Dragon Slaying (6): A Walk in the Woods

So it turns out that stumbling along through the woods with a pair of swollen nuts is about as fun as it sounds, which is to say: it sucks. I'd been wandering around for about an hour now -- not all that long, normally, but in this situation it seemed like an eternity.

First of all, I was just /tired/. It'd been a while since I'd gotten any sort of restful sleep -- being knocked unconscious didn't really count -- and my whole body was definitely the worse for wear. At times I barely felt strong enough to stand up. I guess it made some sense...after all, for the last several days my leg muscles had either been chained down and unable to move, or else seizing in pain.

Secondly, I wasn't getting any less hungry, as my stomach kept reminding me. I'd happened upon a single berry bush earlier on, which provided about half a mouthful of food...enough to keep me going, but certainly not enough to satisfy. Besides, dragons want meat! I mean, I would've settled for a nice garden salad at this point, but I was still dying to sink my teeth into something a little juicier.

Of course, those were both just minor problems when compared to the two hanging between my legs. My balls continued to throb with every step I took -- and that was when I was cupping them in my claws. When I /wasn't/ cupping them in my claws, I couldn't take more than a few paces with them bouncing back and forth between my thighs before I had to stop, lean against something, and moan for a minute as I waited for the pain to dissipate.

Obviously, the going was slow.

Lemme tell you, staggering around with a pair of aching nuts really makes you think about the design for a minute. Honestly...why on earth would you ever put something that sensitive in a place that vulnerable? I mean, they're hanging outside the body, with absolutely no protection, nothing to stop a kick or a slap or a squeeze. The legs are basically a built-in targeting system -- even if the girl kicking you has horrible aim, your thighs'll guide her right to the target, and once her foot's up in your spuds it's all over. I suppose they're orbs, at least -- that makes it a little more difficult to trap one in place and really crush it -- but that's hardly a relief when a single blow can already drop you to your knees. It doesn't make any sense. I mean, you'd think that the males built like that would gets their balls bashed in -- a couple kicks or knees from an angry girlfriend -- and then pop, no more offspring, no passing the bad genes on to the next generation. It had to be some kind of evolutionary freak accident that things had ever gotten this way.

Anyway, as you can probably tell, I had a lot of time to dwell on this as I made my way slowly through the forest, hoping to come across something I could actually hunt. Not that I was sure how I'd actually be able to hunt with both hands around my ballsac, but I sort of figured I'd make do. Somehow.

Finally I stumbled across my opportunity: a traveler, alone in the woods. He was a tiger, sprawled out next to a tree, his pack set down on the ground a few feet away. My mouth watered at the sight -- he wasn't huge or anything, but he was definitely a decent meal. I wondered for a moment if he was asleep, but as I watched he picked up a twig and twirled it briefly between his fingers before setting it down again, glancing up at the clouds. Just stopping for a rest, I suppose, I thought to myself. Well then, I'd better interrupt before he starts moving again... I was already behind him, in a prime position to strike, and as far as I could tell he hadn't seen me yet. Perfect. I crept a pace or two closer -- slowly now, making sure not to alert the tiger of my presence. Once I had a clean shot I moved into a crouch, preparing for the strike. I flexed my claws, grinning, and sprang--

Of course, the prospect of a warm meal had already made me forget about the baggage between my legs. As I jumped, I was brought sharply back to earth by the sensation of my scaly pouch flopping against my thighs, its tender contents crying out at the sudden abuse. In my surprise, I couldn't help but let out a short grunt -- a grunt that made the tiger turn his head, sighting me as I leapt from the brush.

I'm not sure whether to blame myself for my own distractedness or to commend the tiger for his lightning-fast reflexes, but one way or another he managed to dodge my initial attack, my claws just brushing the fur on the back of his neck as I passed by. Dammit, I thought to myself, landing on the grass a few yards past him. The element of surprise was gone -- on top of which I was feeling a bit queasy -- but I was not about to lose my chance at lunch. I grit my teeth and tried to ignore whatever madness might be going on downstairs. The way my balls were bouncing inside my sack was less than pleasant, but I managed to shake the feeling off and focus on the task at hand.

