Tannim Showing Off His Jewels
by tannim
May 28, 2010

	Tannim glanced at the webcam, the light was on.  A few friends were watching and waving from their own cameras.  He stood up and reached down, bending quite far, until he could grasp his balls as they bounced against his calves.  He lifted them up. The long scrotal column easily reached from his groin to his muzzle with plenty of spare loose skin forming wrinkles along it to stretch even further if he wanted.  Some of his friends made faces of disgust, others seemed rather intrigued, a few were busy recording the stream.

	The dragon held his rope like sack in his left hand a few inches above his testicles and stretched the rest of his scrotum further so that his balls dangled above his muzzle.  He concentrated a bit and his body relaxed a bit more, his ball pouch sagged with the tension eased, and his orbs below his hand sagged lower too.

	Tannim swung his hand left and right slowly, making his eggs swing above and in front of his eyes like a hypnotist's watch.  They swung back and forth in time to his hand slowly drooping lower with the soft male flesh thinning as they stretched a bit further.  At last they brushed against his muzzle and lips and the dragon fondly kissed them.

	He kissed the relatively normal sized testicles for several seconds.  Sucking at the soft sack around them, pressing with his tongue between the twins to make them visibly spread apart.  With the looseness and length of their protective pouch they had plenty of room to move and he enjoyed feeling them shifting inside around a finger or his tongue.  After nearly a minute of kissing and tonguing his nuts, he cupped his them in his right hand and held them at chest height.

	Tannim looked into the camera again before he lolled his long tongue out to dangle directly over them.  The long dragon tongue easily reached them showing perhaps his balls weren't his only long aspect.  Again he licked over the soft, almost stretched taffy looking scrotum, licking the flesh behind his balls rather than around them.  The tongue was thin at first, but grew wider the closer to his mouth.  His scrotum didn't stay fully stretched as he licked. It responded to the attention by tensing and retracting into a much thicker, but still longer than a usual, low hanging sack.

	The dragon had to lower his head a little to run his tongue all the way from balls to groin and back again, seeming to enjoy his own masculine flavor.  His tongue tip traced some of the longer wrinkles of spare genital flesh as he worked but when he got to his sheath he stopped and shook his head.  That wasn't the point of his show and he didn't want to get too distracted with... work.

	Again he licked back to his testicles, his thin tongue tip curled around them, drug over them, made a nice indentation in the still loose scrotal skin with each lick along it.  As he knew would happen  even without wanting it to, his penis swelled and slid suddenly from his sheath like a stallion's would drop and dangle.  It stiffened as he licked and rubbed his jewels so far from his groin.

	He tried to ignore it as his shaft rapidly stiffened.  His tongue wrapped around his nuts and tugged them up out of his hand until they slipped back into his grip.  His cock throbbed hotly against his belly.  His free hand stroked along the length of his nuts, squeezing and tugging to show off the loose resilient skin but still his attention seemed to drift to his throbbing arousal.

	Tannim curled the fingers on his left hand and took a deep breath.  He tensed, he jerked his arm up, he swung hard and SMACKED his balls hard.  Once, Twice, SMACK, three times.  Each strike made him groan at the ache and after the third he sat back down panting.  "Sometimes you just want to spank yourself for no reason other than showing off."

	One the screen he saw a friend holding up sign begging him to smack them some more.  The dragon gripped himself above his testis and lifted them up in front of the camera again.  His friend had jerked himself out and Tannim smirked at the sound before driving his palm into his tender bits again.  The sound of the fleshy slaps came through the microphone clearly as he worked.  His pained grunts and groans mixed nicely with the loud strokes.

	Tannim's eggs swung freely in their soft pouch making the show more exotic as he ignored the building tension and nausea feeling in his gullet.  He paused long enough to allow more scrotal rope to slip through his hands so his balls would have more length to swing around.  It made for slower smacks, but the sight of them flopping about freely made up for it.

	His own erection was ignored the entire session as, strike after slap after smack he gave the show they'd wanted.  He'd enjoyed showed them off.  He was enjoying beating them off.  A bit of ball busting was something he enjoyed, though it was better when somebody else did it.

	Tannim let off a bit suddenly, taking deep breaths.  He could feel himself getting more interested than he'd intended.  The show was only supposed to be a tease and brief show off, but the intense ache and taut gut wrenching feeling from the beating had made his cock drool heavily over his belly.  Each stroke had sent pleasant jolts to his prostate as well as adrenaline.

	He was fully on the edge, and didn't want to deny himself.  With a lustful hiss at the camera he leaned back, spread his legs wider, and drove his fist full force into his tender nuts.  They swung up and around the hand holding them and, after a second, he bent over as though just feeling that agony from the harsh ball beating.

	Tannim jerked back up and back handed his testicles back over his hand, then again, to send them swinging wildly.  His cock tip swelled and drooled precum fully ignored between his legs even as his arm reared back and punched them violently again.  The dragon's abdomen was tight and visibly tightened at the last punch.  Another vicious backhand and his glans flared wide.  His next punch missed, but he swung again and his grip slipped.  His balls dropped to the floor and his leg rose and fell as he stomped on them off camera.

	A powerful jet of cum spurted into the air  from his erection. Then another, and another.  Tannim just gripped his chair, his foot still on his nuts from the stomp while his orgasm flooded him with bliss.  The agony of the ball busting mixed with it delightfully and the pleasure washed it away.  He'd feel it afterward, but it was so worth it for the release.

	His heaving chest took one last deep hard breath before he let it out in a whoosh and slumped a bit.  "Damn, didn't mean to give you that good a show..."  He panted and smiled. "Thanks for watching guys."