The boys gathered round the campfire, enjoying the sound of its crackling and basking in its warmth.
They took their seats on logs, spearing hunks of their food, the cleaned meat of small game, and cooking it in the flames.
Laughter filled the air as they exchanged playful stories and reminisced on the earlier portion of the day.
With a nervous glance about himself, Oddie the youngest finally spoke up, interrupting the cheery atmosphere, "D-don't you guys think we're being a little too loud? I mean you've heard of the stories about these woods right? About the monsters that come out at night."
"Oh come on Oddie!" Laughed Wrolf, "The worst thing there is in these woods is a bear and they're scared of loud sounds."
Gilbran puffed up his chest a bit, "Sides' even if there was something like a goblin around here, what's one short little green fella gonna do against the four of us?"
"I just.......feel like something is watching us...." Said Oddie between nervous breaths.
"Maaaaaybe there issssssss!" Talyn said as he wiggled his fingers against the back of Oddie's neck.
"Hey come on! Knock it off."
The other three boys laughed hardily.
"Why don't we tell stories to pass the time?" Offered Wrolf, "By the end of it, you'll realize that they're all hock, just to keep us from wandering off during the night and gettin' lost."
And so they told each other all the stories about the forest they could think of, nasty little goblins making nuisances of themselves where ever they went, wyrms that blended in with the trees and whose necks would blend in with hanging vines, and of long dead ghosts coming back to seek revenge on the living!
Oddie had not been calmed in the least. If anything he was now on even more alert, every hanging green thing seemed to be a snapdragon in disguise, waiting for his guard to lower before he would find jaws digging into his throat.
Every slight sound could be the wailing of a dead widow, looking for her long lost love.
Wrolf stood up and dusted himself off, "Well, I've got to pee and then I'm going to turn in for the night!"
With that he turned away from camp and made his way into the brush.
He ventured far enough that he could still see the light of the fire but so that none of his friends would really hear him....or be able to take a peak at him!
With the coast thoroughly clear, the boy relaxed and began to make water.
A long sigh escaped him and absent-mindedly he looked at his feet.
Something looked......off.
The boy cocked his head to the side as he shook his boyhood, he was trying to place what seemed to be making him nervous.
Slowly his eyes went higher....and higher. Until he was craning his neck to look upward and his gaze met the face staring down at him.
The creature before him was some seven feet tall, and covered in coarse brown fur with its skin, that was exposed across the front of its chest and limbs was a strange, almost yellow color.
Beady black eyes stared at him from a furry face, with an ursine-like nose and long, battle-knicked ears.
The boy's stomach sank into his feet as he began to try and move backwards, stuttering out the beginning of the only word he could think of.
He knew the stories of what this creature was, goblins were one thing, but their cousins, cunning and more than two heads taller than most men, were a completely different story. He remembered the tales of strength great enough to rend limb from body."
Wrolf craned his head downward again in an attempt to block out the image of the face. When he returned his head to a resting position, he was face to face with the creatures, heavy and sagging breasts that began to waggle as the creature approached him.
It's footfall made no noise despite its behemoth height.
"B-b-bug...!"
Was all Wrolf could get out before a massive paw-like hand reached out and grabbed his boyhood with a squish!
The boy almost instantly went cross-eyed as the crushing pressure in his nuts settled in, the pain crawling up into his stomach.
Yet still no sound escaped the boy of pure fear.
With its other arm the creature grabbed one of the boys hands and lifted him high into the hair.
His feet dangled in the air, his trousers about his ankles.
The creature let go of the boys plums for a moment, and he felt that he could once again breathe.
Wrolf partly flinched as the bugbear brought him closer to its face, giving his boyhood a curious sniff.
"H-hey...." He managed weakly but if the bugbear heard him it made no indication of it.
Then the bugbear reached out its long wet tongue and dragged the slimy thing across the boys balls.
Wrolf could feel a tingle come into his cock despite the situation.
Flush came into his face and with each stroke of the creatures tongue against his soft, spongy little orbs his penis twitched with an ache.
But before he could truly enjoy himself, Wrolf's dread came back once more, redoubled, as the creature brought his testicles closer to its face and opened its maw wide.