I turned and caught sight of my target again. The tiger had fallen over when he dodged my leap, and was now scurrying backwards in a frantic sort of crab-walk, a panicked look in his eyes as he tried to put more distance between us. I couldn't help but grin -- he was obviously mine. I was faster, stronger, built for the hunt; I was the predator and he was the prey. It felt good to be back in a position of power, after everything I'd been through. I'd been victimized quite enough, thank you -- now it was time to win the fight for a change. With a sharp-toothed grin I looked down at the male, then dove forwards, claws outstretched.

Unfortunately, I hadn't quite caught on to what it was the tiger was doing. Just as I jumped I realized that he'd been scrambling away for a reason: he was trying frantically to fetch something from his traveling pack. I was in mid-air, a split-second from the kill, when he finally managed to find what it was he was looking for: a quarterstaff. At the last possible moment he wrenched it free and, without looking, stabbed blindly upwards...

...directly into the center of my left nut.

What followed, unfortunately, left as deep an indent on my brain as it did on my poor gonad. I was helpless to do anything as I felt the entire momentum of my jump focused into that one point in my groin, my left testicle crushed into my pelvis, completely skewered by his staff and my own massive weight.

The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees, dry-heaving and clinging to the edge of consciousness. The ground swirled in front of my eyes. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down -- all feeling seemed to stop at my groin, where the sickening nausea that currently dominated my entire body was strongest of all.

I was faintly aware of the tiger coming to crouch beside me, placing a hand on my back. "Whoa." Even he himself seemed a little in awe of what had just happened. "You, uh...you alright?"

My mouth had been opening and closing silently for a few seconds now, but I finally managed to settle on some sort of high-pitched whine...which I'm pretty sure would have been a full-throated shriek, if the wind hadn't been knocked out of me. Slowly I toppled onto my side, my claws moving shakily to cover my tortured plums, or at least whatever was left of them. Through the blinding pain I couldn't even make out if there were two orbs, or one orb, or any at all, for that matter.

"My nuts," I squeaked softly. "My...my nuts!"

Understanding slowly dawned on the tiger. "Oh fuck, is that where I hit you?" He frowned. "I was wondering how I managed to take out a big guy like you."

"My /nuts/!" I repeated for a third time, in barely more than a whisper. It was almost as if my body had been frozen in place -- I couldn't find the strength to scream, or to clutch myself, or to start thrashing in agony. I was just stuck motionless as the pain continued to crawl its way through my abdomen.

"You look like you're going into shock," said the tiger concernedly, looking at my covered groin. "Here, let me take a look and make sure you're alright."

Honestly, I'm not sure I was really hearing anything he was saying. My brain was already more than occupied trying to process the flood of pain signals coming from my mangled dragonhood. I hardly noticed him nudging my legs apart with his staff -- not that I had the strength to resist him even if I'd wanted to. Instead, all I heard was a sharp intake of air.

"Oh...god. That's..." The tiger seemed momentarily at a loss for words, simply gazing at the swollen mass between my legs. "What, um...what size are your balls /usually/?"

I finally managed to summon the breath for a proper moan. "/Unnnnnngh/!" My claws scratched feebly at the earth, trying to find some outlet for the agony in my groin. "Oh, my fucking nuts..."

"Yeah, uh..." The tiger bit his lip. "Well, I mean, the good news is that they both still seem to be there. They're just...they're very swollen."

At this point I still wasn't paying much attention to the smaller male...at least, not until he used his quarterstaff to give my gonads a quick poke. I shot upright, bending double around my brutalized berries. "What the /fuck/?" I squeaked, rocking back and forth as I fought back the urge to vomit. "What was that for?"

"Sorry!" he said immediately, taking a step back and putting his paws up. "Didn't mean to hurt ya, I was just making sure you were intact."

