Strength in Numbers: Number 1 – Russel
(Contains: M/M, F/M, Oral, Handjobs, forced nudity, Bondage, Semi-NC... and of course, BALLBUSTING.)

“C’mon Zach, give them back!”  Russ said, the chubby panda boy sulking in the stream and frowned up at the younger dragon.  The older boy was crouching down in the cool, calm water, while his younger friend stood on the shore, teasingly waving his own swim shorts at him.  “I’d give them back if you lost yours!”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’re booooring!” The younger dragon was relentless in his teasing, but he didn’t mean any harm by it.  The two of them were playing in their quiet corner of the stream behind their parents’ property, and the skinny young dragon was simply quicker than his chubby friend in grabbing the runaway shorts.  It almost didn’t make sense that they had come off, but logic or not, they were off, and everything resembling clothing they had was now on shore, leaving the nude panda grumbling in the water.  “C’mon, come get them and you can have them back!” 

“You promise?” 

“No, but if you don’t come out, I’ll start heading home…” Zach teased, sticking his pointed tongue out a little.  

 This elicited a more passionate response than he had anticipated, as the older boy scrambled quickly out of the water, and shortly tackled his younger friend onto the sandy shore.  The two wrestled for a bit for control of the swim shorts… until the chubby panda’s knee scooted up between the younger dragon’s thighs, and pressed down hard unintentionally.  

“AWK!” The younger boy yelped. “G-get off, man!”

“Gimme my shorts then, jerk!” 

The dragon immediately relinquished control of the garment, and the panda rolled off to one side, leaving the dragon to curl up in the other direction, clutching his aching groin.  When the panda had his shorts back on, he turned back to scold the dragon, but stopped, confused as to his friend’s position.  
“Zach, what the hell are you doing?” He said quizzically. 

“You squished my balls, man!” Zach croaked, slightly pained. 

“Quit being a wuss, dork, I couldn’t have hurt you badly enough to make you crippled.”  The panda took the opportunity to poke fun back at his former tormentor, who growled a little in response.

“You’ve never been hit in the balls then, I bet.” He grumbled.  

“Sure I have.” He fibbed.  He’d accidentally dropped a ball on his crotch a year or so back, but it hadn’t hurt him, really.  He had no idea what he was in for. “You’re just a weenie!”

That had snapped it.  The younger dragon rolled back over, and got to his knees, holding his left hand out to the panda for help up.  As the panda stepped back with one leg, and started pulling on his friend’s hand, the dragon swung his other hand up from his crotch, right into the older boy’s.  The hit was more than competent, the impact having caught both the chubby panda’s young, unsuspecting testicles flush on, and rocked them back against his fluffy body. 

“Oof!”  At first was all the panda said, his hands moving down to guard his groin.  At first it didn’t seem so bad… until the little spiders of pain crept up from his nuts into his belly.  His breath left him quickly, his knees turned to jelly, and his vision swam with a sudden welling of tears of pure male anguish.  He fell to his knees, then face first into the sandy shore.  “Awwwww…” was all that could be heard from him after.

“Yeah, see?!” The dragon snorted a little, rubbing his own aching crotch still.  “It sucks!”  He pouted, sitting back a few feet away and rubbing his squished berries inside his swim shorts gingerly.  He snarled a little bit as he jabbed at the downed panda further.  “So who’s the wimp now, smartass?”

The poor panda was in agony altogether unfamiliar to him, but he had to defend his boyish pride somehow, so he thought quickly and retorted.  “N-not me… You punched me you *cough* cheater!  You fell over f-from just a little knee!”  The older boy sat back on his feet, still grasping his aching crotch, his body feeling odd after the trauma to his package.  “I bet if I punched you, you’d fold up and die or something!”

“Nuh-uh!  I bet you I could take it a lot better than you!” the younger snapped back.

“No way, you’re still a wuss!” 

“I’ll even bet you I could take a kick in the balls!”  The dragon barked a little, escalating in hopes of intimidating the older boy.

“I’ll bet I could take more than you!” the panda replied snottily, turning up his nose and pouting. 

“Oh yeah, well I bet you a billion dollars you couldn’t take even a little bitty BIT of pain if you weren’t wearing anything!”  The dragon pushed harder, blushing and upset. 

“You don’t have a billion dollars!” The panda scoffed.  “Besides, I bet you couldn’t either!”

“I’ll bet you anything I could!” The younger boy growled.

“Then prove it, wuss!” The panda replied, sure the dragon wouldn’t take it any further. 

“Fine then!” The dragon grinned.  “We’ll have a test of strength.  Loser has to walk home Naked!” He stuck his tongue out.  “Unless you’re scared of me winning, Russel~” The younger boy teased, knowing Russ hated being called by his full name. 

