough to be painful, but enough to make her intentions known.

In Ruthie's right hand, she held a small brass bell that she was supposed to ring as her safeword. The moment Mistress made contact with her balls, however, she felt an immediate sense of panic as her sweat turned cold and her heart began to race, all thoughts of the bell gone from her mind. She tried to thrash against her chains, but stopped quickly as the rough hoof of her Mistress pressed against her balls.

"It would be a shame. You have such nice, big balls," Mistress said, rolling them beneath her hoof. "I'll be they're just full of cum. That cock of yours isn't bad, either. Maybe I'll take that, too."

Ruthie's heart hammered in her chest. How could Mistress say that? She couldn't be a eunuch, she just couldn't. She would never have a family that way, never reproduce. She had never felt as humiliated, exposed, and vulnerable as she did right now. Her cock swelled even larger, oozing precum onto her already slick fur.

"You really like that, don't you?" Mistress asked, watching Ruthie's cock leak. "I'll bet you regret all those orgasms you wasted jerking off. All that fertile cum, gone to waste. Maybe I'll tighten the rope around your balls and let them fall off."

Ruthie felt sick with rising panic. Mistress was right; Ruthie's mind played back her most recent masturbation sessions and how empty they felt in retrospect. She felt the weight of lost opportunities, a future about to be gone. She protested loudly but unintelligibly against her gag, her head thrashing back and forth.

Mistress started to press her hoof down on Ruthie's balls, firmly and increasing the pressure. Ruthie's balls felt like they were starting to distend against the rough floor. It was rapidly becoming more than the herm horse could bear. Her cock was harder than she had ever felt it before, standing upright and twitching erratically.

"Or maybe," Mistress cooed, "I'll just grind your balls into a paste right here on the floor."

At this, Ruthie's mind raced with fear and emotion. No, no no, she thought, I was good, I was good for you, please, please no.

She screamed in terror against her gag.

Don't destroy my balls, don't take our future baby away from me, no no no no NOOOOO!!

Still screaming, Ruthie jerked her hips violently, a massive spray of cum erupting from her cock as she finally came. Spurt after spurt of horse cum coated her own face and tits, her cock straining against the cock ring. It was more than she had ever cum before in her life. Her orgasm slowing, cum drooled out onto her stomach, joining the slick mess already matting her fur down.

Her mind began to clear and her breathing began to slow. She realized something was wrong, though. Mistress hadn't moved; her hoof was still pressing firmly against Ruthie's balls.

Mistress snorted down at Ruthie. "I guess that's my answer. You want to be a gelding after all."

This is it, Ruthie thought. _She's going to do it and I can't stop her._She knew that this was the last time she would ever have fertile cum, and she had blown it all over her own face and tits, wasting it completely. Her face burned red with unimaginable shame and regret.

Mistress began to slowly press her hoof down, the herm's tied balls already purple and swollen now appearing to flatten as they were squished against the concrete floor.

In her body's last desperate attempt to reproduce, Ruthie's cock spasmed again, a thin, weak jet of cum shooting out onto her stomach, every bit of sperm she had left inside her.

Ruthie tried to brace herself for the inevitable searing pain of her balls being crushed as the pressure continued to increase.

The pressure built, held steady, and then released a moment later.

It took Ruthie a few moments to notice that she didn't feel the pressure on her balls anymore. Were they gone? Had it somehow not hurt like she had expected?

Mistress had, in fact, stopped stepping on her tied ballsack, and was in the process of untying Ruthie's cock and balls. Ruthie gasped in pain as blood flow resumed to her genitals. She thought she could still feel her balls, intact, against the cold hard floor.

Ruthie began to make relieved noises into her gag until she heard the clop of Mistress's hooves walking towards her head, stopping with her hooves straddling Ruthie's head.

"You disgust me," Mistress said after a looking down at Ruthie's cum-covered face for a minute. With that, she began to empty her bladder onto Ruthie, peeing on the herm's sizable tits and also spashing some onto her face.

When she was done, she turned without a word and clopped noisily up the basement stairs, leaving Ruthie alone.

Ruthie shivered in her chains, the mix of cum and urine on her fur and skin rapidly turning cold and sticky, the strong stench of it filling her nostrils with every breath. Her limbs and back ached, and her cock and balls were in agony over the rough beating and treatment they had received.

She started to sob into her gag, both in relief of having her balls still intact, and her shame and humiliation in how much the thought of losing them had turned her on.

An hour later Abby (as Mistress was known outside of their sexual games) sat reclined against the headboard of their bed, cradling Ruthie in her arms and slowly caressing her hair and face. She had returned to the basement a few minutes after her initial departure, unchaining Ruthie from the floor and making sure no real damage had been done. She had brought the herm upstairs to the bathroom and washed the cum, urine, and sweat from her. Ruthie had her face nuzzled into Abby's chest, embracing the bay mare and straddling her legs.

"I'm sorry if I went too far," Abby murmured into Ruthie's ear. "How come you didn't use your safety bell?"

Ruthie inhaled and exhaled slowly, enjoying the soft feel of Abby's small breasts against her face. "I just got too caught up in the moment. I forgot I even had it. It felt like you were really going to do it."

"Oh, sweetie," Abby replied, pulling Ruthie closer. "You know I would never do anything to really hurt you, right? This is all just for play."

"I do know that, and I think deep down I didn't forget that, either." She gathered her thoughts for a moment. "It was really exciting, though. I'm surprised at how much I liked it in the end."

"What did you like?" Abby asked. "The thought of losing those nice big balls you have?"

Ruthie flushed with embarrassment as her cock immediately swelled to nearly erect, jabbing Abby in the leg.

Abby giggled. "So long as it stays just a fantasy. Besides, you still need to make me a mother someday."