I didn't have the energy to argue. Instead I just sat there and moaned, my entire world focused on the fragile beans between my legs. "Ohhhh fuck!" My family jewels had been kicked, punched, stomped, squeezed, slapped, crushed, and now stabbed, and all I could do was stand there and take it. (Well, not "stand", exactly. Crumple to the ground squealing, more like.) What the hell was next?

The tiger looked on with a concerned frown for a moment, watching me tremble in agony, when suddenly his eyes lit up. "Oh wait, I know!" He rummaged through his bag for a moment, pulling out a bottle filled with some kind of white paste. As I watched he walked over to a nearby tree and ripped off an oversized leaf, then coated one side with the liquid, leaving it glistening and wet. "Here we go."

"What...oh god...what are you doing?" I coughed, still mostly out of it. Oh fuck, my fucking /nuts/--

"Helping you, hopefully." He looked up. "This is an anesthetic -- if you hold this leaf against your crotch, it should numb the area after a minute or two. It might help with the pain." He held out the leaf. "Try it."

In any other circumstance, I would have been more suspicious, but honestly, at this point I was willing to try anything. I took the leaf and eagerly pressed it to my bloated ballsac -- of course, a little too eagerly, making me bend double as I bumped my badly-busted junk. In my state, even light taps were now starting to feel like full-force kicks. I shuddered to think what a full-force kick would actually do to my distorted gonads.

To my pleasant surprise, however, I felt the pain slowly start to ease away. It wasn't that it was disappearing entirely -- there was still that low ache in my gut that underlies every blow to the balls -- but it certainly took the edge off. It no longer felt like I was about to die...or rather, it no longer felt like my spuds were about to burst at any second (if they hadn't burst already). It was a welcome feeling after everything I'd been through, even if the numbness was a little disconcerting. I gave my sack a cautious poke and hardly felt anything. Well, I thought, this stuff might have been useful to have earlier...

Of course, with my body no longer feeling like my very dragonhood was threatened, my attention swung back to another pressing topic. As I opened my mouth to thank the tiger, I was interrupted by a loud growl...from my own stomach.

"Geez." The tiger's eyes were wide. "I, uh...I'm guessing you're hungry?"

"Uh." I frowned. "Yeah."

"Hmm. Well, I ain't got a lot of food, but sounds like you could use it more than I could. Here." He pulled another bag from within his knapsack, loosening the knot to reveal a modest spread of fruit.

Again, I didn't need a second invitation. I gobbled it down in several mouthfuls, savoring the taste for just a moment before letting it all slide down my throat. It wasn't a lot, but in my state, it was enough. "Mmmph. Thanks."

Now that I was no longer starving or keeled over in nutpain, though, the situation seemed a little stranger. What exactly was this guy up to? I mean, dragons weren't exactly friendly with other species. In fact, at the moment I wasn't really friends with anyone besides Opal...and that was a friendship worth having, if you know what I mean. Why would someone else want to be nice? I watched him bend over his knapsack once more, repacking the objects he'd taken out.

"Um..." I cleared my throat. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Sorry?" he asked, turning.

"Why are you helping me?" I repeated, suspicious. "I mean...you know I was trying to eat you a minute ago, right?"

"Does a guy need a reason to be helpful?" He leant on his staff. "Listen, I know what it's like to be nailed in the nuts -- I couldn't just leave you here clutching yourself. Wouldn't be right. Besides," he added, "I figure maybe if I'm nice to you now, someone else is nice to me later down the road. Karma and all that."

I growled. "Well...thanks, I guess."

"Don't sweat it," he replied. "It's basic decency, right? I mean, I'm not here to kick somebody while they're already down."

I tried to ignore the various painful images that the word 'kick' conjured in my head.

The tiger gave another look at my scaly scrotum and shivered. "Gods...from the way you hit my staff, I'd say you're lucky to have anything left down there."

