The Missadventures of The Hero - A Naughty Deal

It’s been seven days since I suffered that humiliating defeat from that busty thief. I’ve been torn ever since. Every night I have rubbed my member to the thought of her heaving breasts. But I have also been haunted by the pain wrought by her boot and knee.

I tracked her down to another town, a tournament was being held. The sign out front read *Who is the Strongest? Tournament of Champions!* At the bottom it listed the reward for the winner, 5 gold pieces. I knew she couldn’t pass up robbing the winner of the tournament blind. Poor fool had no idea what was coming for him.

As I toured the town, I noticed all of the villagers were already gone, there was a fight in full swing at the arena. My heart skipped a beat, maybe I could catch her before she ambushed the winner? I entered the arena, and my jaw dropped.

The Rogue, that dirty-fighting wench, was in the battlegrounds, dueling a man three times her size. His arms were like a bears, his legs were the size of my torso. He was more of a troll than a man! Their battle was already in motion, he was chasing after her, swinging his fists like an animal. And she danced around him.

“She always wins,” One of the village girls said to a village boy, who shook his head furiously, “it just takes one hit.”

“Not this time!” The boy shouted, “Steel Fist has this!”

It was almost a curse, when the boy said that. The giant man swung his fists across, and the Rogue disappeared in a blur. She had dropped into the splits, her ass and tits jiggled. My trousers tightened at the sight, and I groaned internally.

She loaded her arm as she dropped, and with a big smile and a triumphant shout, she slammed her fist into the big man’s balls. He squealed, crossing his knees and eyes, and tumbling over like a tree. The crowd whooped and hollered, or rather the woman in the crowd did. The men all groaned.

“Told ya,” The young girl said, and the boy groaned, “girls are better than boys.”

I scowled, leaving the two to bicker and getting a closer look. The man, Steel Fist, was sobbing in the dirt, and the Rogue patted his shoulder. I saw her lips moving, from what I could tell she said-

“I got your nuts good, didn’t I?”

I shuddered with rage, another cheap shot. It apparently didn’t matter, the announcer walked up to the duo, and called out to the crowd.

“Round 1 goes to our newcomer!” He cried out, “Steel Fist, do you wish to continue?”

The man just cried into the dirt, shaking his head.

“Very well!” The announcer exclaimed, “Your winner, by forfeiture and knockout, Hope!”

Hope, I grimaced. Now I knew her name. She bounced up and down, celebrating her victory, hypnotizing all the men and the announcer, eager to receive her reward. I left the arena, planning my next move.

*That Night*

I found the inn of the village, where I learned which room Hope was staying in. After the fight, I knew she would return to rest, so I waited in the tavern. My instincts were right, she was unmistakable in the sea of men and women.

She stumbled in, partied with all of the townsfolk and offered round after round to them all. She flirted with some men, but ended up smacking or kneeing all of them in the balls. Eventually, she retired to her room, where I followed.

She left the door open, throwing herself on the bed. I entered quietly, shutting the door.

“Remember me?” I sneered, locking the door behind her.

“Oh, so *you* were who was following me!” Hope exclaimed, jumping to her feet, her breasts bounced distractingly, “man, you’re persistent aren’t you? Haven’t had enough?”

“I’m not falling for your dirty tricks,” I growled, stepping forward.

“Nothing dirty about them,” Hope said, “what do you want? I already ate that bakers bread.”

“I’m not here for the bread, you wench,” I snarled, nodding to her chest, where the pendant nestled between her bosom. “I’m here for the amulet.”

“Oh, this?” Hope poked the amulet, plunging it into her cleavage, “you want to reach for it?”

“I’m not falling for that this time,” I spat, drawing my sword, “you don’t understand. I’m on a quest to defeat the Dark Lord. That amulet is important. Give it back and I won’t hurt you, I’ll leave you to lie and cheat like you have been.”

“I don’t cheat,” Hope raises her brow, “and I don’t care about the Dark Lord. I like this necklace, and I know you like it on me. A lot of guys do. I’m not getting rid of it.”

“Do not force my hand!” I stepped forward, pointing my blade, “I do not wish to harm you, but my duty comes before you!”

“You really want to do this again?” Hope shrugged, “Did your balls not hurt enough last time?”

“You won’t get me with that again!” I shouted taking one last step forward, baring my blade. “I’ve trained with the greatest warriors of our kingdom! Men who have known battle all their life!”

“Should have trained with a few girls,” Hope said, “they would have taught you not to stand like that.”

Before I could reply, Hope brought her foot up and slammed it into the floorboard at her feet. The wooden plank was loose, and while the part her foot stomped sunk into the ground, the other end was just beneath me. Between my legs.

*CRACK!!!*

The floorboard crashed into my balls. Once again I tasted my nuts, as bile filled my mouth and tears pooled in my eyes. My strength left me, my sword clattered to the ground and I clasped my balls with both hands, trying to hold back the waves of pain that crashed into me from all sides.

“Oof,” Hope grinned, “right in the balls.”

No matter how I fought, I steadily, inevitably sank to the ground. First I dropped to my knees with a thunk, and then I fell over onto my head and shoulders. My ass was up in the air, and I started sobbing into the ground. Moaning and groaning the same phrase over and over, “my balls.”

“You okay, Mr. Hero?” Hope asked, approaching me.

I sobbed.

“Tell you what,” Hope said, sitting on my back as I wept, “I’ll make you a deal.”

