# Unauthorized

## How about a red dragon is caught masturbating during NNN and his wife punishes him with hour of gruesome ballbusting?

“…You jerked off, didn’t you?”

Janko froze, sitting on the edge of the bed. Nervously he stared at the ceiling, studiously ignoring the naked dragoness that knelt between his legs with one hand wrapped around his dripping cock and the other around his swollen ball. “Uh…”

Pala huffed at him, playful but disappointed. “Come on hon, did you think I wasn’t going to notice?” She rolled her husband’s lone testicle between her claws, feeling the heft of the bloated orb. “I know this nut like the back of my hand. It was heavier yesterday. And firmer, too.” To illustrate her point, she squeezed the tender orb harshly between two fingers, frowning as the rubbery sphere gave way a bit too easily.

The male squealed as his wife skewered his tender testicle on her claws, turning the cum-stuffed orb into a donut shape. His legs kicked out to either side of Pala’s body as she casually scrambled his egg, rearranging his genetic material into new and unnatural shapes.

“OKAY!” Janko bucked in place, agony racing up his spine like lightning. “OKAY, OKAY, YOU’RE RIGHT!!!”

“Knew it.” Pala released her grip, watching her hubby’s ball spring back into its usual round shape after a moment. She slapped it half-heartedly, earning another yelp from the male it was attached to. “Baby, why? You were more than halfway there!”

Janko knew exactly why. It was November 18th — 18 days since his last orgasm. 18 days since he had last painted his wife from head to tail in thick ropes of dragon seed. 18 days that she had spent toying with his cock: licking him, stroking him, riding him, and generally making sure that his cock stayed as hard as a diamond from morning ‘til night. Sure, she had denied him before — for almost six months leading up to their wedding day — but at least then he had been distracted by the constant, dizzying abuse of his soon-to-be-half-empty scrotum. It was easily the worst case of blue balls that the male had ever had, but that struggle had been overshadowed by the impending “pop” of one of his testicles, and his married life to follow.

But now — his first November as a married man — there was nothing for Janko to think about except the deep, deep ache in his blue, blue ball. His one fat dragon nut grew fatter by the day, overflowing with pent-up spunk. By the end of the first week, it throbbed constantly, as though it had been recently squeezed. By the end of the second week, it felt like a lead weight, bouncing painfully between his thighs. And earlier today, during his morning shower, the dragon had been unable to resist the temptation any longer. His cock felt almost foreign in his hand — painfully hard, and so damn THICK with need. It was less than a minute before he sprayed a stringy shotgun blast of spunk across the shower door. Several weeks of hand-teased dragon batter was washed down the drain as the male stood there panting, his ball throbbing a bit less painfully than before.

“I-I’m sorry,” Janko confessed, still shuddering in pain as Pala kept her claws wrapped tightly around his lone spunk-maker. “I was trying to hold back, but this morning in the shower I just…I just couldn’t help myself.” He looked down at his wife, trying to ignore how much he still wanted to cum all over her and instead focusing on the disappointed expression on her face. “I’m sorry if I let you down, I just REALLY needed to blow.”

Pala frowned, but nuzzled his dick affectionately. “Then you should have just ASKED me, hon. If you want to cum that bad, I can make you cum.”

The male blinked in surprise. “R-really?”

“Well yeah! But if you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum at a price. And since you already came without permission…” The dragoness stood up, folding her arms across her chest. “Get up. Sit down on the floor and spread your legs.”

Janko hesitated briefly, but did as he was told, eager to repay his debt. “What are you…?” he asked cautiously, lowering himself until he was seated at his partner’s feet.

The female smiled dangerously, tracing a toeclaw along her husband’s stiff length before setting her foot down atop his aching testicle. She leaned forwards just a bit, murmuring appreciatively as she felt the orb begin to squish outwards beneath her weight.

Janko inhaled sharply, fresh ballpain blooming in his gut. “H-honey?” he asked, the pitch of his voice spiking nervously.

“You wanted to empty your ball, right?” Pala winked at him playfully. “Well then let’s make sure it’s really empty.” And with that, her other foot came off the floor.

The male bellowed in agony as his gonad was crushed under his wife’s full weight, immediately abandoning its round shape. Bubbles of nutmeat bulged out from between the female’s toeclaws, seeking an escape from the tremendous pressure. Pala could feel a hint of a Quiver coming from the utterly flattened orb — a warning that her husband’s spud was being stressed to its limits.

“P-PALA!” mewled Janko. “Y-YOU’RE GONNA POP—!”

“I’m not gonna pop it,” the dragoness reassured him, watching carefully as her husband’s surviving testicle squished between her toes like clay. Her tail curled behind her, helping her maintain her balance. “I know your limits, babe. I just want to make sure your nut is REALLY empty. And look, it’s working!”

Sure enough, a few thick white drops of dragon spunk had splattered across the female’s ankle, forced involuntarily to flee the male’s mangled testicle. As Pala shifted her weight ever-so-slightly, a few more viscous drops of sperm dribbled from the tip of Janko’s raging erection, pooling at the base of his cock.

“Niiiiiice and empty,” the female purred. “Let’s spend an hour or two making sure your ball has REALLY been drained. And then we’ll have two weeks to fill it back up again…”