Dragon Slaying (4): Relief?

Aaaaaaand there's sex in this one! In fact, the entire thing's one long, drawn-out sex scene. I figure P'oiu should be able to get his rocks off once in a while -- assuming they still work, of course. The usual warning for ballbusting, which there's still plenty of in this chapter. Enjoy!

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The whole situation was like something out of a wet dream: me, chained to the floor, with the sexiest female I'd ever laid eyes upon standing in front of me. I was almost too busy staring at the newly-nude Opal to notice her approaching my crotch -- but that quickly changed.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, in pleasure for once, as the frog took my limp member into her hands. I inhaled sharply as she gave it a long, slow stroke, the length throbbing eagerly in response, stiffening quickly in her grip. Oh god I needed this. I needed this bad. Between the much-needed stimulation and the much-appreciated naked female doing the stimulating, I was rock-hard within seconds, several feet of dragoncock jutting up vertically from my crotch.

Opal, from what I could see of her, looked rather pleased. I watched as she squeezed experimentally around the middle of my shaft, both hands not coming close to encircling the thick length. My view was now somewhat...impaired by the pillar of flesh standing between the two of us, but still, I could see more of Opal at the moment than I'd ever expected to actually see. Her body was somehow even better than I'd imagined -- I'd jerked off to her dozens of times, if not hundreds, but fantasy-Opal paled in comparison to the real thing. As she stroked me once again, she seemed to be glowing with lust, her whole body glistening with just a hint of sweat. I could see her tits bounce ever-so-slightly as she moved, finally released from their cloth prison and enjoying every second of it. God, I'd never felt so horny. Sadly, the legs and ass I'd spent so much time admiring were hidden from sight for the time being -- I could only pray for a better look at what lay below the waist. Right now, though, her upper body was more than enough.

As I looked down my torso at the frog attending to my neglected cock, though, I was struck with a rather unfortunate realization. This might've been the first time I'd ever regretted being as well-endowed as I was. Size differential was gonna be a problem here -- I was easily twice as large as her, on top of which I was rather 'gifted' downstairs anyway, even for a dragon. No matter how much I wished it, there was no way in hell that was ever going to fit in there, at least not without me splitting poor Opal in half.

Still, if the slow, pumping strokes the female was giving me now were any indication, it wasn't like I'd have any trouble enjoying myself. I let out a rumbling groan as the frog ran her fingers up the length of my shaft again, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. My member throbbed with her touch -- despite her earlier accusation, I really had been saving it for her, and now my body was desperate to give her the present it had been building up. Despite all they'd been through, my balls were quickly transitioning back into spunk-and-fuck mode, unable to pass up such a valuable opportunity.

"Well," Opal finally said, breaking her silence. The frog licked her lips, gazing directly at my cock. "That seems to have changed your mind."

She grabbed the base of my member and squeezed, earning a moan and a shot of precum that fired into the air before splashing back down across her chest. The female rumbled contentedly as a hand strayed back to her breasts, rubbing the spunk into her skin.

The sight of the frog covered in my seed just spurred me on even further -- my dragonhood throbbed again in her grip, firing another spurt onto the naked female. Already, I felt ready to explode: I could feel my heart racing, my balls churning, my claws scratching at the ground in ecstasy. It was actually kind of embarrassing...it had been what, a minute, maybe two, and I was about to blow my load? I was hoping I might be able to hold out a little longer for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this, but well, it's hard for a male to see something he's been fantasizing about for months and not get a little over-eager. Besides, my poor nuts still had no idea what was going on.

I let out a throaty moan, my hips doing what little they could to thrust against Opal's strokes. Another shot of precum fired into the air, my member throbbing in tortured excitement. Finally I could feel it coming, after all this time, release...

"Opal," I panted, my body shaking, "I...I'm about to...!"

Thump.

The orgasm I'd been waiting for was cut off suddenly as something thudded into my nut, sending a new wave of nausea through my torso. My cry of pleasure suddenly became a choked cry of pain as my body spasmed in place, still bound by the chains at my hands and feet. Oh god, that pain...I'd already forgotten how bad it could be. What the hell had happened? Despite the agony, I managed a confused glance down at my crotch to see what was wrong -- only to see Opal, her fist buried in my left gonad.

"Ooaaaannngh," I moaned piteously, squirming in pain. "Opal, why would you...oh god, my baaalls!"

The frog looked somewhat apologetic. "Sorry," she explained, "but I can't have you coming that quickly. We both know I'm only getting one load out of you, so I need to keep you going until I'm sure that load's big enough to make the potions I need."

Ennnnngh. "O-Opal, I...nnnnrgh...please, why are you doing this?"

She chuckled. "I just told you why, P'oiu."

"Oh god, my balls--"

"I know, I know," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Try to control yourself and I'll try to go easy on you, alright?"

I just groaned in response. My eyes were squinted shut, trying to escape the dull ache radiating through my body. Bitch! I was lucky I still had nuts, after all I'd been through -- she should be happy with whatever she could get.

"Besides," she added, "this should distract you from the pain."

My eyes shot back open with a gasp as something wet and slippery slid across my cockhead, my hips jerking upwards at the unexpected sensation. I quickly looked down to see Opal, eyes closed, her long tongue dancing around my shaft.

Oh god, that tongue -- long and flexible, now wrapped around the top of my member, milking me for all I was worth. She slurped noisily at my straining member, her tongue curling to lick me from every side. I was being stroked from about eight angles at once, and my brain didn't know what to do with all the sensation. Hell, my mind was being blown just as much as my cock.

Before I had a chance to pass out from pleasure, though, Opal pulled back for a quick breath, her hands taking over and absently stroking the pillar of flesh. The frog paused to size up the thick length, pondering for a moment before taking the tip into her mouth, sucking eagerly on what she could swallow and wrapping her tongue around the rest.

My body quivered in pleasure, and my hips bucked in place. "Oh god," I groaned, the image playing happily in my head as I closed my eyes and let the female do her work.

"Hmmm?" Opal rumbled amusedly as she suckled at my member. The added sensation made me groan again -- my nuts still ached from the female's punch, but damned if this blowjob wasn't the best thing I'd ever felt.

Unfortunately, it was then that I noticed a rather unfortunate drawback of the frog's position. In order to make herself more comfortable, she had taken to kneeling, her knees planted on either side of my ballsac, so she could focus on the shaft in front of her. This had two disadvantages. First, I was still aching for a glimpse of that lower body -- hell, I'd wanted a piece of that frog's ass since I'd first laid eyes on her, and that wasn't about to change. I sure as hell couldn't tap it, but the least the female could do was let me see it.

More importantly, though, was the way she was kneeling, with my balls barely fitting between her thighs. I would've given anything to cram my cock up between those toned, sexy legs, but my balls...my balls were a different matter. Every time she moved, my nuts were uncomfortably squashed, sending quick jabs of pain into my gut. Opal didn't seem to notice -- whenever she moved I'd grunt, but I guess she couldn't distinguish the painful groans from the pleasurable ones. It wasn't that bad, though, all things considered. Any nutpain was more than drowned out by the expert job being done on my cock.

Opal seemed to be enjoying herself, as well. She was still pretty damn focused on the task at hand, but one hand had drifted back to her breasts again, playing with those gorgeous tits as she sucked me off. It was a hell of a sight, when I could summon the energy to lift my head up. Opal had managed to get pretty far down my shaft, at this point, and was sucking away eagerly, using her other hand and her tongue to stroke at what wouldn't fit in her mouth. She seemed surprisingly eager to make me blow my load, given the warning she'd just given me a minute ago. I guess she'd just gotten into the whole thing.

I had no idea just how into her work she was, though, until the frog let out a long, low moan, her body tightening as she climaxed.

Her orgasm caught me by surprise -- I had no choice but to moan in response as her legs tightened around my ballsac, squeezing the traumatized orbs within. At the same time, I felt the part of her tongue wrapped around my member squeeze tightly, begging me for my seed. The twin sensations were overwhelming -- my nuts crushed agonizingly between Opal's thighs, sending waves of nausea through my abdomen, as my cock throbbed in arousal, firing a long spurt of pre down her throat.

