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Unlike most victims, Agent knew exactly where and why he was tied up. The golden hamster had all four of his limbs spread wide. Thick ropes bound him from his fleshy rodent hands and feet keeping him spread eagle on the dungeon floor. He couldn't cry for help if he wanted to as his cheeks and mouth were stuffed with stinking socks, held in place with another rope that went around his head. His nudity made him helpless, vulnerable, and very very horny. His hamster cock was already at fall mast, leaking pre onto his lighter cream belly, while his large balls free from any obstructions, sagged on the cold concrete floor.

Agent tried to test his bounds again but they didn't even offer the slightest bit of slack. He couldn't move his limbs or even twist and turn. The ropework was far too sturdy. It had to be given how long he laid for to be bound. The only freedom he had was his head though he was still unable to crane his head to see the rest of his body. Or so it would've been if it weren't for a massive mirror that was over him, showing the pudgy hamster every part of his body, and whatever was going to happen to it.

And every bit was going to be shown or recorded. Agent turned his head towards his right side, seeing a video camera that would be recording everything in 4K glory. They were a few of them, all at different angles to capture the special event. The microphones as well were high quality, making sure that every minute sound would be audible. The whole set-up was a very expensive affair but was worth it for a once in a lifetime event.

Something the hamster couldn't believe was even happening. The mere thought spurred him to spurt another bead of pre. He tried to bring his hand to his cock but all it did was remind him how sore his wrists were and how needy his cock was. Hell, a few strokes should probably be enough to send him over the edge but Agent knew that if he came now, the desire would disappear completely. He wasn't going to let his birthday wish go to waste. He was going to get that glorious ball stomping. A stomping from the very same boots that were walking towards the hamster.

Agent turned his head to the other side and there they were. A pair of massive engineer boots that towered as high as the hamster could see. The red leather was well worn but also well taken care of and being so close to them, the hamster could smell the muskiness and oils of the conditioned leather.

But the hamster wasn't a bootblack like the other subs who worshipped and tended to the symbol of dominance. No, he was far more interested in what was at the bottom of the boots. He could see the rugged, thick black treads of the boots meant to get as much grip and traction as possible. His eyes went down the sides of the boots to the thing he truly wanted. A multi-layered mass of rubber and leather formed a heel thicker than his grip. The mere sight made the hamster leak a fresh load of pre down his twitching cock. The boots were something truly heavy-duty, though the hamster could get a whiff of fresh rubber. Did he resole the boots for this occasion? It would make sense he would, after all, Bing would pull all the stops for this event.

Bing. Bing the binturong, Bing the brutal, Bing the bastard who tied him up so tightly the hamster's limbs were getting too sore. He was dressed differently from the usual too. Gone was his trademark jacket and turtleneck, only black leather pants and apron that showed off most of his burly frame. About time he came over.

"Hmn, nhh'rm lhtm!"

Before the hamster even realised, he found himself looking at himself in the red mirrored lenses of the sunglasses that Bing perpetually wore. The reflected image of him gagged with Bing's socks was humiliating yet so stimulating.

"Sorry ham," Bing spoke, his voice clear and authoritative with a hint of sadistic amusement. "I was just getting ready"

The hamster tried to move away from the matching red gauntlets the binturong wore over his hands but without any effort, Bing grabbed Agent's head fur and forcibly made the hamster look at him as Bing inched closer. The hamster froze as a cold shiver went down his spine. He may be enjoying the rough treatment but his instincts still made him scared. Bing's white, sharp teeth came closer and closer. The hamster could feel bits of Bing's whiskers brushing on his face and the heat of breath coming out of that gleeful smile. And the smell too. The socks might be musky but it was nothing compared to the actual wearer of them. The binturong's body odour exuded dominance, a perfume of leather, spicy musk and cigars. Scents though weren't too big of a fetish for the hamster, the lack of anything stimulating caused his dick to falter.

"HM'm hhrnn!" The hamster tried to speak, nodding down at his softening cock.