I ignored her, cradling my crushed balls.

“You’ll like this, Mr. Hero,” Hope smacked my butt, “you win either way.”

I twisted my head to face her, glaring darkly through the pain.

“What is it?” I growled through gritted teeth.

“I want to keep this amulet, but I know you’re gonna keep chasing me,” Hope began, hopping off of me and laying down next to me. She rested her head on her hands and kicked her feet back and forth, her breasts hugged the ground.

“Yeah,” I grunted.

“So what if we play a game?” Hope said, “I’m going to Titfuck you, and if you last long enough I’ll give you the amulet and disappear forever.”

My eyes popped out of my skull.

“But if I make you spill your seed on my boobs, I get to keep the amulet. And you stop following me.”

“I-“ I began.

“And before you say anything,” Hope continued, “if I win and you do chase me, I’ll really crush your balls. For good.”

I gulped, the pain was overwhelming. How could it get worse?

“I can’t,” I whimpered, “I need that amulet.”

With one hand, Hope poked my chest, pushing me onto my back. I fell over, still cradling my balls.

“Are you really saying you don’t want to shove your cock between these?” Hope asked, pushing her breasts together.

I groaned, growing up, I had heard from some of the men about a Titfuck. It melted their minds. And I know that anything Hope could do, would destroy mine. I desperately fought with all the honor and discipline I had to resist her.

“Boys never last long,” Hope said, “I think the longest a man has lasted was one minute. I’ll give you half that.”

Thirty seconds, I wondered. I only needed to last thirty seconds. My eyes wondered to her chest. Despite the pain, life flowed into my cock.

“Oooo,” Hope giggled, resting a hand on my thigh, “looks like that’s a yes.”

“I-“ I gasped in shock.

She interrupted me by running her hand up my thigh and to my balls. First she squeezed them lightly, and then she ran her hand over my trousers and up my shaft. She stroked up and down slowly. I immediately started bucking and sputtering.

“Well?” Hope said, “do you want to play?”

“Hope-“ I groaned, she once again interrupted me by letting go of my member, “No! NO!”

“I can’t touch you unless you say yes, Mr. Hero,” Hope cooed, “just give up. Say you’ll fuck my tits and give me the amulet if you lose.”

I had no more strength, I had no more will power. I nodded.

“I gotta hear you say it, Mr. Hero.”

“I’ll play your game,” I said, “if I lose you can keep the amulet.”

Without warning she lifted my lower body onto her lap, tearing my trousers off of me. My cock stood at full attention.

“Somebody’s excited,” Hope beamed.

My heart was racing as I watched Hope retrieve a vial from her pouch and pour it into her cleavage. She squeezed her boobs together, raising the end of her shirt to let my cock in.

“Don’t spill too quick,” Hope warned, “I like boys who struggle.”

I inhaled sharply as she clapped my cock between her breasts. She squeezed me between her chest, and began to run her tits up and down my shaft. I moaned immediately, curling my toes and rolling my eyes behind my head. The pleasure was overwhelming, it encapsulated my entire body. And it was all just from her tits, squeezing my cock.

“Warm up is done,” Hope said, letting go, and balancing her hands on either side of me, “fuck my tits, Mr. Hero. Fuck my tits and fail your quest.”

I squeezed her tits with my own hand, her boobs spilled from my fingers. Her breasts enveloped my cock in warm, wet ecstasy. And I bucked into her tits, as hard as I could. Again and again.

Her tits bounced and Hope laughed, watching me as I squirmed between her boobs. As I moaned and whimpered with pleasure. However long I lasted, it wasn’t a minute. It wasn’t even thirty seconds.

“MY GODS!” I squealed as I exploded in Hope’s tits. They were so big, I couldn’t even see my seed.

I breathed heavily with exertion, my head empty of thought and my heart hammering in my chest.

“Good job Mr. Hero,” Hope smiled, “you just chose cumming in a girls tits over saving the world.”

I collapsed on the ground, spent and defeated. In every way.

“I get it,” Hope said, standing up, and straightening her blouse, “boys can’t help it. I don’t know why any of you are in charge.”

“You can’t take the amulet Hope,” I begged.

“We had a deal, Mr. Hero,” Hope replied.

“You can’t,” I continued breathlessly, “the Dark Lord knows about it. He’ll send assassins after you.”

“Are these assassins boys?”

“Ye-“ I gasped, shaking my head, “yes.”

“Then I think I’ll be fine,” Hope shrugged, opening her door, “go ahead and take the night here, I know you need to recover.”

I sighed, splayed out and stripped from our encounter. Drained and beaten.

“Oh and one more thing,” Hope said, skipping over to me, “just in case you think about chasing me.”

Hope brought her knee to her chest, my eyes bulged when I realized what she was going to do.

“No! Hope-“

*CRUUUUUUUUUUNCH!*

She stomped her boot onto my balls, I sat up from the pain, slamming my face into her fleshy thigh. I screamed and sobbed into her legs, as my extra sensitive balls were crushed by the ballbusting rogue.

“Sleep good Mr. Hero, hold your poor balls real tight,” Hope giggled, skipping away into the darkness.

For the rest of the night, I laid on the wooden floor in the fetal position. Cradling and crying for my busted balls.

*The Hero couldn’t reclaim the amulet! Instead he got his nuts crunched again! Will he ignore Hope’s warnings? Will he be able to finish his quest and save the world from the Dark Lord? Find out next time, on the Missadventures of The Hero!*