Luckily, it was over almost as quickly as it had started. I let out a deep groan of relief as she relaxed and the grip around my gonads loosened, leaving me only with a dull throb in the pit of my stomach. My shaft, on the other hand, ached at the loss of sensation. It was like my body could tell the frog had orgasmed, and my cock was upset that it hadn't been invited to the party. Still, as Opal came back to her senses and began sucking again, I was quick to drop any complaints. That tongue!Sure, my nuts had seen better days, but right now I cared about one thing and one thing only: getting my goddamn rocks off.

Opal, for her part, was panting heavily in the wake of her first orgasm -- I could the juices from her now-soaked sex dripping onto my scaly sac as she continued to suck at my shaft. If anything, she was even more eager than before, shoving her body up against my cock. I felt a thrill run through me as the frog's tits brushed against my length, my dragonhood pulsing at the unexpected stimulation.

The female pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet slurp. "Fuuuuck this is good," she moaned, giving my shaft a slow pump with a free hand. She took a moment to regard the thick length, then glanced past it to my head, catching my eye with a grin. "Hope you're enjoying yourself up there, big boy. Hold out a couple more minutes and I think I'll be ready to let you blow."

Words were well beyond me at this point -- I merely groaned in response, the comment earning another spurt of pre from my all-too-willing member. Opal was pretty soaked in the stuff, by this point, which she seemed to be enjoying quite a bit. (I'm pretty sure she can't use pre in her potions...I guess she just likes the stuff.)

The frog seemed anxious to return to work, and I wasn't about to protest. She leaned in to lick at the base of my shaft, wrapping her tongue around the length and giving a nice strong squeeze. Slowly she began working her way upwards, licking and sucking all the while. My claws scrabbled for a hold on the smooth stone floor, seeking some way to anchor myself against the sea of pleasure that was washing over me. My cock felt like it was made of iron -- I'd never been this hard before. Opal just kept slurping away at my member, bringing me to levels of pleasure that I'd never known existed. I had to glance down at my crotch every few seconds to make sure this was really happening -- and each time I did, the image of the frog slaving away at my cock made me even hornier.

Still, I was worried. The frog was moaning lustily around my member, her eyes closed, and from the way she was suckling at my dragonhood, she sure seemed awfully excited. "Opal--" I began worriedly, but again, I hadn't realized how worked up the female was. I was cut off by the frog's own cry, her body spasming as she went into a second orgasm.

This time my moan was considerably higher-pitched as my gonads were squished once again between the female's legs. I let out a gurgling groan as my testicles flattened between her strong thighs, the twin spheres distorting under the heavy pressure. This orgasm was stronger than the last one, and my poor balls were definitely the worse for it. On the other hand, Opal had thrown herself against my cock as she came, wrapping her arms around my shaft for support, and was now moaning pleasurably into my member. Unfortunately, I was a bit too distracted to enjoy the feeling of the frog's tits squished up against my dragonhood. "My balls!" I squeaked softly, but Opal was far too lost in pleasure to hear me.

Finally, I felt the death-grip around my nuts loosen, and the frog gave a dazed, happy groan as she fell back into her normal position. I let out a long groan of my own, more relieved than anything as the female took me into her mouth again, but that did little to help the lingering ache in my battered balls.

"Opal," I moaned, squirming in my bonds, "oh god Opal, my baaaalls..."

The frog shot me a confused look, her lips wrapped around my cockhead. "Hrmm?"

"Your...your legs..."

"Mrphlrgs?" she repeated around her mouthful, allowing the tip to slip from her mouth and back into her hands as realization dawned upon her. "Oh. Oh. Shit, sorry. Damn. I forget how easy it is to crush those things when you're not paying attention."

Great. "Nnnnrrrrrgh," I groaned, letting my head drop back to the floor.

"Just stick with me, P'oiu, alright?" she continued, pumping at the length in her hands. "You can cum in just a minute -- I know you want to."

She was right. The pain in my poor nuts was getting worse by the minute, but my cock was still throbbing with every lick, eager to unload on the willing female. And we had been at it for a while, now -- she had to let me cum soon.

"Besides," she said, "I know how to keep you interested." Her hands dropped to her breasts, lifting the heavy orbs before placing them on either side of my member. I rumbled pleasurably as she squeezed my shaft between the two, my cock surrendering yet another shot of pre at the welcome stimulation.

"See?" Opal grinned, licking slowly across the bottom of my dragonhood. "Now, everything alright up there?"

My attempt at an intelligible response was interrupted as she resumed suckling at the tip of my cock, rubbing her tits up and down against the base. Her tongue snaked down to fill in the gap, sliding sensuously around my aching member, which seemed to be throbbing even harder now than it had been before. "Oooooppaaallll," I moaned, lost in the sudden sensation. "Oh god, yesssssss..."

The frog murmured her approval around the end of my cock, fighting to swallow down my torrent of precum. My member twitched frantically in her grip, arching eagerly at the female's touch and sending shocks of pleasure down my spine. The pain in my balls was washed away once more as Opal slaved away at my dragonhood, stroking, sucking, teasing, building me up higher and higher until I was so horny I thought my cock was going to burst.

Oh god...I'd never felt something like this before. There was nothing I wanted more than to feed this female my seed, to shower her in my spunk, to finally just let go and bust a nut all over the two of us. Any moment now -- I could feel my pulse quickening, the room seemed to be spinning, hell, I'm pretty sure I couldn't see anymore. I glanced down one more time at the frog sucking my cock, my whole body shivering with pleasure as she slurped away. I was close...so close...so...goddamn...close...

Unfortunately, once again I had been neglecting to pay attention. Opal was even closer. She threw her head back with another lusty cry, eyes rolling back into her head as she slipped into her third climax.

This was definitely the frog's strongest orgasm yet -- I let out a strangled yelp, my arousal forgotten as my gonads were scissored brutally between her thighs. "My balls!" I squealed, spasming in pain as Opal tried instinctively to bring her legs together. "OH GOD, OPAL, MY BALLS!"

But Opal was elsewhere again, moaning into my cock as she rode out her climax. She failed to notice the pair of dragon testicles unceremoniously crushed between her thighs, or me squealing in agony as she flattened my gonads. In fact, Opal merely squeezed tighter, my balls distorting grossly as she spasmed in pleasure. I spasmed even more than she did, shaking against my restraints as she mauled my defenseless nuts.

My body had no idea what was going on. I had been on the brink of orgasm, ready to blow the biggest load of my life, only to have my balls squashed between the sexiest pair of legs on the planet, legs I'd masturbated to at least several dozen times. What's a dragon supposed to make of that? All I could do was squeal in pain -- or mewl, once the pain became too much and my nervous system started shutting down.

By the time the female finally came back down from her high, I was in absolute agony, my entire being focused on the mind-blowing pain coming from my crotch. My body shook randomly, still processing the massive dose of nutpain. My cock had gone almost completely limp, and was now slumped exhaustedly against the dazed-but-happy Opal. So much for release.

Slowly Opal came to her senses, first licking lustfully at end of my member and then backing away when she realized I was no longer hard. "Wait," she asked confusedly, "did you cum? But there's no..."

I squeaked something unintelligible, my legs quivering.

Again, that slow look of recognition. "Oh fuck, did I do it again?" she muttered, looking down at my ballsac. "God, it's so easy to hurt these things. Let me take a look and make sure everything's alright."

Y'know, after your balls get clobbered, the impulse to double over and protect your damn gonads is pretty strong. At the moment, I would've liked nothing better than to curl up into the fetal position, clutching my balls in my claws. Of course, my hands and feet were chained to the floor, and so you could say I felt a littlebit vulnerable as Opal bent down to take a look at my nuts. I had to take a moment to remind myself she was a healer, even if she had just been crushing my poor balls.

She turned the orbs in her hands for a moment, inspecting each of my nuts. "Everything's cool," she reported finally, climbing to her feet. "Testicles are good with squeezing and stuff; they're fine."

What I wanted to say was something about how my gonads were most definitely not good with squeezing: how having my balls crushed between her damn legs felt like my insides were going cannibalistic and eating themselves. Unfortunately, what I managed to get out was more like a chicken squawk, so I think most of the impact was lost.

Opal looked at the twin spheres for a moment longer before gently placing them back down on the ground. "Well then," she continued, "if everything's in working order, I think I've teased you more than enough, so I guess I should just bring you up and let you blow now."