There was a chuckle and then a tight grab of the hamster's cock causing him to moan out. The rough leather squeezed on his shaft more and more, almost crushing it with his grip. The hamster's eyes rolled back, lost in the painful pleasure. It was far better than any masturbation or even sex. The cock itself hardened in the grip, blood flow fighting against the grip. Pre leaked out more as his balls squirmed with lust. Forget the cock, it was the balls that matter.

"Bhllf! Bhllf! Bhllf!" Agent tried to scream out, trying to hump Bing's hands not as a way to cum, but as a way to get his hands on his balls.

"Goodness, so needy!" Bing laughed out, letting go of the cock. The hamster couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. Again, his body desired something else than what his mind wanted.

"Mmmmmpph!" Agent moaned as the thick fingers went over his tender, hot flesh. Just a mere brushing, a mere touch made the hamster leak more. If only Bing would grip them.

"Mfff!"

Bing's fingers unceremoniously left, leaving him denied. The hamster groaned more and glared at Bing.

"Whn!"

"Well ham, I figured that your balls want these more."

"Hmmph!"

Without warning, one of Bing's boots stomped on the hamster's chest, knocking the wind out of him. The hamster twisted his head, vision going dizzy, yet his cock still twitched and his balls grew heavier.

"Fhgg!"

Agent threw his head back, staring at the mirror on the ceiling. He saw Bing was standing up, one leg right on his chest.

"This is what you want!?" Bing roared at the hamster. His sadistic smile never left. But there was something, unhinged. As if the binturong lost his composure.

Agent shook with fear, it was really going to happen and as much as he wanted to scream no, yell out the safe word, he found himself nodding enthusiastically.

"Hahaha, how pathetic!"

Bing lifted his foot off, the hamster immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air. His head was still spinning and tears began to form but his cock and balls only throbbed with need.

"Plmhfm!"

Bing exaggeratedly brought his ear to the hamster, holding a hand next to it to hear louder.

"What did you say?"

"Plmhfm!"

"Please what?"

Something held the hamster back from saying the words. Perhaps the rational mind knew fully well what was going to happen. There would be no turning back, no safeword, no stopping it. Yet it was those thoughts that pushed the hamster over the edge.

"Plmhfm fthmp mn bhllf!"

Bing's only reply was a sly smile as he walked in between the hamster's outstretched legs, right in front of his perfectly vulnerable junk. The hamster tried to see as much as he could what was going to happen but he could see nothing still, resorting to looking at the mirror above him.

And just as he did, he felt the cold rubber thread touch his jewels.

"MMmmmmmmm!" He moaned loudly.

There was little in the way of sensation, but the action, the anticipation was nothing short of divine. Even more so when the binturong slowly applied pressure to the toe. The pressure, the pain, formed a twist in the hamster's stomach. A lump formed in his chest as the hamster cried out through the gag. Yet the pain was pure pleasure. He wanted more! He needed more!

His desire was fulfilled as Bing lifted his heel, putting more of his weight on the toe and therefore his balls. Balls that were trying to squeeze out of the way of the boots but were constrained by the reddening sack. The toe was wide, wide enough to cover both testicles. There was no escape for pained orbs, yet why would Agent want it? The pain seemed to plateau, and so did the pleasure, but the hamster could feel the pressure applied more and more. It was a sensation that made his stomach sick and eyes wet but the hamster knew it was only the start.

Finally, Bing lifted his boot off, leaving a pair of sore and aching balls. The hamster breathed, slowly trying to gain composure now that the pain was replaced with a body shaking ache. Despite the amount of force Bing applied to them, they still looked perfectly alright, albeit red.

"Can you believe it?" Bing spoke in a singsong tone "24 years on this earth, shame these virile, youthful things are going to go!"