“I’m not!” He was. “But if we’re gonna get n-naked, you gotta go first, and hang your trunks on the tree branch.  No take backs or tricks either, or I’m telling my mom!”  His mom worked for the local Police department as a dispatcher, so to a kid, that threat was a legitimate concern. 

“Well, uh…” The dragon suddenly realized where this was going, and blushed, before adding an addendum of his own.  “Fine, but no hiding or anything either then!  Hands have to stay above your belly button!”  He waited for the panda to agree, before walking over to the mentioned tree, and turning around, stripping his trunks off, and hanging them over a branch.  He crossed his arms over his chest, still blushing, and turned around.

Russ had never seen another boy naked before, really, and certainly never a dragon, so when he saw what Zach was sporting there between his legs, he was a little surprised.  He had silvery gray scales, and his belly, groin and ballsac were all the same color, but a slit rested above those balls, a slight bit of pink visible in it, where his penis *should* have been.  Snapping back to reality, the panda was quickly reminded it was his turn to strip.  He blushed too, not visible through his thick facial fur, but he complied, stripping off his shorts again, and crossing his hands over his belly, turning around to face Zach.  

Zach had similarly never seen another boy his age nude, and nothing like the older panda’s genitals to be sure.  His balls were there, fat, black skinned and no fur on them, and they were bigger than Zach's he knew just from looking at them. However, Russ also had a small, black, uncut dongle drooping atop them, surely shrunken a little from the cold water... except that Zach noticed it was twitching and pointing straight out from Russ's lap.  His panda buddy couldn't have been much more than 4 inches long, even if it was a fairly thick and chubby 4 inches.

“Quit staring!” Russ barked at Zach, even though Zach had only been looking for a few seconds.  “How do we decide who goes first?”

“Rock paper scissors, duh.”  Came the dragon's reply.  

One throw of Russ's Rock and Zach's Scissors decided that easily enough. 

“Aw, alright, gimme a damn second...”  Zach groaned a little, his hands moving up to grab his horns, his tail's tip pulled up into his right palm, and his legs spread, and closed his eyes tight.  “Alright, go ahead, gimme all you got...”   He gritted his teeth and just waited.  

Russ took his time, aiming carefully, reaching up and tapping his toes against Zach's dangling scrotum, before taking a step back, then stepping up and slamming the top of his foot right into it.  Immediately Zach fell to his knees, muzzle touching the ground, and feet crossed below him... but his hands and tail never left his head.  It took him a few minutes to get to his feet, but he managed it.  Russ quietly swallowed a little, knowing it was his turn now.  He'd hoped a kick like that would be enough to do Zach in.  

Russ assumed a similar pose to Zach, but didn't close his eyes, instead watching the other boy wind up and slam his foot up into his balls and regretting it immensely.  Zach didn't hit with the top of his foot, instead he hit with his toes, the tops of his dull claws smushing Russ's balls against his body quite painfully.   Russ impressed himself though, with his fingers locked behind his neck and a whole lot of cursing, he didn't move his hands at all, getting back to his feet to try again, and finding Zach already set up.  

This time, Russ really gave it his all, and slammed his foot into Zach's young balls, toes first, hard enough to lift the smaller boy off his feet.  This time, Zach hollered and slammed his fists and tail on the ground a whole bunch while he was on his knees, tears streaming down his face... but he never broke the rules, and was back on his feet all too soon for Russ's liking.  Zach was also sporting a boner of his own now, and much to Russ's amazement, his was HUGE in comparison.  A deep red color, six full inches long, and thick enough at the base that his slit was stretched tight around it.  Just the sight made Russ's own persistent boner throb and twitch.  

Poor Russ didn't have a prayer of keeping his composure when Zach finally took his turn, the younger boy's foot flying up and hitting Russ's pubescent testicles at exactly the same force, and in exactly the same place.  Russ immediately broke down, and his hands grabbed his aching, beaten boyhood, and he rolled around on his back, unable to even sob the pain was so great.  He was crying, though, and he felt like he was going to barf, especially when Zach appeared, standing over him clothed, in triumph and holding his swim shorts in one hand.  Russ couldn't even pull his hands away long enough to attempt to grab them, and just whimpered pitifully.  

“You broke the deal first, big boy, so you get to go home naked.  I'm not a total jerkweed though, you can have my big beach towel instead.”  Zach smiled as a shrill whistle signaled that he was to be headed home.  “I gotta go man.  Sorry about your nuts, hope they are both still there!”  With that, Zach dropped the towel on Russ's face, and hurried off.  

Nearly half an hour later, Russ managed to limp up to his front door.  The towel wrapped around him just above his belly button was big enough that it went all the way around him easy, and draped almost to the ground, so nobody who saw (which meant nobody in general) would realize the young panda was naked beneath it... and still sporting his tiny, raging boner.  He shut the door quietly behind him, and slowly made his way to the stairs up to his room.  