"Uuunnggghh."

"No sense leaving the job unfinished, P'oiu." She chuckled to herself. "Besides, if I gave you blue balls after all you've been through they might just explode for all I know."

I didn't find that as funny as she did. "Opal, I -- nnnnnnrrgh -- I'm not sure this is a good idea," I groaned, continuing to squirm in place.

"Sure it is!" the frog countered. "You were just about to cum, weren't you? All we have to do is get you hard again and I can take it from there."

"And how...aannnnngggrrrh...how am I supposed to get hard after that?"

The female grinned. "All you need is some motivation."

I groaned again, letting my head fall to the floor. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to continue through so much nutpain -- my entire lower body was still throbbing with that awful ache in the gut that only males can experience. In the past day or two I'd had my balls bashed more times than I could count. Couldn't she just leave me alone at this point?

Suddenly, I felt a light weight climb onto my lower chest -- it only took a moment for me to realize it was Opal, standing on my stomach. I felt her take a few steps and then stop.

"Open your eyes, P'oiu," the frog said.

Nnnnnnrrrgh. "Please just leave me alone," I moaned. The throbbing in my nuts--

"C'monnnn," she teased in a sing-song voice. "I promise you'll like it."

With an aggravated groan I lifted my head and opened my eyes to see...well, something I did in fact like. Opal was standing on my chest, as I said, but with her back to me...and bent over.

My jaw dropped. Her legs -- well, her legs I was tempted to ignore, after what they'd just done to my nuts, but god if I hadn't spent more than a few pleasurable evenings fantasizing about them, imagining myself cumming all over those sculpted calves. Of course, my eyes were quickly drawn upwards to the luscious, juicy rump that was swaying in front of me, firm and perfect...which once again made me curse having a cock about three times too big. I could just imagine gripping that toned ass, shoving my dragonhood up into that tight slit, fucking the frog until my balls had given up every last load they could produce. Oh god, if only. For now I'd have to settle with the image in front of me, the frog's sex dripping with arousal, my own shaft throbbing in response...wait, throbbing?

I quickly glanced around the frog to see my cock jutting out proudly from my groin, looking as ready for action as it'd ever been. Well what do you know. My nuts still ached from their recent ordeal, but apparently I wasn't done yet. (I gotta give my sex drive some credit; it takes a lot to bounce back from something like that.)

"Hmm?" asked Opal, drawing my attention back to her naked form. Her head was down between her legs, staring straight back at me as I took in her curves. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," I mumbled dumbly, still stunned at the view.

The frog cracked a smile. "Good," she replied, reaching with one hand to stroke at her swollen slit. "After all, I don't show this off to just anyone. Now...what do you say I get you off?"

Opal didn't wait for an answer; instead she simply straightened up and walked the short distance to my cock. I inhaled sharply as she placed a hand on the head, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mmmmm. From this perspective, the size comparison was even more striking than before: my length stretched all the way up past her waist, the tip rubbing eagerly across her belly button.

"Now I just gotta figure out the best way to approach this monster," she grumbled to herself. She pondered for a moment before dropping down to her knees, absently pumping the length as she thought. "Hmm...maybe if I..."

I rumbled contentedly as she pressed her upper body against my shaft, once again enjoying those generous tits rubbing up against my dragonhood. The joy was short-lived, however: Opal quickly backed off again, shaking her head.

"No, that won't work. Hmm." She glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking, until her eyes suddenly lit up. "Ooh...what if I..."

I watched with interest as the frog climbed back to her feet, using my cock to steady herself. I let out a happy murmur as she crouched and wrapped her arms around the top, once again squeezing her breasts up against me.

"P'oiu?" Opal glanced back at me. "I'm gonna try something...I'm pretty sure I'm light enough for this to work, but let me know if it's comfortable, alright?"

Uh oh. "Please, not my balls," I pleaded.

She rolled her eyes. "I know, P'oiu, this has nothing to do with your balls. Just wait and see, alright?" With that, she turned back to her work. She gripped tightly around the thick length before sliding sideways, turning 180 degrees until her whole body was pressed up against the underside of my length. The frog gave me a quick grin as she clung to my dragonhood, giving it a teasing lick. Finally she crossed her legs, squeezing the base of my shaft between her thighs as she let her weight rest on my cock.

"Well?" she asked. "I'm not too heavy hanging off you like this, am I?"

I had winced in expectation as she moved, expecting something awful, but...nothing bad happened. Sure, the female was pulling down on my dragonhood a bit, but I was so hard and she was so lightweight that I hardly even felt it. The only thing I really noticed was Opal staring right at me, her naked body wrapped oh-so-snugly around my throbbing length.

"Yeah," I answered, "it's fiiiiiiiine."

The frog grinned as she licked at my cockhead, squeezing the rest of her body around my length. I shuddered at the sudden tightness gripping my member, in combination with her tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh. "Oh fuuuuuuck," I moaned as the female slid down around my shaft, my hips thrusting feebly as I fired yet another shot of pre into the air. Oh god this was good -- how was she doing this? It felt like my entire shaft was enveloped by the frog, my member sliding slickly against her tits, her legs, even her warm slit, pressed eagerly against the base of my length. My cock had been begging for a proper grip ever since we'd started -- this was more like it.

"Good," Opal continued, straightening back up and earning another moan from me in the process. "It feels pretty -- mmmm -- pretty damn good for me too." The female's eyes were halfway closed as she rubbed her sex up against me, a light shudder running through her body. "Hell, can't fuck ya, but -- nnrph! -- this works pretty well."

"Glad...glad to hear it," I groaned, shivering in response to the frog's ministrations. I watched with growing arousal as she gyrated up and down against my length, taking the opportunity to admire her nude form once more. I traced her body from the feet up, at least what I could see: her strong legs, her slim waist, her wonderful rack squished up against my dragonhood. She was soaked in my precum at this point, which only helped to lubricate her now as she ground against my throbbing shaft. My head rolled back with a pleasured rumble as she slurped on my cockhead, the rest of her body working in unison to pump at my engorged length. I was getting there, and fast. At this rate, she'd have me blowing my wad in under a minute -- god knows I'd been waiting to cream for long enough now. I was content to lay back and enjoy the ride...at least, until something brought me rather sharply back to the present.

As I said, the position Opal was in was a little unorthodox. She had her arms and legs wrapped around my shaft and was moving quite a bit, her hips sliding up and down as she rubbed herself against the base of my shaft. Fuck if it didn't feel good, and she seemed just as into it as I was. Now, however, she was getting a little too into it -- she was sinking so low that her ass was bumping against my balls as she came down. At first it was almost nothing -- enough to get my attention, but nothing more. Unfortunately, I could feel it get stronger over time, the frog dipping deeper with ever stroke, until my gonads started to ache from the repeated blows. "Opal, my -- nngh! -- Opal, my nuts," I gasped, trying to catch the female's attention.

She didn't seem to hear me, though. Instead she just continued to squirm against my cock, rising back up...before slamming back down onto my balls once again. "My nuts!" I squawked, arching my back at the sudden stab of pain in my gut.

That seemed to get her attention, at least. The frog pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet smack, panting. "I know they're hurt," she groaned back, "just...hang in there, alright?" She slurped hungrily at the underside of my shaft for a moment, her tongue -- that tongue! -- playing across what wouldn't fit in her mouth. "Mmmrph...goddamn it, I'm going to get you off if it's the last goddamn thing I do!"

I could certainly believe that: the female was working overtime, grinding every part of her body against my member as she oscillated up and down, and fuck if it didn't feel amazing. I couldn't help but moan as Opal slid against me again -- and then came down on my nuts, much harder than before. I glanced pleadingly at the frog to try to catch her attention, but she was engrossed in her work, her eyes closed as she sucked away. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing to my balls, and still chained down to the floor, I was helpless to stop her. I tried to call out again, but succeeded only in letting out a few grunts and groans as she kept pummeling my gonads. My brain was already busy trying to process all the signals coming from my groin, unable to handle the combination of pleasure and pain.