I could think of plenty of words to describe my situation right now, but "lucky" was not one of them. I let out another groan, glancing down at my groin. God damnit. I recalled once having a pair of oval organs hanging between my legs -- two big, heavy dragonmakers in my scaly green sack -- but what was there now looked more like one ugly lump. The only real indication there were two separate spheres at all was that my left nut had now swollen even larger than my right one.

He was right, though. They were both there, if a little...bent out of shape. That was something, I guess, after all I'd been through.

"...Yeah," I muttered. "They've been through a lot recently, so I guess I should be thankful."

The tiger looked up. "Hmm?"

I gritted my teeth. "It's, uh...it's sort of a long story. You probably don't want to hear it."

"I'm listening," he replied. "I'm in need of a rest, and I doubt you'll be moving anytime soon, so why not?"

I thought for a moment. Eh, what the hell. "A-alright, then. See, it started with this orca chick..."

I proceeded to spend the next quarter-hour explaining what had happened to me over the past few days -- /everything/ that had happened, from the orca, to Opal, to the note I'd discovered this morning. I figured if I was gonna get my dragonhood smacked around, I oughta at least get a good story out of it. Retelling the story, it sounded almost ludicrous how much abuse my balls had taken. I almost wouldn't have believed it myself, if I hadn't been holding the proof (very gently) in my claws.

"...and that's why I'm wandering around out here," I finished, biting my lip. "Because I'm hungry and because there's a psycho who wants to see me with crushed nuts."

"Shit," murmured the tiger. His paws had involuntarily moved to cover his own crotch over the course of the conversation. "That's rough. How do you...I mean, I'm surprised you're not...Why didn't they--"

"Why didn't they pop?" I finished for him, shuddering at the thought. "I'm not totally sure. Us dragons are built to last, and I guess that includes my testicles, but I'm as confused as you are. It certainly /feels/ like they should be broken." I weighed the twin eggs in my claws for a moment, relieved for once to not feel any pain. Thank god."At the very least, I think I'll probably be shooting blanks from now on."

"Oh, don't be so sure," the tiger reassured, glancing down at his own groin self-consciously. "They're pretty resilient little guys, as long as you don't lose 'em entirely."

I raised an eyeridge. "And you would know about this how?"

"Personal experience." He gave me a sheepish look. "There was, uh...there was this pantheress girl growing up who had a thing for blasting me in the nuts...I think it was her way of flirting or something. She'd sneak up and nail me any time she had the chance -- kicks, squeezes, whatever she could get away with. She used to tie me to a chair with my nutsack hanging over the edge and use it like a punching bag." I could see him grimace at the memory. "There were a couple of times when she hit me so hard I had to stay in bed for a few days to let the swelling go down. I thought for sure she was going to ruin me some day, just pop them by accident."

I frowned -- despite the numbness, my nuts had begun throbbing anew in sympathy. "Ouch. Sorry. I, uh...I hope everything's still operational down there."

"Well that's what I'm saying -- I've got a son now, so apparently she didn't bust 'em up too bad. I can still remember the feeling of that black paw slamming up into my crotch, though..." The tiger shuddered. "Sometimes they just start aching -- I think it's because of her."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sorry for bringing it up."

He shook his head. "It's not a problem. I'm not complaining -- I mean, I haven't had 'em stomped flat like you have."

I cringed. "Yeah, and I hope you never do." I gave myself a cautious fondle, still not feeling any pain from the numbed area. "Thanks for the medicine stuff, by the way. This is the best I've felt since before this whole thing started." I grunted, rolling my left nut between finger and thumb -- I figured that as long as I could handle my gonads without doubling over in agony, I might as well make sure I really /was/ in one piece.

"Heh -- I had a hunch that stuff might work." He grinned. "Seemed appropriate, anyway."

Something in his tone made me curious. "Why?" I asked, as I switched to inspecting my right nut, satisfied that the left one was still in some kind of orb-shape.

"Oh, I bought it off a potion-maker a couple miles back -- it's made outta dragon spunk, apparently." He laughed. "Probably the best thing for your balls, right?"