In it's mouth were lined two rows of razor sharp, canine like fangs.
If he could've managed a scream, Wrolf would've found his voice reaching new octaves as the blade-like teeth of the bugbear sank into his scrotum.
The fangs of the creature were over an inch and a half long.
Blinding agony shot through the boy, his whole body tensing up stiff as the creatures teeth sank into his spermatic chords and directly through his teste-meat.
C R U N C H !
Once the fangs had thoroughly pierced the boys poor sack the huge goblinoid pulled its head back.
The fangs rent through the skin like shears against paper.
With one swift tear, the boys sack was ripped off his body! The exposed remaining portions of his boy pearls were speared on the she-creatures fangs.
Wrolf spasmed horribly as he was castrated, his eyes rolled up into his head and his now permanently limp cock bobbed up and down as he danced in crippling pain.
"BUGBEAR!" He screeched, finally sound coming from him again, in one last pained shriek.
The horribly shrill notes were more like a little girls than anything Wrolf had ever made before.
Then everything went dark for the boy.
Shuggra the bugbear tossed the boy to the woodland floor and ground the bits of his boyhood to paste, making sickening crunching and squelching noises, before having a hardy gulp of the stuff.
***
At once the rest of the boys stood up from their seats, the hair on their bodies standing up on end.
Oddie's eyes were saucers, he almost looked as if he would cry "Y-you guys hear that?"
There was an agonizingly long pause of silence before Gilbran started to chuckle,
"Oh yeah, that's a real good one. Wrolf's just trying to pull one over on us. I've gotta say, he had me going pretty bad there for a second."
"W-what if he's not kidding." Oddie whimpered.
Gilbran rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Oddie, did the stories really unman you that bad? Don't you have any sort of spine? Sure, a bugbear out in these woods....you can be such an idiot."
"Still," spoke Talyn, "Wrolf's been gone longer than he should've, if it's just a prank, I have the mind to beat him senseless. I think we should at least go look for him."
Gilbran could only give a half-hearted shrug, suit yourself guys but I'm not leaving this fire.
Talyn gave a curt nod and wrapped a stick in some spare cloth. He put it in the fire and in a few moments it had become a make-shift torch.
Oddie didn't want to leave Gilbran behind, he was the biggest between the three of them but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to stay by the fire.
And so the boys split up.
Talyn walked onward, waving his flaming stick like a weapon, it seemed to give him courage.
Still it looked a little ridiculous to Oddie, the weapon was taller than Talyn himself by near half a head.
The pair waded through the low brambles and the snagging branches, only a small radius of orange glow to guide them through the underbrush.
"Wrolf," Talyn called out suddenly, making the Oddie jump from shock. "Come out already!"
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" Oddie urged, scanning around him frantically now.
"Oh come on Oddie, it's going to be easier to find him if he can hear us! We'll spend the whole night looking for him in this damn forest!"
***
Gilbran heard the other two voices fade off into the treeline. A stirring in his stomach made him question if he had chosen the right choice by staying behind.
"I mean someone's gotta tend the fire," He thought to himself, "And besides when Wrolf comes walking back into camp and the other two are still out looking, It'll prove I was right all along."
He tossed a few sticks on the fire, illciting a few crackles from the flames.
Wind rustled through the leaves and the dark shapes of the tree canopy above twisted about.
"Who's there?!" Said Gilbran, suddenly feeling watched by something and very, very alone.
No answer.
A rustle in the bushes just at the edge of camp, where the other boys had wondered deep into the forest was rustling nosily.
Gilbran gathered his courage and picked up his walking stick.
"If it's some goblin...." He thought to himself, "I'll crack it on the skull! And if it's Wrolf......same treatment!"
So, the boy stalked in, stick raised threateningly with both hands and he brought it down into the bush with a mighty swish!
Nothing.
Not so much as the rustle of a hare!
Gilbran shook his head for being so childish. He couldn't believe he had started to listen to Oddie's complaining, that he thought there might be something else in the woods with them.
As he turned around the stick fell from his hands.
Between him and the firepit stood a monster, some ursine-creature that dwarfed him completely.
Around it's jaws he could make out a smattering of crimson in the fire light.