This was bad. I could tell she was getting hornier, and as she did her strokes kept getting stronger -- heaven for my cock, but hell for my poor testicles. What was I supposed to do? On the one hand, she was physically bouncing on my balls with every stroke: that firm, gorgeous ass coming down and crushing my nuts with her weight. Oh fuck. I might have been able to take it, if I hadn't already been through so much, but with my balls already traumatized, I felt like I was about to die.

On the other hand, the sensation coming from my cock was the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced. Opal was wrapped in a vise grip around my dragonhood, her entire body begging me for my seed. She was sucking desperately at the tip, her breasts and the rest of her upper body pressed tightly against the middle, and her wet, hot sex rubbing frantically against the base. Combined with the female's shuddering moans and groans, it was amazing that I hadn't come already -- as it was, my cock was spurting pre like a fire hose, even with Opal flattening my gonads with every stroke.

"AaaaaaaaAAAHHHhh," I squealed as the frog came down again, my cry of pleasure transitioning into a cry of pain as she squashed my testicles into the stone floor. The frog remained blissfully unaware of the damage she was doing to my poor defenseless nuts -- with each downstroke, that shapely ass smashed into my junk, the twin orbs pancaking out beneath her body weight. With each upstroke, though, my arousal soared to new heights. I had to be the horniest dragon the world had ever seen -- after all, the female of my dreams was riding on my member like her life depended on it, desperate for me to soak her in my spooge.

By this point, I was caught somewhere between moaning and gurgling, my body arching in pleasure each time the frog went up and arching in pain each time she came back down. Oh god. The feeling of the female sliding up and down on my dragonhood made my claws curl. With each stroke I felt ready to explode -- until Opal came down on my balls, anyway, which brought me back down just far enough to stop me from exploding. I was teetering on the point of no return, torn between the pleasure coming from my cock and the agony coming from my nuts, and the result was driving me fucking insane. I didn't want to know what my gonads would look like in the morning -- right now I didn't care. I just wanted to cum, damnit, to bust a nut, to fucking blow--

"OpaaaaAAALLL!" I managed to cry, the name catching in my throat as she flattened my nuts once again. I hardly knew what was going on anymore -- my body jerked frantically in some combination of agony and ecstasy, unable to handle the sensory overload. Opal just kept hammering up and down, bringing me to undiscovered levels of pleasure and frustration with her unintentional teasing. So...goddamn...close! Each time her ass crashed down it felt like a sledgehammer coming down on my nuts, the twin orbs threatening to burst, but through it all I could feel my cock twitching, throbbing, pulsing, begging--

Just then, Opal went into yet another of her climaxes. I gasped for breath as she spasmed, squeezing my dragonhood for all she was worth, rising up once more.

"Cum already!" she screamed, slamming down on my balls.

I roared -- in pleasure or pain, I'm not sure which -- as my cock exploded, sending a thick rope of dragon seed straight up to the ceiling. My entire body shook as I finally unloaded, my hips jerking chaotically, my nuts churning, pumping out every drop of semen I could possibly produce. Oh goddddddd! I struggled to stay conscious as my claws scratched scores into the ground, searching for something to hold on to as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me, gallon after gallon of spunk spurting from my member. In the back of my mind, I was dimly aware of Opal still bouncing, forcing every last drop out of my swollen balls as I came all over her and everything else in a ten-foot radius.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the contractions began to grow weaker. I shivered as my cock throbbed, giving up its last few spurts of dragonseed, my hips slowly sinking back to the floor. Ohhhhh thank god. That had easily been the best orgasm I'd ever had -- I doubted I'd ever be able to blow that hard again. In fact, it had taken a lot out of me. My head fell slowly back to the stone floor, my eyes sliding contentedly shut as I began drifting into the greatest afterglow of my life...

...followed immediately by an excrutiating ache in my gut. I let out a tortured squeak as my body started shaking again, trying to process the pain as my nuts began screaming at me full-force. Oh my god -- how had I not noticed that? My torso rippled in agony as I tried desperately to curl into the fetal position, wanting nothing more than to clutch my balls and squeal like a hatchling. It felt like someone had run my testicles under a steamroller -- they had to be crushed flat.

Somehow I summoned the ungodly energy and the focus to look down at my groin and survey the damage, praying that I was somehow still male. And what do you know -- thank god I'm a dragon. Despite everything they'd been through, my nuts were definitely still there, two distinct-if-rather-grotesque-looking lumps in my scaly sac. That was the good news.

The bad news was that Opal, in her post-orgasmic haze, was sitting on them.

"O-Opal," I croaked, twitching weakly.

The cum-covered frog grinned up at me dazedly, still panting heavily. "See? Told...told you I'd get you off." She licked a glob of my seed from the back of her hand, moaning happily to herself as her other hand rubbed lazily at her slit.

"AAAAaaaannngh...my N-NUTS."

Opal giggled. "Heh...you must be sore, huh? But I knew there was a decent load in these." She accentuated her statement with a friendly slap, my balls jostling with the impact.

And that was all that my poor brain could handle. I gazed weakly at the spunk-soaked female for another moment before finally -- mercifully -- passing out.

Dragon Slaying (3): Enter Opal

Bah! I sort of abandoned this place, didn't I? Well then, let me start posting my backlog of stories :)

A small change of pace here -- this chapter starts building up to some actual 'normal' sexual stuff (I know, right?). Of course, there's plenty of nutbusting along the way :P Dragon's gonads gotta be sore by now, huh? Ah well, just another day in the life.

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Again, I'm not sure exactly how long I spent knocked out, but I know it spanned at least several hours. When I came to, it was dark, and I found myself curled in the fetal position, clutching the swollen, misshapen bulge that was my groin. I looked around briefly to see if the orca was still here, but it seemed she had left for now, though not without doing a number on my jewels. I wondered absently how much time the orca had spent trying to pop my balls: they seemed significantly larger even than after her kicks, and my right ball seemed to have a very definite footprint in the center, as if she had tried standing on it. The thought made me even more queasy than I already was, but her failure to complete her task seemed like a small victory, at least.

I expected the ache in my balls to slowly fade over time, as a dragon's rapid healing ability kicked in, but instead I felt something terrifying: a pain that continued to grow, spreading even further through my gut and my body. It was unimaginable. I moaned and groaned in anguish, trying to ease the torture in my gonads, but it was useless. For hours, all I knew was the throbbing agony between my legs, the twin spheres that made me male, crying out in pain and suffering. Until...

"P'oiu, what are you doing?" said a familiar voice.

I opened my tear-soaked eyes to see a young, graceful-looking frog peering down at me, her eyes full of concern. I knew her already -- she was a local, a healer by the name of Opal, who had come to my cave before. Quite a few times, in fact. You see, Opal was renowned for her potions, which often included rare and hard-to-find ingredients. Luckily for me, she often needed one ingredient I was particularly good at producing: dragon cum. She'd stumbled up the mountain and into my cave only a few days after my initial arrival there. At the time, I was so eager to fight off my first challenger that I'd almost killed her before she could explain what she wanted, but once I understood what she was after, I was much more willing to cooperate.

It was a mutually beneficial relationship, if a somewhat odd one. I gave her an endless supply of her ingredient -- well, as long as she wasn't asking for too much at any given time. A dragon's got limits, after all. In return, I had a friend, a messenger, and a female who consistently wanted to see my cock -- a big deal for a dragon, solitary creatures that we are. We dragons usually only go looking for mates a few times in our lives; now I had an audience every other week, begging me to pull it out. Sometimes I found it hard not to blow my load just thinking about it. (Sometimes, I actually did blow my load thinking about it.)

Still, as sex-centered as our activities were, I never got a chance to see much of her. She saw me naked on a regular basis -- and not just naked, but leaning against the cave wall, stroking my cock until I spurted my hot cream into the air. I, on the other hand, had never seen her in less than what she was wearing right now: a long, flowing sari, hiding most things but giving me a glimpse of a firm, smooth stomach. She was hot, all right -- she could have been a goddess in porn, if she'd chosen to -- but she hid it, silently, taunting.

She'd touched me just once, on a particularly difficult day, when I was having some trouble -- rubbed my balls, to help me get over that last hump, and I'd come gallons, easily twice as much as I ever had before. After that, she'd started teasing me more actively, licking her lips, talking dirty, although she'd never actually touched me again, and the sari stayed tightly wrapped around her body. Still, she could work me into a frenzy with her words, and my balls started working overtime to produce for her.