No...it couldn't be.

"You, uh." I cleared my throat. "You...didn't happen to buy that off of a female frog, did you?"

He blinked. "Yeah, actually...damn attractive, that one. Why, you know her?"

"She's the frog I was talking about!" I exclaimed. "The healer! The one who was fuckin' bouncing on my balls!"

"Wait...you mean you were boning that?" The tiger's jaw dropped. "Gods, you lucky thing! Hell, that practically makes the nut-crushing worth it, don't you think?"

I wasn't sure I agreed with that statement...though I wasn't sure I entirely disagreed, either.

"Actually," the tiger continued, voice dropping low, "if you want the truth, the reason I stopped here was because I couldn't get her out of my head. I was planning to...well, y'know." He gestured vaguely at his crotch. "Relieve some stress."

An image of a naked Opal wrapped around my cock flashed through my head, my shaft twitching weakly at the thought. Can't blame him.

"So wait," he continued, furrowing his brow. "This is...yours, then?" He held up the medicine bottle, filled with some kind of milky-white solution.

Ooh. "Um...apparently." I blushed. "Sorry if that's awkward."

The tiger thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Eh, what you gonna do. At least I know it's fresh."

I shook my head. "Where did you see her? If you could point me in her direction, that'd be wonderful."

The male thought for a moment. "Well, I met up with her about two hours ago. I dunno exactly where she was going, but she was headed north, so that's probably your best bet to find her."

I was already climbing to my feet. "Excellent. Listen, I hate to cut things short, but I probably oughta head after her as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about it." He grinned. "Good luck, eh? Be careful with those nuts of yours -- I'm sure that frog chick would want 'em still working when you find her."

I winced, but chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks so much, for everything. Safe travels!"

And with that I was off -- northbound.

Dragon Slaying (5): Morning After

When I came to a few hours later, I found myself in a pose that was becoming unfortunately familiar: the fetal position. My claws were latched protectively around my battered family jewels, trying to prevent any further damage; my legs were drawn in tightly, trying to ward off attack. My poor dragonhood continued to scream at its mistreatment, and by this point, it was getting hard to believe that the two misshapen lumps I was clutching had ever felt anything /but/ pain. A quick glance revealed that my ballsac had turned a deep, bruised shade of purple, the skin stretched taut in order to hold its swollen contents. Still, despite my every thought to the contrary, my balls had /not/ been smashed flat; in fact, from the feel of things, they were more or less how I remembered them. The fact that I had my nuts at all was certainly a relief -- as was the fact that I no longer seemed to be chained to the floor. Opal must have set me loose after I had passed out.

Opal! I'd almost forgotten what had happened with the frog, but it all came suddenly rushing back, and /damn/ if it wasn't wonderful. My cock twitched at the memory. I wondered if I'd be able to convince her to play around again some time in the future -- I'd kill for an opportunity with that rack and that ass where I /wasn't/ chained down. Of course, other parts of the memory didn't exactly help with the queasiness I was already feeling. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to look at the frog's legs again without imagining my nuts being crushed between her thighs, or her foot rocketing up into my crotch. Still, the thought of the naked female was already starting to make me hard, even with my aching dragonmakers telling me I never wanted to see a female again. Despite my better judgment, I reached down to grasp my stiffening member, giving it an experimental pump -- only to immediately let go as my balls squealed in protest. I curled back into the fetal position with renewed purpose, my arousal forgotten. Apparently that would have to wait. I just hope I don't get blue balls on top of everything else, I thought ruefully. Damn frog.

Absently, I realized that I had no idea whether the female was still here -- or for that matter, how long I'd been out for. "Opal?" I croaked weakly. I waited for a few moments, hoping for a response, but none came. It looked like she'd cleaned up and left -- at least, that would explain why their weren't any pools of dragon spunk left on the floor from our activities. I guessed that she'd probably taken the cum she'd needed and headed off to get her potion-making done.

