Standardized Testes

The administrator checked her stopwatch. “One minute down.”

“Hhhhhhf.” Daniel snorted through his nose, trying to stay composed. His bare thighs twitched. So did another, stiffer body part.

Life as a silver dragon was interesting. A quirk of biology meant that silver dragon males were sexually hyper-productive, with heavy balls that produced gallons of cum per day. The average guy had to take time to empty his spunk tanks every several hours, or else the amount of seed stuffed in his balls would start to become physically painful. Going 24 hours without an orgasm was virtually unheard of — the kind of supernatural feat that would take years of intensive training to accomplish.

Naturally, silver dragon society had adapted to this obstacle. Ejaculation breaks were a standard part of the workday, with men expected to take care of business and return to work. (If a guy was close with his female coworkers, usually one of them would be willing to lend a hand…or a mouth, or a pair of tits.) Naturally there was some variation from male to male, so some dragons struggled to make it to each scheduled break, while others had enough stamina to skip the occasional break and endure the testicular discomfort. When visiting a doctor, getting your “stroke count” taken — the number of strokes that it took to bring you to orgasm — was as normal as measuring your pulse or your blood pressure, and a good estimate of how long a male could comfortably abstain between orgasms. (The average male lasted 100 strokes: just about a minute of trained stroking.)

But some jobs didn’t leave enough free time for ejaculation breaks. Some jobs required uninterrupted focus — like being a doctor, where stepping away from a patient in critical condition could cost a life. Dragonesses tended to dominate these professions, since they could reliably work a 12-hr shift, but males were welcome too…

…as long as they could pass the Test.

“75 seconds,” the administrator reported. Her hand continued its trained, steady pumping, gliding up and down the length of Daniel’s pre-slicked cock.

“Haah,” the male gasped, his eyes halfway shut against the pleasure. Daniel had emptied his balls 5 times that morning — and yet here he was, panting heavily, nuts aching with built-up seed.

Daniel had spent four years training for this day: going to med school during the day, then coming home to work on his stamina training. His girlfriend had helped him practice every night, kneeling between his legs and challenging him to hold back his load for as long as possible while she attacked his dick with lewd enthusiasm. The dedicated dragoness had made sure to train his defenses against a variety of sex acts: blowjobs, titfucks, hot-dogging, and (of course) actual intercourse, to name a few. On his best days, the male could survive a solid 5 minutes of fucking — long enough for the dragoness to shudder through several orgasms of her own — but that was only after five or six rounds in a row of getting his balls drained.

But the Test did not involve fucking, or sucking, or even female nudity. It just required a test subject (male, naked, seated in a chair) and a test administrator (female, in uniform, kneeling in front of him). The administrator would stroke his cock in the standardized fashion: firmly, from tip to base and back again, 100 times per minute. The subject’s job was to resist cumming for as long as possible. For most jobs that required “advanced stamina”, a stroke count of 250 was the standard to beat — two and a half minutes of toe-curling, ball-churning orgasm denial.

“90 seconds,” the administrator reported, with a slight smile.

Daniel caught a glimpse of that smile, and immediately regretted it. His dick was already achingly hard, and it THROBBED at the suggestion of a cute dragoness who enjoyed stroking his cock. She must have enjoyed her work, right? After all, she was professional trained in the art of handjobs, and responsible for making dozens of pent-up dragons cum every day—

THROB!

That train of thought was not helpful. Nor was the administrator’s very tight uniform. Nor was the thought of the “celebratory sex marathon” that his girlfriend had teasingly promised after he passed this test…

His nuts felt like they were made of lead — achingly, impossibly heavy. How his body could produce so much cum in just over a minute, he would never know, but as the seconds ticked by, the male could actually FEEL his testicles swelling larger between his trembling thighs. Daniel tried not to move unnecessarily, worried that the sloshing of unspent cum in his spunk tanks might somehow push him closer to the edge.

