[b]Anonymous asked:[/b] Can we get some really intense, really long term denial and teasing? 

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“How long has it been since you last had sex?”

The lioness purred contentedly, naked as the day she was born. She crossed her bare legs. “About an hour before we got here.”

Pencil scratched against paper. “And Alonzo, how long has it been since your last orgasm?”

The wolf shuddered in exhausted resignation. His erection throbbed in the open air, his testicles slung between his spread thighs like a pair of lead grapefruit. “E-eight and a half years.”

Cassandra blinked. As an extreme sex therapist, she was used to seeing lots of unusual cases, but the difference between the sexually-satisfied feline on her left and the blue-balled canine on her right was incredibly stark.

“I…I see.” The vixen scribbled down a few more notes on her clipboard. “And have you been sexually active during all that time?”

“For the last seven years! Ever since we got married.” Nora gave her husband a sympathetic smile, her paw sliding into his lap. “For the first year and a half we were just dating, and I asked him to save himself until our wedding night, but ever since then we’ve been fucking like rabbits.”

Alonzo groaned as his wife curled her fingers around his thick shaft, giving the diamond-hard length a few slow strokes. “Y-yes, we…haah…we have sex m-m-multiple times a day, most days.”

“And you’ve never had an orgasm in ALL that time?” Cassandra asked, skeptical.

“Nope,” Nora confirmed, shaking her head. “Believe me, I spend HOURS every day trying to make him cum. He always acts like he’s ABOUT to blow, but he never actually DOES.”

The wolf nodded miserably, watching his partner’s paw move up and down as she idly stroked his cock. Already, pre was starting to drip from the tip of his dick, leaving a glistening puddle on the leather bench. “S-she tries, and I’m always SO horny, but I just can’t finish. Fuck, my balls ache SO BAD.” He gave the therapist a plaintive look. “Th-they feel like they’re going to burst!”

“Interesting.” Cassandra made a note of that, writing “[i]Testicles about to burst?[/i]” and circling it for future reference.

“We came to you because we’re not sure what to try next.” The lioness wrinkled her snout. “I mean, I’ve tried every sex thing I can think of to make him blow his load.”

“Can you list them for me?” the therapist asked.

Nora looked up at the ceiling in thought, continuing to play with her husband’s steel-like erection. “Let’s see. Handjobs, blowjobs, titfucks, assjobs, missionary, doggie-style, cowgirl, reverse-cowgirl, upside-down-cowgirl, mating press, anal, pawjobs, thighjobs, 69…uh…vibrators, roleplay, bondage, porn, drunk sex, spanking, sexting, threesomes…” The lioness paused, trying to think of more acts that she had forgotten. “I know I’m forgetting a bunch more. And that’s just this week!”

“She wakes me up with a blowjob every morning,” the male confirmed, “but we both give up after 30 minutes or so. I’m always SO FUCKING CLOSE, b-but I just can’t…” Alonzo gave a mournful sigh, trying to ignore the horrible nutache that had occupied his gut for most of his adult life.

Cassandra furrowed her brow. “Hm. You mentioned earlier that Alonzo ‘saved himself’ for the year and a half before you got married. What did you mean by that?”

The lioness smiled in recollection. “Well, we were both incredibly horny, so we still spent a lot of time together naked, but he promised me that he wouldn’t cum. I still played with his dick a LOT, but we’d always stop if he got too close to the edge.”

The wolf coughed. “After you edged me for an hour or two, you mean.”

Nora chuckled. “True. You just look so cute when your dick starts twitching!” The female leaned in slightly, peering down at the stiff length throbbing in her paw. “Though at this point, I guess your dick has been twitching for the better part of a decade.”

“Very, very interesting.” Cassandra looked up from her notes. “Well, I think I have a theory.”

“You do?” responded husband and wife, both clearly surprised.

