Popping the Question: Something Busted, Something Blue

The air was thick with arousal and fear.

At the edge of the bed sat a young male dragon, naked in the afternoon heat. He gripped the sheets with white knuckles, sweat glistening on his chest. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and he panted in quick, shallow breaths.

Between his legs knelt his fiancée — equally naked. The red dragoness had her muzzle wrapped around his cock, her eyes half-closed with contentment as she bobbed up and down on her partner’s length. She rolled his cum-laden testicles in her claws, feeling their heft.

“Ah—!” T’lak let out another shuddering exhale, glancing down at the female. Any moment now, he was about to blow. He watched her work for a moment, almost hypnotized by her slow, steady administrations. “B-…b-baby, I’m close…”

With one smooth [i]slurp[/i], Ajani took his member to the hilt, wiggling her head from side-to-side to swallow down the final inch. The dragoness looked up at him pointedly, smirking around the dick in her muzzle.

T’lak knew what that look meant — the same thing that it meant every time.

[i]Not yet.[/i]

“AhhhHhhh,” he gasped, twitching in her mouth. His claws tore tiny holes in the bedsheets.

Ajani stayed there for another long moment, feeling her lover throb against her tongue. By the time she finally came up for air, allowing the male’s saliva-slicked dragonhood to reemerge into the open, T’lak was practically foaming at the mouth. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm, his balls churning with unspent seed.

“Mmm,” teased the dragoness affectionately. She leaned back for a moment, admiring her handiwork. T’lak’s cock pulsed mere inches from her muzzle, thick and hard and desperate for further stimulation. She blew gently on the stiff rod and watched it spasm. Below, she continued to toy with his ballsac, tracing her claws around his overfilled spunk tanks. Heat smoldered between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together tightly.

“Nnnh—!” gasped the male, staring up at the ceiling. When Ajani had him this riled up, just looking at her was enough to push him over the edge. Her grinning face, her full breasts, her rear and her tail poking out behind her…one glance, and he knew he would drown her in spunk. So instead he tried to distract himself, with thoughts of math or geography or anything else besides his overwhelming need to cum.

Ajani watched him, amused. Over the past few weeks, she had grown quite accustomed to this new ritual: making her fiancé writhe and moan as she worshipped his dick. It had felt a little odd at first, but now that she’d perfected her technique, she had to admit: it was terribly, terribly fun.

However, it was clear that the poor boy couldn’t last much longer. She planted her lips against the tip of T’lak’s cock in a wet kiss, smirking to herself as his thighs twitched in response.

“Thirty more seconds,” she commanded — then swallowed him to the base once more.

“FUCK,” barked T’lak, his voice cracking. The dragon scrunched his eyes shut, hips trembling as he fought the urge to thrust up into her muzzle. Thirty seconds was a long time to last. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—!“

Ajani just kept sucking, determined to break him. Her head pistoned up and down in her fiancé’s lap, eagerly gulping down his length. She kneaded his nutsac, squeezing one testicle in each hand as she coaxed them towards release.

“Aahhh!” As the last of T’lak’s composure melted away, he began bucking involuntarily. His head snapped downwards, and he locked eyes with the female, his own eyes opened wide in warning. “Oh fuck Ajani, fuck, I’m—…I’m cumm—!”

The dragoness blinked in surprise. That had only been fifteen seconds, max. Either she was getting better at this, or he was getting worse.

Regardless, there was only one thing left to do. With a practiced precision, Ajani took each of T’lak’s heavy gonads between her forefingers and her thumb…then bore down with all of her might.

“I’m cummiaaaaAAAAAGGgGGGNNnnn,” wailed T’lak, his cry of ecstasy morphing into a squeal of lament. He jackknifed forwards at the waist, his claws ripping through the sheets as agony tore through his abdomen. Nausea coiled in his gut, building and growing with each passing second as his scaly orbs were violently crushed out of shape.

Ajani concentrated all her strength on those two rubbery spheres, dutifully continuing to squeeze. Carefully, she let her lover’s length slip from her muzzle — slowly, as his steel-hard member was still only a few licks from exploding. His semen-stuffed gonads quivered in her claws like a pair of stress balls, seeking an escape from the tremendous pressure but finding none. A dribble of pre oozed from the tip of his cock, dripping onto her breasts and thighs.