“Coming up on 2 minutes,” the dragoness reported. Miala, her name was? She was wearing a badge with her name on it pinned to the front of her uniform, but it would have been extremely stupid to look down at a dragoness’s tits while trying to hold back a flood of semen—

TWITCH!

—and it was also extremely stupid to even THINK about a dragoness’s tits in this situation. Daniel moaned, his hips starting to twitch slightly in response to each teasing stroke.

“2 minutes, 200 strokes,” the female confirmed. Her hand slid down again, just BARELY bumping against the dragon’s overloaded nutsac — then slid up, her thumb just BARELY brushing the underside of his trembling cockhead. A spurt of thickened precum splashed onto her bare forearm, dripping down onto her thighs. “50 strokes to go!”

“Haaah!” This time, Daniel couldn’t hold back a gasp of agonized pleasure. He and his girlfriend had trained for YEARS to prepare for this, making sure that he had the stamina to land his dream job — but somehow, in this moment, it was unclear if the male could actually hold the floodgates closed for another 30 seconds. Every muscle in his groin was taut, and he could FEEL the excess cum straining to escape from his swollen balls.

Male doctors who had passed the Test often described it as the toughest two-and-a-half minutes of their lives — and Daniel could definitely see why. Something about the Test was WAY more difficult than holding back an orgasm at home. Maybe it was the high stakes, and the tension of expectations. Maybe it was performance anxiety. Maybe it was the skilled administrator, who was professional trained to make men blow their pent-up loads in as little time as possible. Maybe it was the way that the administrator bore a surprisingly resemblance to his beloved, sexy girlfriend…but with an even bigger ass squeezed inside her tight uniform pants—

THROB!!

“Oh GOD,” croaked the dragon, his cock spitting out another long spurt of alarmingly thick precum. His hands were wrapped around the armrests of his chair, squeezing so tightly that his claws gouged ragged lines in the wood.

“2:15.” The female continued at the same steady pace. She looked down at the male’s hefty nutsac, watching his testicles squirm in place as they struggled to contain their pressurized contents.

The pressure just kept building and building. Daniel stared at the ceiling in an attempt to distract himself from what was happening between his legs, but all he could see were the cumstains from where previous test takers had blasted their sticky loads sky-high. His thoughts drifted back to his girlfriend at home, and the good-luck titfuck that she had given him on his way out the door—

THROB!!!!

The dragon wailed, squeezing every muscle in his groin as tightly as he could. STROKE. He hadn’t been counting strokes, but he knew he had only a few seconds left to endure. STROKE. Just a few more mind-melting moments, trying to keep several gallons of cum in his poor, overworked balls. STROKE. It was absolute hell to endure, but at least it would be over in a few seconds. STROKE. And good thing too, because his nuts felt like they might legitimately explode. STROKE—

TWINGE.

“GAH!”

Daniel cried out as the ache in his left nut suddenly quadrupled, as though he had accidentally sat on the cum-stuffed orb. The dragon let out a warbling moan, shaking in his seat, the wooden armrests splintering in his white-knuckled grip.

The doctor-to-be knew this symptom, both from his medical studies and from his at-home training — a sprained testicle. He had pushed his over-stuffed nut to its limits, and now the fat plum would ache for WEEKS. He grit his teeth and let out a long, high-pitched whine, his tail twitching behind him.

“Five strokes left,” the administrator reported helpfully. The dragoness had a twinkle in her eye as she squeezed Daniel’s engorged length, every one of the veins in his dick bulging with pent-up desire.

“Aahhfghghaa,” the male mewled in reply. He could feel the thick cum starting to force its way through his nut cords. His balls boiled with unspent seed.

“Four…”

Daniel’s dick wept a continuous stream of pre onto the female’s fingers, the fluid physically forced out of his overfilled orbs. There was simply no more room. The pressure in his nuts was unbearable.

“Three…”

TWINGE.