”Yes. You see, if a male spends enough time hanging on the edge of orgasm – say, a full year of edging without emptying his testicles – it’s possible for the pipes to get a bit clogged.” The vixen reached for a medical text on her bookshelf. “It’s extremely rare, but there are a few cases where a male’s testicles effectively ‘calcified’ after backing up with several years’ worth of semen.”

Alonzo’s mouth hung open in surprise. “You-…you think my balls are CLOGGED?”

The therapist shook her head, flipping open the book she had grabbed. “Er…actually no, sorry, I shouldn’t have used that description. A more accurate description would be that they’ve become sort of…fossilized. Solidified.”

”Your nuts HAVE always felt really firm,” Nora murmured. Her paw drifted lower, hefting one of her partner’s massive gonads.

The wolf shuddered, ache spreading through his abdomen from even the gentlest fondle of his impossibly blue balls. “W-well yeah,” he replied, “but I always assumed that’s because they were stuffed full of EIGHT YEARS’ worth of cum. Every time you get me to the edge, they always feel like they’re about to explode.”

The lioness gave her husband’s testicle an exploratory squeeze, feeling the orb deform ever so slightly between her fingers. Alonzo squawked in reply, bending forwards as though it would help him protect his long-abused testicles, but the female took no note of it, continuing to examine his pent-up plum.

“If what you’re saying is true,” Nora continued, “then what can we do to fix it?”

Cassandra had found the page she was looking for in her book. “Well, there are two primary types of therapy used to address this,” she explained. “Percussion therapy, and compression therapy.”

“W-what’s percussion therapy?” squeaked the wolf, still twitching as Nora gently worked over his left pup-maker.

“Percussion therapy involves forceful, repeated blows to the testicles, usually via kicking or kneeing.” The therapist glanced at Nora’s powerful legs. “Any time that you’re getting ready to have sex, Nora should kick you in the testicles first, in order to stir up their contents. Over time, that should loosen up the contents of your testicles and allow you to orgasm normally.”

“You want her to kick me in the balls every time we have sex?” the male asked in disbelief.

Cassandra nodded. “10 to 20 times before each sex act.”

Nora tilted her head to one side. “Fascinating.” She rolled one ankle thoughtfully, as though imagining a kicking session right there in the therapist’s office. “Makes sense.”

Alonzo tried to ignore the growing ache in his groin as his wife continued slowly mauling his tortured nut. “W-what about compression therapy?” he asked hopefully.

Cassandra nodded knowledgeably. “Well, compression therapy is all about crushing, usually with body weight. The simplest method would be for Nora to spend a minute or two standing on your testicles before each time you have sex. Again, that should help to loosen up any calcified sperm and eventually allow you to orgasm.”

The male went even paler, trying not to imagine how it would feel to have his blue balls flattened under his wife’s footpaws. “Y-you’re kidding me.”

“I dunno, hon, that sure sounds reasonable to me.“ Nora looked her husband in the eye. “And before we came here, we both said we were willing to try just about anything if it’d help you finally cum.”

Alonzo’s ears flattened against his head. “I-I know, but–”

Nora looked back at the therapist. “Which would you recommend, doc? Percussion or compression?”

The vixen shrugged. “Honestly, I’ve never seen such a bad case of anorgasmia. If I were you, I’d do both. And of course, I’d keep up your current level of sexual activity – keep him as sexual stimulated as possible.”

“Got it.” She gave her husband’s nut a harsher squeeze, earning a choked mewl from the wolf. “And how long should it take to start seeing positive results?”

“Hm…given the length of his orgasm drought, I’d expect it to take at least a few months before you see any signs of progress.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I’d keep it up for at least a year. If he still hasn’t had an orgasm at the 10-year mark, then come back to me and I can refer you to another sex therapist.”

“Perfect.” The lioness beamed happily. “Hear that, Alonzo? Just one more year of blue balls and ballbusting, and you might finally get to cum!”

The wolf gave a pitiful whine.