T’lak let out a guttural, wounded moan, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. His own spread thighs trembled, eager to snap shut and protect his flattened testicles — but with Ajani kneeling between his legs, there was nowhere to hide. “AAHHhhh,” he mewled, frenzy and resignation battling in his eyes. His gaze stayed locked on his fiancée as she continued to clamp down on his dragonmakers, slowly crushing away his urge to cum. It was a terrible, familiar feeling…and it was exactly what he had expected from the very start.

The dragoness watched her partner twitch, feeling his plump gonads squish between her fingers. It was his sixth denied orgasm of the day, and perhaps his 50th that week. Honestly, she felt bad — her nonstop teasing and ball abuse was clearly starting to get to him — but what else was she going to do? Let her fiancé blow his load? Not likely.

After all, this was tradition.

—

The red dragons were a happy and peaceful people. In the hills and caves of the north, they had flourished in relative solitude for hundreds of years, passing on traditions from generation to generation. Their villages had prospered, with small but thriving markets that occasionally brought visitors from the beastkin cities of the east.

Red dragon culture could be a bit disorienting to outsiders, though. For one thing, red dragons were constantly naked — the sun glinting off of their bare scales, highlighting their toned muscles and voluptuous curves. Good genetics had gifted dragonkind with strength and with beauty, and the streets were full of well-hung men and wide-hipped women. Unashamed of their sexuality, red dragons were proud to show off their assets for all to see.

While red dragons did have strong taboos about virginity — sex before marriage was SEVERELY frowned upon — most other sexual activity was fair game. Dragons were happy to grope each other in public, exploring each other’s bodies with few reservations. It was common to compliment someone on how nice their ass looked today, to give a friend’s breast an appreciative squeeze, or to give a guy’s ballsac a friendly [i]smack[/i].

In particular, the male genitalia were treated almost like playthings. When walking through a red dragon village, it wasn’t unusual to see a dragoness idly toying with her partner’s cock, or casually punting his balls into his throat. Wavering moans and agonized squeals were the background noise of life. For a red dragon male, it was rare to make it through the day without multiple females getting their claws all over your junk.

To an outsider, all this semi-consensual groping and ballbusting might have looked a bit questionable, but to the red dragons, it was just a way of life. Sure, most males didn’t ENJOY getting hit in the nuts, but when you’d been slugged in the gonads thousands of times over the years, eventually you started to get used to it. Besides, if a female did something particularly terrible to your testicles, she usually wanted to make it up to you later. Some dragonesses even used ballbusting to flirt: crushing their crush’s nuts until they mewled, then offering a blowjob or a titfuck in apology. As males reached adulthood, they quickly grew used to having sore balls and constant hard-ons.

Still, there was one tradition that pushed even red dragon males to their limits — the mating ceremony.

Of all the customs in red dragon society, the mating ceremony was by far the most important, and by far the most grueling. From the moment that a red dragon male became engaged, he was put through a gauntlet of trials: tests to prove his dedication to his future mate. 

For one thing, he was no longer allowed to orgasm: his spunk was to be saved for the day of the ceremony, churning in his overfilled balls. For another, his gonads were constantly abused: kicked, punched, slapped, stomped, and generally battered by every female who crossed his path, and especially by his bride-to-be. For weeks, or even months, the male was expected to endure this onslaught, his balls growing ever bluer and achier in preparation for the big day. Heavy, swollen balls were the sign of a truly devoted male.

The female was expected to show her dedication too — with constant teasing and ballbusting. As frequently as possible, she would bring her fiancé to the brink of orgasm, only to deny him at the last possible moment. Dozens of times a day, she would crush his testicles in her claws, or flatten them across her thigh. This kind of teasing and nut-smashing was a common part of dragon relationships in general, but during the engagement, it was pushed to the max. It was a female’s job to soothe her partner’s addled nerves, even as she revved his spunk-makers into overdrive and then blasted them into orbit. Heavy, swollen balls were the sign of a truly devoted female, too.

And then, of course, there was the mating ceremony itself. After an elaborate ceremony with friends and family, the newlywed couple would retreat into privacy to consummate their mateship. Weeks of constant teasing and ball abuse would culminate in the exhilarating loss of their virginity — and in the excruciating loss of a testicle.