Before he knew it, he had been spun around, the towel stolen from him, his poor balls had been kicked AGAIN, and he was now on his knees, muzzle buried in something warm, fleshy, and covered in pink fabric.  He moaned loudly, sounding more like a pitiful squeak, and an all-too-familiar giggle answered him.  

“K-katrina...”  He tried to speak into what could only be the older girl's pudgy belly.  He wanted to rail at her, bitch her out for the sake of his bruised nuts, but he could only manage a single word, croaking it up at her.  “...w-why?!”

Standing there, blushing and giggling and looking sort of shocked, was a 17-year-old Hippo girl, with what you could call 'generous' proportions, who patted Russ's head softly and kept giggling at him.  “Well, at first, it was just for a laugh, lard ass!  What the hell are you doing running around naked?”

“N-none of your b-businnnNNNOOO!”  Russ ended up howling, as now the bigger, stronger, and obviously far meaner girl was on top of him, straddling his hands and brutally pinching and twisting his nipples.  

“Your chubby nips are cute! They're also dark enough that if I bruise them, nobody will notice!”  She cackled, giving them another merciless twist as Russ's hands squirmed beneath her, trying like hell to stop her.  

“Kat, stooop!  Leave me aloOOOF!”  Things had gone from bad to worse, as he'd grabbed her wrists, and she'd quickly shifted to drop a knee directly into his crotch, mashing his already mashed spuds once again, and making it hard to breathe.  

“Can't do that, fatty!  Your mom left me in charge again, and since Vicki and I had a little talk about you being a shit the last time, she suggested a few things for me to do to keep you in line!”  She rubbed her knee in his crotch, then laughed even harder.  “Oh my GOD, are you hard?!  Your tiny little thing has been hard this whole time!”  She shifted her knee, and went from mercilessly crushing his balls, to mercilessly crushing his poor, chubby little dick against his pubic bone.  “You gonna do what I say tonight, or am I gonna have to break something down there?”  She smirked at him evilly.  

“Aw gods, please!”  Russ squeaked, hardly a whisper from the torment.  “I'll d-do anything, just please g-get off!”  At which, she did, moving instead to her feet, and dragging him up with her, despite his knees feeling like jelly from all the testicular trauma.  

“I'm holding you to that, bucko.  Get your hands behind your back.”  She slapped his belly, making him yelp, and he put his hands as far back as he could.  Kat then slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, and turned him around... and drove her knee up into his bruised testicles, laughing as he fell to the floor, kicking and crying pitifully.  “Gonna be a long night for you if you can't keep up, Russel~”  She teased in a singsong voice.  

“S-screw you, kat!! You're crazy!  I'm gonna call my mom as soon as I get loo-”  He was shushed by being dragged to his feet and Katrina grabbing his muzzle, holding it shut as she stared into his eyes intently.  

“Now you listen here, Russel.”  She glowered at him, her advantage in both size and situation extremely obvious.  “Aside from the fact that you aren't in any position to be making threats, I've just been playing around with you thus far.  If I wanted to hurt you for real, you'd already BE hurt.  The truth of the matter is that I actually kinda like you, but you need to respect me a little more, or at the very least, FEAR me.”  She reached down with her other hand, and grabbed the panda's still-stiff little dick, and gave it a surprisingly painful squeeze.  “Now, are you gonna keep insulting me, and generally being a little shit when I watch you...”  Suddenly, her grip eased, and her hand began softly stroking his chubby pecker, making him groan again.  “...or are you gonna do as I say... and maybe we both get some fun out of this evening?”  She smiled, that devil's smile, obviously sincere, but not being 100% forthcoming.  “So what do you say, punk... you gonna behave now?”  

Russ was torn, but considering he was basically helpless to resist Katrina now, he whined a little and nodded emphatically.  His surprise was magnified greatly when Katrina let go of his muzzle but not his cock, and she tugged him along behind her with one hand as she led him up the stairs to his room.  

Once there, she finally let go of his dongle, which throbbed under Russel's pudgy belly, and sat him on the edge of the bed.  She surprised Russ even further by then performing a brief striptease for him.  Poor Russel's tiny mind was blown for a second time in one day, just by seeing this voluptuous young woman strip off her clothing.  She started with the shirt, letting the tight, pink spandex thing slip upwards slowly, turning around as it cleared her bust and tossing it aside.  Then she started on her shorts, wiggling them down to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties.  She let them drop loosely to her ankles, then kicked them over by her shirt, before finally turning around.  Her breasts looked even bigger outside her top, and Russ blinked in surprise at seeing her large, pinkish-grey nipples exposed.  He almost said something, before his eyes caught a flash of pink from between her thighs, and his jaw dropped a little.  There between her legs, not that he would know, was her fat, throbbing clit, almost as big as one section of his pinkie finger!