Something in the pit of his stomach made him think it was hopeless to run, but he tried it anyway.
He turned to dart away, as fast as he could manage, his heart racing in his ears.
The larger boy's back leg was snagged by a powerful paw, near the size of his head.
It unbalanced him instantly and sent him straight to the ground flat on his stomach.
He was reeling from his head hitting the dirt, only faintly did he feel the talon like claws of the other paw slash at his trousers.
There was a terrible ripping sound as the fabric was rent to shreds!
Regaining himself slightly he could suddenly feel the cool night air on his exposed and dangling boyhood.
Gilbran redoubled his effort to get away, something in his body, some biological alarm was telling him it was imperative he got away in that moment!
But when he went to crawl away, that bear paw of a hand shifted again and grasped firmly his little eggs.
A high pitched squeal escaped the chubby boy as his little balls compressed together in excruciating agony.
The crushing pressure was overwhelming to his mind, he had been hit in the jewels before but this was a new level of pain that almost caused the boy to faint at that very moment.
But the vice squeeze did not stop, in fact it only clamped down tighter and tighter.
He could feel his scrotum begin to bulge in the grip of the creature, the elastic skin trying to fit into a better shape to avoid the crush.
Desperately he thrashed his legs about, trying to dislodge the massive hand between his leg but which ultimately did nothing.
He could've sworn in that moment that his little nuts had been squished together! The pain radiated through his groin up into his stomach and finally all the way up to his racing heart.
Gilbran's little prick bobbed up and down wildly, fully erect, what little length he could muster.
It must've sensed the impending doom of its function as it lazily drooled a pool of pre-cum.
"P-please!" The boy's voice now sounded nothing like himself as if his vocal chords were also feeling the death grip of the bugbear. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he began to feel the first little rips and punctures of his ballflesh, "L-let me.......LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
S P L U R T !
As his voice crescendoed he felt his precious boy jewels get squeezed into a fine ball-paste, all their contents leaking out into his ballbag.
Then with her hand, the bugbear pulled the sack and with ease the protective boypouch was ripped from Gilbran's groin and she happily ate another ruined pair of babymakers.
The boys cock gave a few violent jerks before his whole body went still.
Shuggra looked down at the ruined male and gave a sniff, on the air was the scent of two more human boys. A dark smile crawled across her lips, the boys were a delicacy to her goblin palate and she hadn't eaten this well in a long time.
As the fire flickered, the towering goblinoid sank back into the trees of her forest dwelling in search of the remaining prey.
***
Again that night, Talyn and Oddie heard one of their friends cries echo through the dense forest thicket.
The trees themselves seemed to turn evil, hanging branches looked like pale twisted limbs, reaching out to tangle the boys up within them.
They exchanged nervous glances between each other,
"I'm getting tired of this prank." Said Talyn flatly.
Oddie just shrugged, trying to fight off the small amount of tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
The younger boy knew if he spoke up again about his own idea of the situation it was just likely to set off Talyn's temper.
"Should we go back to the camp?"
Talyn seemed to pause for a moment, then shook his head and offered no further explanation.
"If there IS something out there, I don't want to go towards it!" He thought to himself.
So the remaining pair ventured further into the forest, with little sense of direction to guide them.
Around and about they went and it wasn't long before both boys began to dread that they had gotten themselves lost, though neither of them would voice it.
Just when Oddie was about to say something, Talyn noticed something multiple yards off in the underbrush.
He pointed it out to Oddie, who had a growing sinking feeling in his stomach.
Once the braver boy got close enough, the orange glow of his homemade torch illuminated the horror at their feet.
"Oh gods!" Cried Talyn now truly horrified.
Oddie stood their in complete shock at the sight of Wrolf's body.
"W-what did this to him?!"
Now Talyn was the one crying, "I-I don't know! It got his balls Oddie! What the hells could do that!"
A crunching sound from the surrounding foliage brought a dead silence between the both of them.
The friends exchanged tearful glances at each other and scanned the perimeter of trees.
Each one could make out a pair of cold white eyes, reflecting like an animals in the faint light.
All doubts about the existence of a monster were erased in that moment and the two burst into a full sprint away from the beast.