Today, however, I met her in quite a different predicament. "O-Opal," I choked, almost delirious with agony, "oh god, Opal, my balls..."

Her gaze drifted down my body and settled on my groin, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh gods," she muttered under her breath, moving closer. She took a step forward to get a closer look at the swelling between my legs, and somehow I summoned the willpower to pull my claws away and let her see. My left nut was relatively normal, actually: since yesterday's beating, it had started to shrink down to its usual size, and that side of my sack had begun returning to its usual scaly green. My right nut, on the other hand, had continued to swell even larger than it was when the orca left, until it seemed ready to burst from my scrotum. The entire right half of my ballsac had become a dark, foreboding purple, echoing the ungodly ache of the gonad inside.

"What happened to you?" the frog asked worriedly, looking away from my mating organs.

"A...a knight," I croaked slowly. "O-orca. Female. First she...with a mace...and then she...she kicked...stomped...oh God, she just kept stomping--"

Opal winced at my description, biting her lip, but shook it off when she saw me looking. "Shhhh," the female whispered consolingly, "alright, alright, let me take a look, relax." She got down on her hands and knees, looking carefully at the swollen orb but not touching it.

"Anngh," I cried, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Oh God, Opal, my balls, my balls..."

The frog was biting her lip again, gazing intently at my gonads. From the way she focused, I could tell I was in good hands -- after all, she was a healer. She had studied the body backwards and forwards, and besides, damned if anyone knew my balls better than she did.

After a pause she rose, setting her hands on her hips. "Okay, here's the deal," she said, exhaling slowly. "I think I know what's wrong -- it looks like you've got a twisted testicle, which means that while that orca was busting you, she accidentally spun one of your nuts around and cut off its blood flow. It's a very painful freak accident that can happen when a male's testicles take a beating like that."

I moaned piteously -- the image alone made me want to puke.

"Now, there's good news and bad news," she continued, eying my sac as she spoke. "Fortunately, I've seen this kind of thing before in smaller species, and assuming that dragons work the same way, I should be able to fix it and heal your nut. Unfortunately, it's probably going to hurt a lot, given what shape your balls are in, and with all the pain you're in, I'm worried that you're going to flail around and injure me by accident. So...I'm going to run back to my village to get some sleeping potions, put you under, and then I'll fix your nut, alright?"

"Oh no please, please," I groaned, tears slipping from my eyes, "you can't leave me like this any longer. It feels like I'm going to die. There's...anngh...there's got to be something else you can do."

"I...I don't know, P'oiu. I know it hurts, but if you accidentally hurt me than we'd both be helpless." The frog glanced around for a moment, surveying the cave, her eyes coming to rest on a length of heavy chain. Suddenly her eyes lit up. "Wait a minute," she said. "I have an idea."

"Anything," I moaned. The ache in my gonad was still gnawing away at my gut, chewing away at my sanity.

"Your cave is full of these chains," she continued, hefting up a link in her arms. "If you let me chain you down, I can immobilize you, and that way I can fix your testicle without you hurting me."

Oh God, anything to make the ache go away. "Okay," I agreed, claws between my legs, "okay, okay, do it, do it now, please!"

Despite the gravity of the situation, the frog couldn't help snickering at me. I imagine it was a little pathetic to watch: a dragon of my size, crumpled on the floor, clutching his gonads. "Alright," she said, grabbing her first length of chain, "then spread your legs as far as you can for me and I'll start tying you down."

Slowly, I drew my legs apart, whimpering loudly as my aching ballsac slid down my thighs to the cold stone floor. I could hear Opal holding back another snicker as she looped the chain around my left leg, drawing it tight around my ankle. Gently I tested the chain, and found my leg completely unable to budge.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought shot through my brain: what if she and the orca were somehow working together? What if, once she tied me down, she simply started torturing my nuts again? Why on earth was I letting her tie me up?

"Wait! Wait!" I shouted in a panic, startling the poor frog. "How...how do I know you're not tying me up just so you can hurt my balls more?"

The frog glanced up at me, disbelief painted across her face. "Seriously? Listen: I come here so I can harvest your sperm, right? Then why on earth would I want to damage your balls?"

Ah. Hadn't though of that. She had a point. "True," I coughed, letting my head come back down to rest against the floor. I felt her at my opposite ankle, now, attaching another restraint. Sure enough, my legs were immobile. The frog walked up to my head.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"I...I trust you," I replied.

"Good," she said, smiling. "Then stretch your arms up above your head -- I need to chain them down too."

Slowly I raised my arms, fighting every instinctual impulse to defend my dragonhood. Opal gently grabbed me by the left wrist, wrapping it in chains and binding it down, then repeated the process with the right, leaving me completely tied down and at her mercy. Quickly she climbed back to her feet, and knelt down between my thighs to inspect my package.

I have to say, if it hadn't been for the persistent ache in my balls, the scenario would've been pretty fucking hot: myself, tied down, with Opal crawling up between my legs. Even in the throes of agony, I could feel my cock twitch faintly at the image, and again as the frog's head appeared at my groin. Unfortunately, my horniness was cut short by the frog's next statement:

"I'm going to start checking out your ball -- this might hurt a lot, but just do your best to bear it and things should be okay in the end."

Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. "Su-...nngh...sure, Opal."

"Alright then, here goes nothing," I heard her mutter to herself -- before she suddenly lunged at my gonad.

I screamed louder than I have ever screamed before or since as Opal grabbed my testicle and starting twisting it, throwing her whole body behind the action. I'd never felt such agony before, even with the orca -- it was like she was wrestling with the scaly egg, trying to pin it down or make it surrender. In hindsight, I suppose she needed a decent grip in order to manipulate my nut, but in the moment, it just felt like she was squeezing the life out of me, crushing my already tenderized gonad between her fingers.

She'd been right to tie me down, as well -- I was shaking, spasming uncontrollably in my bonds. My body was desperate to cover my balls and curl into the fetal position, but no such luck -- my hands were chained over my head, and all I could do was watch the frog have at my dragonhood. By this point, my scream had passed out of the audible spectrum, and I was left silently shaking in agony as the female frog mauled my defenseless nut. I thought for sure something was about to explode, either my gonad or my brain, I just wasn't sure which. The pain seemed to be getting worse, not better -- if was growing, expanding from my gut to my whole body, my whole being, swallowing me alive--

"Oh...fuck," Opal muttered, pausing in her work. "I've been twisting your nut the wrong way, P'oiu. Sorry about that."

All I could do was squeak as she adjusted her grip on my nut and started spinning it the other way. The agony, again, was horrible -- but this time, rather than getting worse, it seemed to slowly get better. I still squealed, thrashing about in my chains, but I could feel some of the pain slipping away, even as I felt the awful pain of Opal squeezing my poor testicle.

"Done," she said finally, letting go of my gonad. I let out a huge groan of relief, still writhing in the chains as the residual nutache spread through my body.

"Now," the frog continued, stepping back from her handiwork, "we just need to give the blood a few minutes to work its way back into your testicle."

I wasn't sure exactly what I was waiting for, but within a few seconds it became fairly obvious. If you've never had a nut untwisted before (which I hope you haven't), well, let me tell you, it feels mighty strange. You know when an arm or a leg falls asleep, and it feels like pins and needles as the blood starts flowing again? Have you ever tried that with your balls? For that matter, have you ever tried that after a psychotic orca kicked, kneed, and stomped your nuts to the edge of bursting? My nuts had been substantially abused in the recent past, but this was a whole different brand of pain: like something was kicking me from inside my balls. One of the strangest things I've ever felt. Made me want to puke my guts out.

Anyway, this involved some more groaning and moaning over the course of several minutes, trying to ignore the horrible ache in my nut as the blood started flowing again. Sadly, I was so busy fighting down nausea that I wasn't able to appreciate Opal massaging my ball, helping the blood get going. Within a couple of minutes, the strange sensation had more or less stopped. Already, the right side of my sack was looking considerably more healthy, starting to shift from its dark purple back to green.

"Feeling any better?" the frog asked gently.

"Oh gods, yes. Thank you," I choked, completely exhausted from the ordeal. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Well." Opal giggled. "Actually, I can think of one thing."