Agent saw white, slowly fading back to the mirror. A kick to the balls, making him heave and gag. It made him shoot out another spurt of pre too, onto the red boots which the binturong dried off using his bruised balls. The hamster could see that the red was turning a sickly purple. The pain, the soreness, the aching made him moan and groan. That small part in his head screamed at him to say the safeword. Even through the gag, Bing would hear it and would stop it, right? Agent didn't want it to stop, he wanted more! And so kept his mouth shut, except for the groaning moans.

"Lets say..."

What, what could come next?

"24 ball stompings, one for each year for your birthday?"

Oh fuck.

"1!"

Pain. Pain, whiteness and shuddering. The hamster couldn't even mentally prepare for it. He didn't feel the initial impact. Only the lingering, dull pain from it. His body trembled after being still from the hit, and so did his balls. The lasting pain was extreme but so was the pleasure. It was like the afterglow of an orgasm.

"2!"

It was more, somehow it was more! The pain was sharper, more pronounced. It didn't ache, it shot through his body.

"3!"

Tears flowed from the hamster's wide-open blue eyes, gaping at the scene on the mirror above. It was too much pain, too much pleasure. He couldn't take it. It had to stop!

"Hprnght..."

The hamster tried to mutter out the safeword but as he agreed before, the safeword was null.

"4!"

Bing didn't listen. Bing wouldn't listen. Bing stomped on his balls with the heel of his boot, exactly as the hamster wanted. Through the pain and dizzying vision, he saw, he knew Bing was holding off. Each stomp was going to be more powerful than the last.

"5!.. 6!.. 7!.."

The stomps were like the pulses of an orgasm. No, it was far better! The ache between each stomp, an afterglow.

"8!.. 9!.. 10!.."

His body no longer trembled or shook, instead, he was as still as stone. Frozen by the agony, suffering and enjoying every bit.

"11!"

He felt something spurt out. He tried to look, seeing his balls slowly losing shape. A pool of cum was on his belly, and in it was blood. He came, he came without even realising it.

"12!"

He didn't need to cum, cumming was... nothing compared to this. He wouldn't be able to cum ever again, his balls, they were going to be destroyed. Gone. Forever.

"13!"

Please stop.

"14!"

Please don't stop.

"15!.. "

Agent's eyes rolled back into his head, blinded by the testicular trauma. Each stomp an assault on his consciousness. The line between pain and pleasure was not just blurred, but gone. The body, the mind can't take this much. He was losing it, he was going to lose it.

"Oh no you don't!"

Suddenly the hamster was thrust back into consciousness again. His breathing deepened, he became more aware of his surroundings and senses. Senses that Agent passed feeling for a moment. He looked down, seeing a needle in his chest. Adrenaline. Bing was going to make him suffer/enjoy all of it.

"Can't have you blacking out on me." The bastard said, pulling the needle out before preparing another stomp.

"16!"

Fuck you.

"17!"

Thank you.

"18!"

Almost there, almost to the end. The hamster was far beyond the point of return. His mind is shattered, his balls, slowly losing their form.

"19!"

White-hot stinging, dull aches, sharp pains. All thrashed what was left of the hamster's mind. His eyes, vacant and dull, staring at the bloodied pulp that was once his prized possession. Even so, he could still feel them, feel them resisting to be destroyed, still in shape.

"20!"

They were going to give way soon. Just like him. Nothing was going to stop it. The structure was breaking.

"21!"

Maybe they can be healed, still saved. Maybe there's enough time to get to the hospital.

"22!"

Fuck, they're going. Fuck, fuck, please no!

"23!"

It was a squelch and spurt. The hamster shot the last of his cum, now more red than white. As if his body reacted to preserve the very last of his seed. The squelch, the sickening, stimulating squelch was the testicles finally giving way. Cracking, breaking under the heel of the binturong.

"And one last one. 24!"

It might as well not have happened, there was nothing left. What was once his beloved hamster balls were now, gore. A red mess of flesh, blood and cum. There was no more feeling. No more pleasure nor pain. Just an inky abyss swallowing Agent's consciousness whole. Staring at the last image before he finally blacks out. His balls flattened and destroyed, just as he wished for his birthday.