Well. If she wasn't here, I'd need to figure out how to take care of myself. As I lay there, trying to get a grip on the nausea swimming up through my abdomen, I still wasn't sure I had the energy to do anything /but/ clutch my gonads, but I figured I'd have to try sooner or later. With a loud groan I rolled onto my back, trying to get my bearings. Slowly I forced my claws away from my groin and spread my legs, swallowing the wave of nausea that came as my nuts slid down my thighs and thumped dully against the cold stone floor. Even that trivial movement sent a shock of pain through my body -- I let out a quiet moan, fighting down the urge to curl up again.

As I lay there for a moment, trying to settle myself down, something beside me caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head sideways to see a make-shift scroll lying next to my head, the words "READ THIS" scrawled lazily across the outside. It seemed like as good a distraction from the pain as anything else. With some effort I reached over and picked the message up, then opened it and began to read:


P'oiu,

Morning, sleepy-head! Sorry I had to run, but I've got to start making those potions I mentioned. (Thanks for the load, by the way -- you came almost twice as much as I needed, you stud-dragon you. Enough ingredient for the potions and even some extra for me...)

I took another look at your nuts while you were out, and it looks like everything's still intact -- plenty of swelling, but nothing permanent. They'll probably look a little funny for a while, but they should heal up fine, assuming no one /else/ starts beating the sperm out of 'em. I'll be back in a few days to make sure you're doing alright...and to play some more, if you're feeling up to it.

Missing you (and your cock -- mmmm),
~Opal


Well, I was glad she'd had a good time, at least, and glad to hear she had enough of her ingredient -- with the way my balls felt right now, I wasn't sure I'd be producing more any time soon.

Anyway, that confirmed my hypothesis: apparently I was alone. It was kind of a relief, actually -- after all, being alone meant I didn't have to worry about anyone else clobbering my poor gonads. All I'd have to do is lie low for a little while, give myself some time to rest up, and wait for Opal to come back and "test the equipment". I mean, there are worse things in life than just lounging around for a few days, waiting for a sex goddess to come service you.

Of course, there was always the chance that someone /else/ would come before Opal. so lying out in the main chamber of the cavern clutching myself wasn't exactly the best plan in the world. I wasn't eager for another angry female to come stomping in and see me like this, so I was probably better off moving somewhere a little more out of sight, like maybe the bedroom, or the kitchen...

...the kitchen. My stomach growled approvingly at the thought, and it suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn't eaten anything for quite some time -- since before the orca came and started this whole mess. I guess the nutpain had been distracting me from the hunger, but now that my nuts were no longer in any imminent danger, I was /starving/. To the kitchen it was, then -- assuming I could walk.

Carefully I rolled onto my hands and knees, cupping my balls in one hand to minimize any jostling before gently letting the two orbs drop and dangle between my thighs. I glanced back between my legs at my own testicles. They hung a lot lower than I remembered -- which I guess would make sense, given how much larger they'd swelled. I watched the two heavy orbs sway for a moment, still unable to believe how much agony they'd put me through.

I tentatively climbed to my feet, one hand going back to my balls for support as I slowly straightened up. My legs felt weak beneath me -- there was still the strong temptation to fall back down to the floor -- but this seemed doable. A took a few experimental steps, wincing. I'd definitely be walking funny for at least a few days, but the pain was manageable, at least for the time being.

My stomach growled again, louder this time, and I began stumbling slowly towards the kitchen. It definitely helped to be holding my family jewels in my claws, making sure they didn't bounce back and forth between my legs as I walked, but even so, short jolts of nausea shot through my stomach with every step. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning any more -- I was gonna have to get used to it, at least for now. It was with some relief that I finally reached my destination, reached for the cupboard, and tore it open to reveal:

Nothing. Hmm. That was unfortunate.

I then checked the pantry next to it...to similar results. Completely empty.

Gah! I began frantically (or as frantically as one can, while cradling his nuts) opening cabinet drawers, searching for something to satiate my hunger. Sure, I hadn't gone hunting in a while, but I had to have /something/ lying around, right? Right?