Yes, that was the heart of the tradition: the bride popping one of her husband’s balls. No one knew when or why the tradition had started, but it had been practiced for as long as anyone could remember. Every married male in the village had lost a ball, and every married female had taken one. It was a hell of a price to pay, but at least it put an end to the denial — once a male was reduced to a single testicle, he was once again allowed to cum as much as he wanted.

There was a lot more to getting mated than just the ceremony — bachelor(ette) parties, vows, superstitions, the reception afterwards, the honeymoon — but the pop was the most important part. To any male about to get married, that final climactic ‘pop’ was the first thing on their mind.

—

T’lak had proposed about a month ago.

The male had been thinking about it for a while, of course. He had dated other dragonesses — some who drove his hormones through the roof, some who drove his testicles to the edge of extinction — but no one quite like Ajani. She was smart, and kind, and funny, and beautiful. She loved to cook, as did he. He loved her laugh, and the way she grinned at him while squeezing his cock between her tits. He had even come to love the way she treated his balls: kicking them into his stomach at a whim, then soothing them afterward with stroking and kissing. There were few sensations more intense than your girlfriend sucking your balls immediately after stomping them flat.

There was lots to be nervous about, but lots to be excited about, too. Ajani was his soulmate. If any female was going to burst one of his balls, he wanted it to be her.

She had squealed with surprise and delight, replying with a hug and a “yes”. The next few days had been a whirlwind, as friends, relatives, and total strangers all lined up to offer their congratulations. T’lak lost track of how many different women had given his dick a few pumps and then kneed him in the groin, each female doing her part to help his balls swell a bit larger. Every time, the ache in his dragonmakers grew deeper, and his legs shook beneath him as he squeaked out a strained “thank you”.

Ajani did her part, too. The first night of their engagement, she played with him until sunrise, lavishing his cock and balls with non-stop attention. Every time the male felt ready to explode, she found some new way to bash his scaly pair: squeezing them between her tits, or crushing them beneath her round rear, or chomping down with her frighteningly sharp teeth. Every time, she brought him back down from the brink, only to bring him back up again a few minutes later. Just a day earlier, she gladly would have let the male bust a nut across her backside…but now, every drop had to be saved.

T’lak had made sure to drain his nuts as thoroughly as possible before popping the question, but it was shocking how quickly a dragon’s sac could fill up when every dragoness in town was determined to tease you into a frenzy and flatten your balls. By the end of day three, sex was the only thing the male could think about. As he walked through town, female after female would pause to toy with his genitals, commenting approvingly on his throbbing dick and his rapidly swelling ballbag. When he got home again, Ajani was waiting, eager to spend an hour or three suckling on his iron rod of an erection and pummeling his scaly ‘nads.

Suddenly, T’lak understood commitment in a way he never had before. Every time a different dragoness touched his cock, it was so [i]tempting[/i] to beg her for a few more strokes — just a quick handjob to release some tension. Heck, every time he so much as looked down, he was tempted to find a private spot and jerk one out. But every time, he thought of Ajani and forced himself to refrain.

That said, he had had one mishap so far — about a week in, with Ajani herself. The dragoness had been sitting in her fiancé’s lap, squeezing his cock between her warm thighs, idly stroking the thick length and feeling it twitch in reply. When T’lak had tried to warn her about his impending eruption, it had taken her just a [i]moment[/i] too long to fish out his balls from between his legs and start punching them into pancakes.

As her first punch landed, he had exploded, drenching her chest with a shotgun blast of dragon seed. By the time he had finished, there was spunk everywhere: long, sticky ropes that had splattered against the bottom of her muzzle, and thick white rivulets that ran down her stomach and across her thighs. Ajani couldn’t stop laughing — it was almost like she had punched the cum straight out of his spunk tanks.

T’lak had never felt so relieved, or so guilty. Accidental orgasms weren’t uncommon — most engaged couples had an incident or two — but the dragon had always imagined himself to be better than that. Afterwards, the two of them had rededicated themselves to the process. Ajani refined her technique: slowing down carefully as T’lak approached his peak, and then pounding his testicles with everything she had to bring him back down. T’lak grew more cautious too, providing her with lots of verbal warnings as his arousal grew and grew. Over the following few days, they spent extra time re-filling the poor dragon’s sac, and soon his gonads were more swollen than ever.

It was torture — literally, metaphorically, physically, emotionally. The wedding was still almost two months away, and T’lak wasn’t sure how his balls were supposed to survive that long. Every time Ajani stopped sucking his dick and started crushing his nuts instead, he wondered if she might pop one by accident and accelerate the whole thing. Sometimes, he almost wished for it.