As they ran as fast as their small legs could take them, the bugbear gave a low amused chuckle that echoed in the otherwise quiet woods.
Neither one of them looked back, they just kept going forward for as long as they could, running and running for what seemed like hours.
Finally when his body could run no more, Talyn propped his back against a large oak tree and braced himself on his knees.
He felt as if he would faint, he could feel the beating of his heart in his neck.
His pulse pounding over and over, despite his trying, he could not seem to calm himself.
Then a moment of clarity struck him, as he looked around him, he realized Oddie was nowhere to be found.
They had gotten split up in the chase.
It was almost more than the boy could handle, now he was truly alone, lost in the woods with some horrible thing.
He knew he could not keep running, the adrenaline had left him and exhaustion was setting in.
Looking behind him at the oak tree, Talyn did the only thing he could think in that moment.
He hurled his torch as far from the tree as he could and then began to climb.
Up and up he climbed, to weary to get to this highest branches but he managed to find a sturdy branch shaded by some leaves.
There he would wait.
His plan was to sit still until the sun would rise, make it back to his village and then get a party to find Oddie and Gilbran.
He was a clever boy.....but he was out of his element.
The creature hunting him had lived its whole life in the woods, its predatory senses heightened beyond human measure.
It could see in the total darkness created by the dense forest canopy and it could smell the boys fear.
Talyn could really only make our blurred shapes as it happened,
Long thick arms, like grasping snakes, grabbed at his trousers.
Icy fear gripped his stomach and he began to kick but his efforts did nothing.
The clothes were shredded and then the boy was naked and near blinded with the monster upon him.
He had not climbed high enough.
It's height was more than any man the boy had ever seen, The branch Talyn had propped himself up on only coming up to the goblinoids shoulder!
The bugbear grabbed the boys legs by the ankle and pushed them over his head.
With his butt in the air, a terrible realization came over Talyn.
"Wrolf was found without his ghoulies!"
"Wait, waaaaaait, WAIT NO!" He cried as he felt the warm, slightly moist, breath on his ballbag.
The long fangs of Shuggra slid into the soft nutflesh like a warm knife through butter.
S Q U I C K !
A shrill whine came from the boy as his line was ended, foam building at the corners of his mouth.
The boy viewed it as if time had slowed. The long ivory points, longer than his fingers, pierced his precious plums!
The pain caused his shrill voice to catch in his throat, despite how quickly it all really happened, Talyn felt every bit of the tooth sinking deeper and deeper and finally through his prized bits!
There was a spurt of the contents of his balls as the fang ripped its way through, like biting into an overripe fruit!
The bugbear bit down with a terrible and fleshy snap and then began to shake her head violently side to side.
The dagger like teeth, sawed into the skewered testicles, ripping apart any form left in his boyhood.
With one final jerk of her head backwards, the bugbear tore off and consumed the rent boybag.
The taste of the males delicates filled her with warmth and she licked her lips in anticipation for her last meal of the night.
The creature sank back into the woods, leaving Talyn to weakly clutch the wound between his legs that leaked crimson, trickling into a stream down the branch.
Soon his mind gave away to the pain and his whole body began to convulse heavily before falling completely limp.
***
The agonized wail from behind him pushed the last boy ever onward.
Oddie's whole body ached, all the muscles in his legs were burning, his face was covered in small scrapes from thorny branches.
That was when the boy saw it.
His heart began to swell, he had reached one edge of the forest, he could see where the trees gave way to open air!
The youngest of the boys had done it! He reached the edge of the forest and took one look back.…
Only to see a gleaming pair of eyes looking back at him, growing ever larger as it rapidly approached.
Adrenaline again pumped through him, maybe it would turn around if he got past the forest line?
Oddie darted beyond the trees, into the surrounding fields of grass!
His hopes faded as he heard the heavy rustling of long grass close behind him.
He would have to make it all the way to the village to be safe.
Could he make it all that way?
The boy tried to remember all the survival tips he had been taught, running in various patterns, zigging and zagging.
Eventually he spotted the road that cut through the grasslands and lead to his village!
His legs swished back and forth beneath him as fast as they could, it was practically a straight shot for him now!