Before Russ could say anything though, he was being pushed onto his back, with his hands under him, on the bed.  

“Wh-what are you doing, Kat?”  Russ half-whispered, trepidation in his voice thick like marmite.  

“Shhh, just shut up and go with it Russ.  I'll make a man of you yet.”  She said this with an almost evil grin.  She straddled Russ' legs, climbing carefully on top of him on the bed, and with seemingly practiced motions, she started carefully rubbing the peak of her pussy and her enormous clit right up against the underside of Russ' stiff little chubby.  

All poor Russ could do was gape and moan quietly at the new, pleasant feelings pouring in from his tormented boy bits.  As Kat ground against him slowly, he could feel his plump, achy orbs softly being stroked by the warm, wet underside of her pussy, and he honestly didn't know what to make of it.  It felt nice, but at the same time he felt so... weird.  Before today, he'd never seen another person naked that he could remember, and now both his best friend AND his babysitter in one day!  Odder still for a boy of his age, he had barely ever masturbated, and only once to any kind of notable climax... and now he was pretty sure he was losing his virginity to Katrina of all people!

Kat was having WAY too much fun with this.  Cute, chubby little Russel with his cute, chubby little pecker and his fat, swollen balls all at her mercy; the thought itself was enough to make her drip with arousal.  She had no intent of letting Russ come inside her, nooooooo no no, but she did want to get them both off.  After a few moments more of grinding like she had been, she shifted her weight, and pulled one of Russel's legs over hers, and scooted as close as she could to him.  She used one free hand, and wrapped it around the majority of Russ' dick, and started rubbing the fat, hidden, bulby head right up against her clit, practically frotting with her captive.  Russ could only moan and whimper at this, but Kat shuddered heavily as she rubbed her new toy on her most sensitive bits, increasing her arousal greatly.   She knew it wouldn't be long before she hit her climax this way, but she also knew that Russ probably wouldn't hit his without further manipulation.  Another minute or so passed, and with a couple louder groans and shudders, Kat hit her climax, and just rocked herself against Russ as her juices leaked out and soaked the soft fur of his thigh.

Russ was a little confused.   

“Are you... finished with me... Kat?” He inquired with a quiet, hopeful voice.  

“Not yet runt...” Kat panted, rubbing her thick bare breasts with her hands a bit, before slipping down the length of the bed.  She was gonna blow Russ' mind with this.  When she'd slid down to where Russ's chubby hardon and balls were about face level, she first wrapped a hand around the base of Russ' helpless junk, tugging it away from his body lightly.  Then, she opened her big maw, and let her long tongue slip out, and started licking at Russ' sore nuts and achy little boner, taking extra care to run her tongue around the crown of his uncut dongle's head every so often. 

“HaaaAAAAAH!”  Russel was totally unprepared for what Kat was doing, and his body was immediately going crazy.  His legs kicked a little to either side of Kat's shoulders, his hands cuffed behind him gripping at the bed tightly, his heart pounded in his chest, and of course, his little boner throbbed and twitched over and over.  Russ just moaned and groaned as Kat gave him his first ever blowjob, and as one would expect from one so young and inexperienced, he didn't last long.  “K-kat!  Oh man, it's... it's coming! I'm g-gonna blow!”  Blow he did, as best he could, the first hit of his orgasm spurting out a few inches onto Kat's tongue, then the next few barely pumping out at all, until Kat rubbed his dick towards her and got the last couple spurts to hit her tongue as well.  Then she blew his mind further still by licking him clean, even gently pulling back his foreskin to clean his bare head as well, causing him to moan and shudder hard.  “Ohhhh god, Kat... whuh... why?”

“I told you I liked you, silly. Watching you grow into a pudgy little man gave me a big heart-on for you.” Kat giggled a little. “I mean, you might not be too impressive yet, but I can work with this.” She rubbed his cock a little, making him squirm.  “But, right now, I need to take a shower, I'm all sweaty.  You just sit tight, Russ, I'll be back to let you loose after the shower...”  She grinned at him evilly.  “... maybe.”  She stood up, stretching in front of Russ and letting him see her full glory from the front.  “Alright, off to shower...” She went to turn around, her right side next to Russ... and then suddenly slammed her fist down, and bashed Russ right in the balls again. 

“AWWWRGH!”  Russ hollered and curled up, rolling to his side away from Kat and straining against the handcuffs.  It seemed to hurt even more because his balls were still sensitive from being freshly emptied, and he whimpered and squeaked at the hippo girl weakly.  “D-damn it Kat!  That REALLY hurts!”  

“I know, tubby.  That's why I did it!”  She laughed and wandered off to the bathroom, leaving Russ naked, alone, and helpless on his bed. 

“Damn it... what a day...” 

END CHAPTER 1