"W-what?"

"I mean, there's a reason I'm so interested in keeping your balls intact," she said, grinning. "I just got an important order for a certain potion, and I could really use a couple loads of cum right now. I think that'd be a fair repayment."

Seriously? Fuck. I mean sure, I wanted to, but I was in no shape to pound one out right now, never mind several in a row. "Oh...oh fuck, Opal, I'd love to, but I really don't think my nuts could handle that right now. Maybe in a couple of days?"

The frog frowned. "I really need it right now, P'oiu."

"I'm sorry, I can't. My balls are really sore."

She raised an eyeridge suggestively. "Y'know...I could rub your balls some more, if you'd like, help things along."

I wanted to. Oh God, I wanted to. Tied down, naked, Opal's hands all over my balls, weeks' worth of splooge built up, hell, I felt ready to paint the ceiling in my spunk -- but I knew my balls couldn't take it. My poor gonads had seen enough action for one day. "I...I can't," I croaked, looking longingly at the frog. "I can't."

"But I need this. I need it now," she said, her tone growing more forceful.

"I'm sorry."

"What?!" The frog was incredulous. "But I...I just saved your testicle! If it weren't for me, God knows how long you would've been curled up on the floor wishing you were dead. And have you even thought about what might've happened if another knight found you before I did? I save you from all that, and you can't even masturbate for me? Come on, you've got to be kidding."

"I'm sorry," I grunted, still preoccupied with the pain in my balls, "I'm...I'm in a lot of pain still. My balls couldn't take it."

Now she was furious, steaming from the gills. "Bullshit. You're just pissed at me because that hurt, even though I fucking warned you it was going to. Or let me guess, you've been jacking off too much lately, haven't you?" She glared. "Not enough left in your nuts for me, huh?"

"Opal--"

"Come on!"

I was tired of this. My balls had been screaming all night, I hadn't slept, my balls still hurt, and...well, I just wasn't thinking. "Just fuck off, bitch," I snarled, glaring at the female.

As soon as the words had left my mouth, the frog had turned to leave, angrily pulling her sari tight around her shoulders. I thought that was the end of it, but first she stopped and looked over her shoulder, and then...well, let's just say she decided she had to give me a parting blow before she left.

Have you ever been kicked in the balls by a frog? Well let me tell you, those webbed feet don't miss anything. The orca's kicks had been strong, sure, but at least then my nuts had a chance to slip out of the way, toward the opposite side of my sack or between her toes. Opal, though -- the shape of her foot left nowhere to hide. And her kick, well...all that hopping about makes a frog's leg muscles fucking strong. As her toes sunk into my ballsac, I felt my nuts flatten, the twin eggs squashed grotesquely into my groin by the frog's webbed foot. And the ache: the agony, the agony--

"My...my BALLS!" I squealed, thrashing desperately in my chains. "Oh God, my BALLS!" (Seriously, how many kicks can one dragon take?)

Opal looked supremely satisfied for a moment, drumming her deadly toes against the stone floor as she watched me writhe in pain. There was a satisfied grin on her face...but I saw her expression suddenly fall as she realized what she had done. "Oh...oh gods, P'oiu, I'm sorry," she said hurriedly. "Oh gods I'm so sorry."

"Annnngh, my baaaalls," I moaned, fireworks still exploding in my head. My instincts told me to cover up and crumple, to protect the delicate orbs between my legs, but the restraints kept me from doing anything. I groaned as another wave of nutpain washed over me -- Opal's apology didn't do anything to soothe the nausea that was eating away at my insides.

"Here, let me help," she continued, moving closer once again. To be honest, that was the last thing I wanted after the blow she'd just given me, but I was still tied down, in no position to argue. I could feel myself starting to panic as she knelt back down between my legs, reaching out towards my groin -- what was she going to do? Punch them? Squeeze them? But no: I felt her hands once again, rubbing gently, trying to soothe my aching babymakers. Why can't she do that when I'm not in excruciating pain?, I thought dimly to myself. I appreciated the thought, at least.

"P'oiu?"

I moaned out something unintelligible to show that she had my attention.

"Listen, I'm sorry for doing that, and I know it probably hurt a lot, but...I still need you to cum for me."

Oh God. What was she going to do now? "Please, please," I retched, "don't hurt my balls anymore--"

"I'm not going to, P'oiu. I can help."

"No you can't," I moaned, "no you can't--"

"P'oiu."

I let out another agonized groan, tossing my head to the side, and suddenly I felt Opal stop rubbing my balls. Without the frog's blissful touch I felt the urge to curl into the fetal position redouble, but I was still bound in place. Nnnngh. I wanted her to let me go, to leave me to myself while I recovered. After all, she was female -- there was no way she could understand the sort of agony I'd been through. My poor balls needed some time to heal.

From between my legs, I heard the soft rustle of Opal's sari. Was she finally leaving? Hell, she wanted me for my nuts -- if I couldn't produce, maybe she'd go looking elsewhere. Find a dragon with some working testicles.

"P'oiu. Look at me."

Exasperated, I opened my eyes to look at the frog and my jaw dropped. There, standing before me, was Opal, completely naked, her sari at her feet, staring straight back at me. The specimen I'd been lusting after for months, in the flesh. She was every bit as hot as I'd imagined, at least what I could see of her...which at this point was basically from the waist up. Oh man. Her tits alone were enough masturbation material to last me for the rest of my life.

Only the profound agony my gonads had been put through over the past 24 hours kept me from creaming my scales right then and there -- as it was, I could feel my cock spasm, lying limply on my chest. Hell, this almost seemed worth the kick in the balls she'd given me. ('Almost,' of course, being the operative word.)

"P'oiu?" she repeated softly, one more time.

"Mmm?" I mumbled, suddenly much more interested.

She smiled. "Listen...why don't you let me handle this," she said, reaching up towards my cock...

Dragon Slaying (2): To the Point of Popping

"Oh God...oh /God/..."

"Oh come on already." The orca sounded quite exasperated, and I guess she had a point. I don't know how long I'd been curled on the ground groaning, but it had to be almost an hour now. At first, she'd quite enjoyed herself -- I could hear her moans of pleasure in between my moans of pain, and at one point I'd cracked an eye open to see her leaning back against the cave wall, legs spread, very clearly masturbating. Apparently she got off on cracking my poor nuts. Right now, though, she seemed to want to move things along, which couldn't be good news for my balls. I shuddered at the thought.

Nonetheless, I summoned what energy I could and rolled onto my back, claws still wrapped protectively around my gonads. I gave myself a quick fondle to check things out, wincing at the touch. One, two...they felt considerably larger than I remembered, but at least they were still there.

"/Nnrgh/...fine," I wheezed at the orca, fighting back a fresh wave of nausea. "What do you.../enngh/...what do you want?"

"Let me look at your balls," the orca said, walking closer.

"No!" I grunted back immediately, squeezing my legs shut. I didn't want the bitch anywhere near my crotch, but the angry glare she gave me made me wonder if I'd been a bit too forceful in my reply.

"Really? Well, let me put it this way," she growled, slinging her heavy weapon up over her shoulder. "You can let me take a look at your balls, or I can use the mace again."

With a reluctant whine, I slowly dropped my hands to my sides, all the while fighting the instinct to cover up. I let out another low groan as the female gently pushed my legs apart, giving her access to my groin. The twin spheres between my legs were still crying out in pain, and it felt like she'd bruised 'em pretty badly. (Can testicles even /be/ bruised? Mine sure feel like they are an awful lot...)

"Well," the orca continued, taking a few steps closer, "let's take a look, shall we?"

I tensed up considerably as she knelt down between my outstretched legs, taking a closer look at my equipment. Now, I like to think of myself as pretty well-endowed, even for my species, so I was significantly more than a handful down below. She poked and prodded at my scrotum for a moment before lifting my left testicle up in her hands, rolling it in her palms and inspecting it briefly. I felt a bit queasy, to say the least, and things didn't improve from there -- she unceremoniously let my gonad drop back down to the ground, the impact sending another quick jolt of nutpain through my gut. She repeated the process with my other ball, and even knowing what to expect this time didn't help. I let out a soft "uggh" as it slipped out of her fingers and back onto the stone below, which made her giggle in response.