He had to be maybe three of minutes distance from his home!
Two minutes..…
He turned his head and saw the horrible figure of the great bugbear thundering behind him.
The she-beast was down on all fours, running like a wild animal.
No! No! NO!" He thought, "I'm so close!"
It leaped behind him, sticking out one long razor sharp claw.
The dagger like nail just missed the boy at the back, but slid down and rent the back of his trousers and undergarments completely.
At first the hung on to him by the pressure of the passing wind, but soon started to slip down his legs and eventually were completely blown off! Still he ran on, his boyhood exposed and bouncing as he fled!
One minute! That's all he had left! He was going to be-
His thoughts were cut off as the creature sped up next to him with one last burst of speed.
It used its arms to pull it forward in another leap, landing on two legs and then with one huge bound, shot out it's right leg straight up!
The enormous muscled leg hurtled upward and hit the boy in the privates with a booming thud!
But even louder than that was the sickening
S Q U E L C H !
In an instant the boys dangling nuts had been turned to complete goo in their fleshy container, spilling their contents freely into the brutalized ballsack.
Oddie tried to shriek, to cry but all that came out was a horrible whine as his whole body writhed in agony. In the haze of it all, he saw the lights of his village, so near yet so distant.
The bugbear gleefully approached the boy and looked down upon him with a cruel victorious smile.
Her mighty paw reached down and between two of her claws, she plucked the boys scrotum like a ripe fruit. There was the horrible ripping sound of flesh and then a hardy chomp from the beast.
It gave the last boy one last look before it began to slink towards the shadows.
As the remaining bits of his balls were rent from him, Oddie felt the air slowly coming back to his legs and when the bugbear had left managed one final scream of,
"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"
It was many mintues before someone from the village found him and when they finally did, it was his little sister, Nessa, that found him.
She could hardly believe the sight of her battered and broken older brother, who from her perspective had always been invincible....…
"What's wrong Oddie?" She asked in an innocent tone, she was concerned at his state but was too young to fully comprehend what she saw and didn't understand the severity of his situation.
"The boy clutched at the spot where his testicles had once been, "M-my.....my...." He whimpered, unable to get the words out, as if speaking them would somehow make the situation more true than it already was.
She just looked at him with confusion.
"Between my legs!" Oddie cried, still writhing from the settling pain.
"What's between your legs?" Nessa asked.
"N-NOTHING IS BETWEEN MY LEGS! THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" His voice cracked as tears poured down his cheeks.
"Well sorry Oddie..But.....I don't have anything between my legs either! So what's the problem?"
Oddie just went back to whimpering as he knew his sister could not understand, she would never understand, just what had been lost to him and his friends that night.
“Nessa…just get the rest of the village……the…others……”
And finally unconsciousness claimed him
****
Moonlight shown in through the window of the modest hut into the bedroom of two children.
The old woman uncrossed her legs and sat up from the rocking chair,
"Unfortunately your great-uncle Oddie never did recover from his injuries. Neither did the other boys that went into the woods that night, all we found were their nutless remains! So that's why you kids should never go out into the woods! You hear me? The monster of the forest will get you!"
Her grandson looked at her wide-eyed, his legs crossed in terror and discomfort.
Even though she was his grandmother she could not help but giggle at his plainly evident fear.
Her granddaughter, Heighla smirked, "Well maybe the monster would get any boys like Garrim!" She looked at her brother for emphasis, "But I don't have that little problem!"
"Still best to be safe dear." Their grandmother said. She gave a little wink to her granddaughter and then snuffed the lantern out.
The door had hardly closed before Heighla was whispering to her brother from her bed,
"So when are we gonna do it?"
"Do what?" Her brother asked incredulously.
"Sneak into the forest! Duh!"
"Are you crazy?!"
"Come on! Mayra is waiting at her house, I talked to her this morning about it! She says at night you can see blue glow moss on the trunks of old trees and purple star-bugs flying up high and lighting up the canopy!
"No way! I'm not going"
"What are you scaaaaared? Don't tell me you actually believe nan's stories? You really think some monster is gonna come out of the woods and nip you in the balls? So what do you say? You coming?”
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