Suddenly the ache in Daniel’s RIGHT nut quadrupled too — another agonizing gonad sprain. The dragon let out a wordless cry, his hips thrusting up into the air as he struggled to hold back two fat testicles’s worth of seed.

“Two…”

Daniel’s mind was broken, and he could no longer keep his gaze averted from the ordeal going on between his trembling thighs. His head snapped downwards to look at his twitching, aching shaft and his churning, gurgling balls…and at the cute, smirking dragoness who kept dutifully pumping away.

THROB!!!!!!

“One,” she purred up at him.

Daniel watched her fingers move in slow motion, his entire body vibrating as he tried to hold back for one more stroke. The base of his cock visibly bulged with spunk. He squeaked as she reached the bottom of her stroke, her wrist bumping gently against his over-sized spunk-tanks. His heart skipped a beat as she dragged her fingers back up his length, inch by agonizing inch, his dick twitching more and more forcefully as she approached the tip…

And then it was done.

The dragoness grinned, leaning back onto her heels. “Ze—!”

SPLURT!!

Daniel roared and burst. A geyser of pent-up spunk exploded from his cock: stream after stream of milky white dragon batter, pumped out in violent spurts that made the male’s whole body shake. The first few shots splattered thickly against the ceiling tiles, leaving behind stalactites of cum that dripped down from above. The rest of his ropes were no less impressive, as a seemingly endless supply of semen erupted from his twitching, throbbing member.

The administrator chuckled quietly to herself, closing her eyes for safety as she was sprayed down by the entire pressurized contents of her test subject’s testes. Within a few seconds, the dragoness was thoroughly glazed in spunk from tits to tail. It dripped down her face; it soaked through her uniform; it collected in a puddle on the floor around her. The female was unfazed, of course — after all, she’d done this a thousand times. She just smiled and waited for the male to finish. With one hand, she continued to give his diamond-hard cock an occasional stroke or two. With the other, she hefted his oversized balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as if to help coax out their contents.

The male shuddered through his overwhelming orgasm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he let out a throaty, guttural moan. His brain struggled to process the flood of signals coming from his overwhelmed groin. He could FEEL his heavy nuts wringing themselves dry, pumping out every last drop of semen as though this were the last chance they would ever have to be emptied. With each spurt, his sprained testicles ached more and more fiercely — as they would for the next several weeks, most likely. His hips bucked sporadically, spasms running through his thighs as his body focused all its efforts on spreading his seed.

Eventually, like all things, it had to end. The great ropes of spunk firing from Daniel’s cock gave way to smaller spurts, and then to a gentle dribble of cum, and then to nothing at all. The dragon’s cock slowly slumped to one side, fully spent but still giving off the occasional hard twitch inside the administrator’s grip.

Daniel had never felt so drained — physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. It took incredible effort just to open his eyes and look down at the cum-soaked dragoness still kneeling between his legs. The sight made his dick throb and fire off one last shot of pent-up semen.

The female wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, then opened them. She looked up at her subject with an amused smirk. “Well, Mr. Kadr, you pass. Barely. Congratulations!”

“Th—…thank you,” Daniel wheezed, still barely able to form a sentence.

“My pleasure. Your pleasure too, I’m sure. Your girlfriend’s a lucky gal.” With that, the dragoness began to stand up. Cum dripped from every inch of her uniform, joining the already large pool at her feet. “I’ll give you a few moments to gather yourself. When you’re ready, come meet me in the next work and we’ll finish filling out the paperwork.”

“Sounds gooOOod,” the dragon gasped, his voice lilting upwards as the female playfully flicked one of his deflated testicles with a finger. Just that light touch reignited a powerful ache in the core of his injured nut. His toeclaws curled, scratching fresh lines in the floor. It was a reminder of just how far he had pushed his limits — a reminder that he would be feeling the consequences of this Test for quite a while.

Daniel watched the administrator walk away, her round ass swaying behind her. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a massive sigh, his whole body sinking into his cum-soaked chair. He closed his eyes, still quivering as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him.

What a day.