"A little tender, are we?" she asked mockingly.

I started to reply, but inhaled sharply as she moved farther northward, rubbing up against a part of my anatomy that been neglected thus far.

"/Mmm/," she rumbled, running her fingers up the length of my limp member. "Well, this is...this is quite impressive."

I could feel my toes curling in response to her administrations -- the little touch of pleasure, in the midst of all my pain, had a surprisingly strong effect.

"I can just /imagine/," she purred, "what this cock is like with your females. Or with any female, for that matter. In fact..." -- here she looked away from my crotch, and straight into my eyes -- "I bet you'd like to fuck me right now, wouldn't you?"

To be honest, the thought /had/ crossed my mind when I'd realized she was a she. It'd been quite a while since my balls had seen any kind of release. Of course, more recently I'd been a bit preoccupied with making sure my balls were still /there/, y'know, priorities and all. Still, it was a welcome distraction from the throbbing in my groin. In fact, she was quite a hot little number without the armor. With the naked orca kneeling in front of me, her breasts exposed, her fins encircling my shaft, I could feel a bit of blood pumping into my cock, the scaly length beginning to stiffen...

Apparently she could, too. I jerked in surprise as she delivered a heavy slap to my balls, sending yet another shock of pain running through my system. "Thought so," she murmured, climbing back to her feet as my claws went back to my crotch. "No surprises there. Males, so predictable."

I let out a long, low groan as I rolled onto my side and that all-too-familiar ache began to spread through my torso. I'd never felt so much nutpain in such a short period of time before, and my body had no idea how to process it. It was mind-boggling. How could the organs that gave me so much pleasure, that created life, that made me /male/, cause me so much agony? I had to get out of this before it went any further. "Why are you doing this?" I moaned.

She stopped where she was standing. I saw a questioning look cross her face, as if she didn't quite understand. "Why?" she echoed back.

"Why do you keep hurting my balls?" I cried out piteously, clutching the wounded orbs. "Please, /please/, just let me go. I don't know what I ever did to you, but I'm sorry, and oh god, my balls, you don't know how much it /hurts/--"

"Oh I know it hurts." The orca gazed right back at me, unfazed. "Why else would I do it?"

Not the answer I was hoping for. "What did I do to you?" I demanded, desperate.

"Me?" She paused. "Nothing. Nothing personal, anyway. I don't have anything specifically against you. But you've fought and killed a considerable number of us smaller creatures, from what I understand, and I think that needs to be punished."

Punished. Oh God no. "What...what are you going to do to me?"

She frowned for a moment as she thought, then a smile spread across her face. "You know what? You caught me in a good mood. I might be willing to let you go -- if you do something for me first."

Oh thank God. "Anything," I wheezed, "anything you want."

"Alright, then, here's the deal. Like I said, you haven't done anything to me personally, but I still feel like you should have to pay for what you've done to others. So. How many challengers have you faced since you got here?"

Uh oh. "F-four," I lied, hoping she'd let me off easy.

I jerked in pain as the orca female snapped a kick into my ballsac, crushing my poor gonads between my pelvis and her foot. I let out a short squeak as I tumbled back onto my side, body contorted in agony, trying vainly to protect the precious seedsacks between my legs.

"Wrong," she spat angrily, the fire back in her eyes again. "I know for a fact that there've been more than that -- my village alone has lost more. Now, I'm going to give you one chance to reconsider your answer. How many challengers have you faced since you got here?"

I was not about to lie again. "Nine," I cried out, "oh god, nine!"

"Better. Here's the deal then." She paused for a moment to let the suspense build -- and wait for me to pay attention to her, rather than my throbbing nuts. "I'm going to kick you in the balls for every fighter you've beaten up. Nine kicks. And that last one didn't count. Sound fun?"

Oh gods, the ache. "And...and what then?" I croaked.

"Well, here's the catch." She grinned. "You'll start on your knees, and stay on your knees when you get hit, but if you ever fall all the way to the ground, you're done and your balls are mine. If your hands touch the ground -- at all -- I'm going to bust your sorry gonads until you wish you'd been hatched female, dragon-boy. Squish." She ground her bare foot against the ground, as if to pop some poor orca male's balls beneath her heel. Hell, for all I knew, she'd probably already popped a few pairs of orca nuts.

"But. On the other hand, if you can manage to take it all without falling...I'll let you go." She paused. "For now, anyway."

I didn't like the sound of that last addition, but I figured I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It seemed like my only chance. "I.../nngh/...I'll do it," I groaned, trying not think about the possible consequences if I should fail.

The orca raised an eyeridge, as if surprised that I'd accepted the challenge. "Really," she commented, smirking. "Alright, then, get up."

Slowly I struggled to my knees, fighting the urge to vomit, but soon I was steady, claws planted on my thighs for balance.

"Spread your knees," the female commanded. I obeyed. "Wider," she demanded, and I spread my thighs wider with a groan, trying to ignore the ache still spreading through my guts from the last kick. I could feel the weight of my testicles between my legs, the two spheres danging defenselessly in open space.

The orca began walking in circles around me, her bare tits gently bobbing on her chest. "God...you are /such/ an idiot," she laughed, planting a hand on her hip. "You have no idea what you're getting into. You realize your balls are as good as popped, right? I'll give you a chance to say goodbye to your poor little gonads now -- I won't be leaving you anything to remember them by."

I wasn't about to tell her that my nuts wouldn't pop -- God knows that was my only chance to escape this mess alive. Still, the warning was scary nonetheless. Just /one/ of her kicks had hurt like hell; I couldn't imagine what nine in a row would be like. Gently I examined my balls in my claws, wincing at the touch. They were swollen as hell, and hardly seemed like /my/ nuts anymore, they'd been bashed about so much.

Finally, with a sigh, I gently lowered them back down between my legs. "Alright, orca," I said, "I'm rea--"

I didn't have time to finish as an explosion of pain went off between my legs. The orca had taken her time to prepare a vicious kick, and vicious it was, her bare black foot delivering a crushing blow to my nuts from behind. With every fiber of my being I willed myself not to simply curl up into the fetal position and hit the ground -- instead my claws wrapped protectively around my balls and I threw my head back with an ear-splitting squeal, lost in agony. The female's kick had been right on target, hitting both balls, and the wave of nausea that followed swept over my entire body. I thrashed in place as I sought some sort of escape from the pain, but to no avail -- my balls were still there, and there were still eight kicks to go.

"How's it feel, drake?" the orca asked, grinning. "Not too good, I imagine. Well then...maybe this will help."

I knew it was coming this time, but that didn't help; it just meant I felt it more acutely as the female sunk her toes into my ballsac, the fragile eggs once again flattened by her foot. "MY /BALLS!/" I screamed as the pain ripped through my body, "OH MY GOD, MY /BALLS!/"

"Ah, the plural noun," the orca said, grinning. "You won't be using that for long."

I caught myself just before I toppled to the ground; instead, my claws flew to my crotch again and my head burrowed into my thigh. I couldn't believe so much pain was coming from two little orbs in a little scaly sack. How was it possible? How could it possibly--"

"Hey, look up."

I forced my gaze upward just in time to see the orca send her third kick straight into my balls, this time from directly in front. I still had my claws wrapped around my nuts, but she somehow managed to kick underneath with just her toes, pinning the twin orbs against my pelvis with her toes. I screeched as she flexed her toes, squishing my balls even as I tried to protect them. I could see her bare tits bouncing from the momentum of the kick, a sharp contrast with the mind-shattering agony racing through my abdomen.

"STOP STOP STOP, MY BALLS, MY /BALLS/!" I screeched. I could feel every nerve in my scaly nuts; feel her slippery toes, crushing each one individually, stressing them to the breaking point--

"Move your hands," the orca ordered, folding her arms beneath her breasts.

Oh God, oh God no, she couldn't make me do this, it wasn't in the rules. I shook my head deliriously, no, no, no.

"Move your hands," she growled, "or this is over. NOW!"

With an unfathomable effort I forced my hands to my sides, exposing my poor dragonhood to the orca once again. This was just pitiful. A dragon, the symbol of maleness and strength and virility -- of sex in its prime! -- getting its balls beaten by a female, crying out in pain and fear as she assails his only weak spot.