But when she looked up at him at the end of a long night of teasing — stroking his thighs, sucking gently on his traumatized testicles — well, somehow it was worth it. Even with nutache radiating through his gut, no one made him feel happier than Ajani. Together, they could get through anything.

The male would take a deep breath, and somehow he’d make it through another day.

—

It took a lot more ballsqueezing, but eventually T’lak’s thick length began to slump to one side — not soft, but no longer fully hard, either. His orgasm was no longer imminent. The moment had passed.

Ajani loosened her grip slightly, letting her partner’s dragonmakers start to reinflate. In her tightly clenched claws, the two heavy orbs had lost their round shape. Now they were more like deformed donuts, each with a very serious dent in the middle. Her forearms ached from the effort of squeezing for so long.

T’lak simply lay there, trembling weakly and moaning in familiar despair. The dragon had flopped backwards onto the bed, drained of all his strength. He felt almost certain that his plums had just been squeezed into jam — and yet, the two nuclear explosions going off in his abdomen assured him that yes, his spuds had survived intact. Just like last time, and the time before that, and the hundreds of times before that.

The unspent seed in his balls continued to boil.

For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence. Ajani sat back on her heels, watching over her lover as he recovered. She found him strangely beautiful at moments like this — when he was utterly exhausted, completely trusting of her and completely at her mercy. She looked fondly at his cock, observing as it continued to weakly spasm and twitch against his stomach. Just below, his gonads hung heavy in their red-scaled pouch, swelling larger by the second.

She had spent a lot of time appreciating T’lak’s balls lately. They were big, beautiful jewels — satisfying to hold, and to kick, and to empty. In a few months, she was going to destroy one. She wasn’t sure which one yet. Either way, she was going to miss having such a full sac to play with.

After another long moment, the dragoness leaned forward once more. Carefully she wrapped her fingers around his slumping length. T’lak gasped.

“…What do you think?” Ajani cooed, her claws gently stroking him back to attention. “One more round?”

Sweat dripped down T’lak’s chest. He breathed heavily, his body trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation. The nausea in his abdomen was just beginning to fade, but it was still a loud, persistent roar. And despite all that, his dick was already stiffening again, jutting upwards like a bar of iron.

“…I-…I-I can’t,” he admitted finally. His claws curled and uncurled, trying to find an outlet for all the stimulation rushing through his body. “I’m sorry, babe, my balls hurt SO bad—“

“That’s okay!” She nuzzled his erection, giving it an affectionate lick. “Relax, hon, you did great. I’m proud of you.”

“T-thanks,” he groaned, shivering. The aftermath of a thorough tease-and-ballbusting session felt a bit like the flu, appendicitis, and the world’s worst hangover all combined. He was going to need a bit of time to recover.

But apparently Ajani just couldn’t keep her claws off of him. “Um, if I can’t suck your dick…” The dragoness poked her nose against the base of her lover’s ballsac, gently nudging his battered orbs around. “…Can I suck on your balls for a bit?” she asked.

T’lak’s leg twitched at the contact, and a twinge of both pleasure and pain raced up his spine. “Ah! Uh…s-sure,” he replied shakily, craning his head to look down at the female. He watched as her muzzle dipped down out of sight…and then he shuddered as a warm, wet suction suddenly surrounded his bruised gonads.

Ajani closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, taking a moment to revel in her partner’s scent. It was only recently that the dragoness had discovered that denial had a smell — fear and musk and adrenaline. T’lak was so pent-up at this point that she could sniff him from across the room, but up close, he was almost intoxicating.

She rolled his tender testicles on her tongue, her cheeks puffed out to accommodate his oversized orbs. That was how she had first noticed when T’lak’s balls began to swell. Once upon a time, his testicles had fit comfortably in her muzzle — a mouthful, but a manageable one. But now, after a few weeks without an orgasm and hundreds of low blows, she could barely fit both of his nuts in her mouth anymore. Soon she would have to settle for sucking on just one ball at a time.

Of course, soon he would only have one ball to suck on in the first place. Ajani frowned, trying to imagine what her fiancé might look like after losing a gonad. Would he keep the left one, or the right one? Some modern couples decided which nut to pop far in advance, in order to lavish the doomed dragonmaker with extra attention in its final days, but she and T’lak had decided to keep it traditional. There was no telling which testicle would survive their mating ceremony — it would all come down to the heat of the moment.