"Come on!" I roared, banging my head against the wall in frustration. My stomach simply growled again in response.

I took a moment to try to calm down and get myself under control. I mean, I'd just survived two different females bashing my balls halfway to oblivion -- I could handle something small like this, right?

Goddamnit this sucked.

Unfortunately, things were about to get even worse. I opened my eyes and looked at the spot I'd just banged my head against -- and suddenly noticed that something had been scratched roughly onto the wall. Apparently I'd failed to see it when I'd first walked in. Curious, I took a step back and began to read:


Drake--

You are a scourge on this land and you cannot be allowed to procreate. I know I can't kill you outright, but I will make damn sure you can never use that limp worm of yours on a female if it's the last thing I do. I swear on all that is holy: I am going to pop your fucking balls. Squish.

Enjoy them while they last,
a fishy friend


My hunger was abruptly forgotten. Oh god...the orca. Both hands went right to my scaly sac, trying to soothe the sudden ache in my gut. She was coming back? Oh fuck, she was coming back. I tried to swallow back the slow panic that was rising from my stomach. What was I going to do? Just the thought of what she'd done to me was enough to make me nauseous. Granted, my nuts seemed pretty indestructible by this point, but god knows what'd she'd do /trying/ to pop them.

There was something next to the message, as well -- I peered more closely to make out what else the female had left behind. Scratched onto the wall was a crudely-drawn depiction of...well, it looked kind of like a before-and-after illustration. On the left side was a rather well-endowed male dragon. On the right side...well, let's just say there was a certain orca stomping on that dragon's crotch, and he appeared to have somewhat /less/ than a full set of testes. I shuddered involuntarily at the image, giving my gonads a gentle fondle to reassure myself they were still there.

This was /bad/. I was alone, in no condition to defend myself, and she could be coming back any time. Hell, for all I knew she'd be coming back with reinforcements -- I could hardly imagine what her and a friend could do to me in this state, and I didn't want to find out. The only possible protection I had was Opal, and I decided she must not have seen the note, or she wouldn't have left. Hell, I was the only supply of dragon spunk in a fifty-mile radius; what would she do if some angry bitch came and burst my balls? There was no potion that could fix that, as far as I knew.

Goddamnit, why does the ballbusting bitch of an orca have to target me? I glanced down at my crotch, grimacing as I hefted the swollen orbs in my claws. They still throbbed from what they'd been through, and I could hardly bear the thought of another foot or knee slamming into my groin -- god only knew what would happen if she started stomping on 'em again.

I considered my options.

First of all, I could stay put, and hope that I'd recovered by the time the orca came back. That didn't seem smart for several reasons. First off, she knew that she'd left me crumpled in pain; she'd probably be back any day now, to finish me off while I was still wounded. Secondly, even if I was healed up, all she'd have to do is get in one good hit to my balls and it'd be the same story all over again. Not to mention if she was coming back with company -- I quivered to think about multiple females taking turns with my nuts.

Next I thought about seeking out Opal, but that didn't seem too feasible, either -- I had no idea how long ago she had left, or where she'd gone, and stumbling around looking for her was just /asking/ to attract unwanted attention. Besides, would Opal really be able to protect me? She made fantastic potions, sure, but I was unclear exactly how useful that would be to a male in my situation.

Hmm. I couldn't exactly stay put, at least not if I valued my testicles. I'd have to strike out for somewhere. Where?

Just then my stomach interrupted yet again, with another angry growl -- orca or no, I was still damn hungry. Maybe I'd be best off starting out with a hunt, then figuring out where I wanted to go from there. At least then I'd be thinking on a full stomach. (I tried to not to worry about how I would hunt with both hands wrapped around my nutsac -- I'd figure something out.)

It seemed like as good an idea as any, and with that decided, there was no point in wasting time -- after all, the orca could show up any minute. With a few grunts I waddled my way to the mouth of the cave, balls in my claws, headed for god-knows-where.

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...