"You know," the female said, smiling down at my crumpled form, playing idly with her breasts, "initially I was planning to come here and pop just /one/ of your balls. As a warning, of sorts. As soon as I saw your nuts, though...God. Such a big, heavy, wonderful pair. I imagine you were quite proud of them before today."

I groaned mightily and opened my eyes to see the orca leaning back against the wall again, one hand squeezing her tits and the other sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. "Oh fuck yeah, that's right," she moaned, catching my gaze. "I /love/ doing this. I can't wait to see your face when you realize you're not a male anymore -- when your balls pop. Ha! God, it's wonderful to be female."

"Why do you do this?" I choked, still praying for some kind of exit.

The orca blinked. "Because it's fun, why else?" With that, she drove her foot up into my balls again -- but this kick seemed somewhat off target. Her toes just caught my balls, sending the eggs bouncing frantically up and down in their sack. It was a sickening ache, a nausea in the bottom of my stomach, but still, nothing like the soul-crushing pain of the last three kicks. I'd gotten off easy on this one, apparently.

The orca seemed to know it, too -- and she wasn't happy about it. "I can make up for that," she growled, and this time slammed her /knee/ up into my jewels.

Oddly enough, the first thought that went through my head this time was not about the usual mindblowing testicular torture, but about how this felt different. Hell, I'd been hit in the balls so many times in the past few hours I was becoming a bit of a connoisseur. The orca's knee slammed into my crotch with much more force -- I was physically lifted off the ground, like when she had first hit me with her mace. And my balls had nowhere to go -- I could feel them both, smashed flat against her warm skin. The agony of having my jewels crushed so thin made me scream, soundlessly, my teeth bared in unimaginable anguish.

Even in the middle of all this pain and analysis, though, something caught my attention -- a new ache. The previous kicks had hurt unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, but this new ache was qualitatively /different/. Something was wrong. Something in my sac had changed -- I could feel it -- but what could it be? My right nut felt strange, like it had somehow slipped out of place -- but what could that mean? My ball couldn't be about to pop...could it?

"OH /GOD/," I screamed, "/WAIT/!" I was begging, desperately trying not to collapse onto the ground. "MY /BALLS/, /SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH MY BALLS/!"

"Really." The orca grinned wickedly, flexing her toes idly against the ground. "Well, isn't that a pity. I could feel your nuts pancaking pretty nicely against my thigh there -- nothing like crushed nuts against your bare skin. They've gotten pretty big, huh? They can't keep swelling forever, though -- sounds like the little drake's nuts are about ready to pop. Guess you should've been a little nicer to your visitors, huh?"

I started to say something back but was interrupted by another vicious knee in the balls. Now that I'd analyzed the differences between a knee and a kick, all that was really left was the feel the pain -- bone-crushing agony. This time, my right nut felt like it had exploded -- the previous kicks had been nothing compared to this. I could acutely feel every bit of the impact: the bone of her knee, making contact with my sac, moving upwards; striking my balls, which jumped and slid in their pouch in attempt to avoid injury; the rest of the thigh, following, trapping the testicles and crushing them flat against the pelvis. My head swam. I heard some kind of shrill, ungodly mewling, and only after several seconds did I realize it was me, trying to process the pain. I was sure my right testicle had popped, but when my claws flew to my crotch it was still there, lumpy and distorted but distinctly intact. Again, I fought the urge to collapse, clinging to a shred of hope that I could somehow escape /with/ my testicles. Through the blinding pain I caught a glimpse of the orca, in a mixture of a laugh and a moan, arching lustfully around the fingers thrust into her cunt.

"Ohhhh gods that was a good hit," she breathed, crouching to catch her breath. "Christ, I can orgasm just from crushing your nuts, dragon. So big and scaly...but so flat now..." She walked around behind me, and suddenly I felt her breasts brush against my back. "Are you ready, drake?" She was whispering into my ear now, hot, heavy. I could smell her sweat. "I'm about to pop them. Your scaly balls are about to become mush. Any second now..."

I could hardly comprehend what she was saying -- the words were muddy in my mind -- but I most certainly could comprehend yet another kick in the nuts, that sent me staggering forwards off-balance. Somehow, I managed to stumble to my feet and not fall over -- no small feat, given the unending world of pain centered on my poor testicles -- and staggered toward the cave wall, collapsing in front of it. I grabbed hold desperately of a protrusion on the wall, gripping it with all my strength. I knew I had to stay standing or I was done for -- once I hit the ground, I wasn't getting up any time soon. I clung to the cave wall, trying to hold my weight up with my upper body while my legs turned to jelly beneath me. And my balls...oh god, my /balls/, MY BALLS!--

"Eight!" the orca yelled, another kick coming from behind. I felt my body shake with the impact; looking down, I could see her black toes poking out from my groin, my balls caught between the two, bulging outwards like some kind of obscene egg sandwich. Dimly I thought, how on earth did my balls get that big? before an incomprehensible wave of nausea swept over my body. I squealed like a pig as my body slid down the wall, but I managed to stay on my knees, clinging with my last energy to my handhold.

The orca seemed absolutely amazed that my testicles hadn't exploded yet /and/ I hadn't hit the ground -- and to be honest, so was I. Still, I was fading fast. In the back of my mind, I realized how I was positioned: kneeling, legs spread, my hands up above my head. I could feel my two dragon eggs dangling, defenseless, between my legs, and I could feel the orca's gaze on the two swollen balls. She had a perfect shot.

"One kick left, drake," she taunted. "Take one last look at those scaly balls of yours -- while you still can."

The orca pulled her leg back, and with all of her strength, and her entire body behind the blow, slammed her foot up between my legs.

I let out the highest, shrillest scream of my life as her bare foot sunk into my groin. The blow was uneven -- had she made a mistake? -- but no, the entire strength of the kick was focused my right nut, the weak one, the one that felt wrong. I felt it bounce in my sac with the initial impact, trying to escape; I felt her foot trap it in place and crush it flat like a pancake against my pelvis. I could feel my nutflesh squishing out between her toes, trying to find an escape from the ungodly pressure. I could see it in my mind: the scaly orbs with nowhere to go, flatter, flatter, until *pop!* I was no longer a male dragon. It was impossible. I couldn't be.

But then, in the middle of my whirlwhind of nutpain, I felt the orca flex her toes, still embedded in my crotch -- and I felt my balls jostle against them, aching and brusied, but intact. They were grossly swollen and hardly recognizable, but they were definitely there, and definitely not popped.

I was stunned -- well, more stunned by the mindnumbing amount of nutpain than by the fact that my nuts had miraculously survived -- and in my stunned state, I somehow caught the orca's eye.

We both knew what had happened. She'd kicked me nine times. I was still kneeling. I had won.

The female roared in anger and slammed another kick up between my legs; I immediately hit the ground, shaking uncontrollably, completely unable to process the pain in my balls. It was a miracle of draconic evolution that my gonads hadn't been obliterated already. The orca seemed to feel the same way, for she was shaking as well, with rage that I was somehow still intact. Even as I felt myself slipping into shock, I thanked whatever twist of fate had given us dragons such resilient mating organs.

"Well," the orca spat angrily, fighting for control of her own voice but obviously losing. "Well. Then, I...I guess you did it. Nine kicks without falling down. I..." She swallowed. "I guess I'll go then."

I only vaguely heard what she was saying; I was completely lost in my own world of pain, flat on my back, claws latched in a death-grip around my balls. I didn't hear her breathing growing heavier, or see her eyes flare up one more time in anger.

"But first, for good measure," she snarled, ripping my claws from my crotch.

My body jerked once more as she stomped down hard on my naked gonads, flattening them against the stone floor. I was beyond feeling at this point: I could only watch as the enraged female came down on my scaly balls again and again, squashing them repeatedly underfoot. I could see the two orbs -- if you could call them that anymore -- bouncing in my sack between stomps, trying to evade the killer whale's feet, but as she crushed them over and over, each time sending a fresh wave of pain through my overloaded body, I suddenly found myself much less sure that my nuts couldn't be popped. Here she was, I thought, mashing my balls into paste, just like she promised. Soon my sack would be nothing but mush. As I slipped away into unconsciousness, I found myself praying that a dragon's balls really /were/ as indestructible as I had heard...