T’lak lay there quivering, his raging prick still throbbing in search of stimulation. A thin line of precum had begun drooling from the tip of his cock, pooling on his fiancée’s muzzle as she continued to suck on his nuts. He could almost feel the built-up dragon batter churning in his gonads, and Ajani’s gentle suction only coaxed additional ache out of his recently flattened balls. He let out a long, shaky sigh, doing his best to relax.

Ajani’s love of ballsucking was maddening in its own way. As his fiancée, it was her job to constantly tend to his balls, and ballsucking was a smart way to continue doing that when T’lak had otherwise reached his limits. Unfortunately, after so much teasing and ballbusting, even THAT was surprisingly torturous for the poor male. It was less painful than getting his balls beaten, and less agonizingly pleasurable than getting his dick sucked, but it still made his spunk-makers ache and ache, even as it helped to soothe them at the same time. Sometimes, T’lak prayed that Ajani would just leave his balls alone for a few hours, but the dragoness was far too dedicated to her duties, and he would never dare to admit to her just how much he was suffering. Instead, the dragon was forced to make peace with his predicament. He shivered on the bed, claws twitching as she bathed his orbs in her spit.

It was almost like meditation: lying there, trying to empty his mind even if he couldn’t empty his balls. Her gentle sucking sent a deep, rhythmic hurt through his loins, in a swirling mix of agony and desire. Every once in a while, Ajani would accidentally prick one of his spuds with her sharp teeth, and a sharper jolt of nutpain would shoot up his spine. Each time, the dragon forced himself to relax again. If Ajani had really wanted to, she could have chomped down and neutered him at any time — but he trusted her. He needed to trust her. And he needed to accept all of the agonizing things that she was going to do to his balls. That was practically the whole point.

Ajani could sense the change in her partner’s body language as he slowly sunk into the mattress. She tilted her head up, trying to peek at his face. “Hey,” she mumbled affectionately around a mouthful of balls. “Loff uwe.”

“Love you too,” he breathed back. And despite everything, he did.

Sadly, it was just then that Ajani finally noticed the time. The dragoness caught sight of the clock and wrinkled her nose, then spat her fiancé’s testicles into her palm with a gentle [i]plop[/i].

“Shit,” she muttered, rising up onto her knees. “Hon? We’ve got to get going soon — we’re going to be late for dinner with my mom.”

The male groaned, roused from his lethargic state. It felt like entire days had passed. “…That’s tonight?” he coughed.

“Yeah.”  The dragoness leaned forward to plant one final kiss on T’lak’s cocktip, then climbed to her feet. “We told her we’d be at her place by sundown.”

Shakily, T’lak pushed himself up into a seated position, propping his weight on his arms. “…It’s almost sundown?” he continued, incredulous. Their tease-and-denial session had started only an hour or two after lunch.

Ajani smiled and stuck her tongue out. “Yep! Nice job hanging in there, stud.”

T’lak stared at the female as she turned and walked to the side of the bed. Her hips swayed enticingly with each step, and his thick cock throbbed with futile desire.

“Baby, I’m not sure I can even walk right now,” he confessed.

The dragoness winced, biting her lip. “Oof. Well, uh…I can help?” She grabbed a rag from their bedside table, dabbing the precum off of her muzzle. “You’ve gotten pretty good at leaning on me for support.”

The male exhaled. “Yeah, I guess that’ll work.” He gave a wary glance at his own groin. His dick was visibly pulsing, and his gonads were approaching the size of grapefruits, but otherwise his junk looked more-or-less normal — for a dragon groom-to-be, at least. “Just, uh…let’s try to avoid any crowds on the way? I don’t think I could take any more ‘congratulations’ right now.”

“Sure thing,” Ajani giggled. The dragoness bent over to wipe the last of her fiancé’s pre from her chest and her thighs, her tail curling behind her. “Though I’m sure my mom will want to fluff you up a bit.”

T’lak rubbed his forehead. “Obviously.”

“Hey, nothing that you can’t handle.” The female gave him a reassuring smile, holding out her hand. “Now come on — up and at ‘em.”

The dragon grabbed her hand and grit his teeth. “Alright. Let’s do this.”