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THWAP.

WHUD.

SMACK.

WHAM.

THUMP.

The sounds were familiar, but that didn't make them any less agonizing.

"E-eighty," grunted T'lak, his fists clenched at his sides. Gods, as though eight straight months of blue balls hadn't been enough of a struggle already...

T'lak and Ajani had a strong tradition of starting every day with two things: a nice leisurely edging of his thick morning wood, and several dozen kicks to his handsomely hefty balls. The latter, in particular, had been a staple of their relationship since their very earliest days together. Ajani was a woman of ambitious goals and of reliable routines, and so very quickly she had enlisted T'lak's help in trying to join the so-called "Million Kick Club" - which wasn't a literal club, but rather an informal title for couples who were willing to truly dedicate themselves to the art and science of nutkicking. Joining the Million Kick Club often took an entire lifetime of effort -- at a pace of 50 kicks a day, it could take more than 50 years of daily ballbusting to reach that total -- but that did little to deter Ajani, who intended to spend many, many happy years together with her favorite dragon boy. Besides, she was eager to start flattening her new boyfriend's 'nads ASAP, and what better way to ease into things than by committing to decades of daily ball abuse?

And indeed, now in the 5th year of their relationship (and wrapping up the 8th month of their engagement), Ajani had made quite the habit of booting her fiancé's balls around every morning. It was a natural way to start each day: a healthy bit of lower-body exercise for Ajani, and a healthy reminder to T'lak that his testicles were always capable of aching just a LITTLE bit more than they had the day before.

WHUD.

THUD.

WHAM.

"Ninety!" T'lak squeaked, lifted up onto his toes slightly as his fat nuts were flattened across the top of his partner's bare foot. It was nothing that hadn't happened thousands and thousands of times before, but somehow that knowledge didn't do anything to ease the pain. "F-fuck..."

Ajani paused for a moment. She folded her right leg back, grabbing her ankle in her hand and stretching out her quad for a moment, trying to avoid the tightness that often followed a vigorous nutkicking session. "Hoooo boy," the dragoness exclaimed, flashing an excited grin at T'lak. "We're so damn close now!"

"Ten more to go," the male agreed, trying to ignore the nausea swirling in his abdomen.

"Can you believe we're already about to reach 90K? And then reaching 100,000 kicks should only take a few more months after that!" Ajani lowered her leg, then bounced back and forth a bit between her left foot and right foot, her bare breasts jiggling gently as she limbered up for the remaining punts still to come. "I'm SO glad we doubled our daily kicking quota when we did. Can you imagine how disappointing it would have been to hit the 100K mark right AFTER our wedding, when instead we we could have hit it BEFORE the wedding while you still had both your balls?"

T'lak glanced down warily at his own swollen ballbag. For years, his morning routine with Ajani had been a solid 50 kicks in a row -- but at the start of their engagement, they'd upped that number to a nice round 100. As a result, T'lak was now on track to receive over a hundred thousand kicks in the balls from his gorgeous, loving girlfriend before their wedding ceremony. Just in time, too, given that the climax of that wedding ceremony would involve her turning one of his nuts into peanut butter.

WHUMP.

"Nnngg! N-ninety-one," the male groaned, yet another explosion of nutache going off in his gut.

Still -- if there was one upside of getting his testicles repeatedly flattened first thing every morning, it was that it helped to distract him just a TINY bit from the overpowering, overwhelming horniness that he felt at every other damn minute of the day. For eight straight months now, since the very start of their wedding engagement, Ajani had been filling his balls, leaving them bluer and heavier with every sloppy titfuck and every enthusiastic assjob. She slurped down probably a gallon of his precum per day...and yet in all that time, not a single drop of semen had escaped from his cum-packed spunk tanks.

It was all standard for a red dragon couple, given their culture's strong dedication to testicular trauma -- but regardless of how much T'lak had tried to prepare for it, BOY was it pushing him to his limits. The dragon had watched his balls double, then nearly triple in size, swollen from months of non-stop ballbusting and stuffed to the brim with unspent cum. Every week he seemed to discover a new level of testicular hell, whether it was with his denied dick squeezed ever-so-snugly between Ajani's thighs, or with his overburdened nuts flattened into dinner plates under her peach of an ass. Sometimes it was both at the same time, his crushed balls on the edge of bursting and his rock-hard cock firing off haphazard ropes of not-quite-cum all over his cocktease of a fiancée. Usually the gorgeous dragoness had an orgasm or three of her own, aroused beyond belief by his dick's desperate twitching and the feeling of his spunk-stuffed blue balls squished against her bare scales.

All of which was to say that T'lak's dragon-makers would have ached to their core even if Ajani HADN'T kicked them roughly 25,000 times since his last orgasm.

THUD.

"N-ninety-two!"

WHAM!

"Ninety-threeEEee!"

THWAP!

"Ghh...ninety...four...!"

"Say the full number!" Ajani encouraged. Her ruby-scaled body glistened from head to tail, coated in a light sheen of sweat from the exertion of repeatedly slamming her foot up into her fiancé's ballbag so many times in a row. "We gotta savor these last few ones...it's gonna be a while til the next milestone!"

"O-okay," T'lak agreed, head spinning and testicles aching. Gods, why did she look so HOT when she was trying kick his testicles into his skull? Seeing her so happy and excited almost made it worth it. Maybe. Now if only he could finally blast some rope and cover all those curves of hers in a coat of white...

SMACK!

Another kick came neatly crashing up into his scrotum, and yet another flash of nausea shot through the dragon's abdomen. His stiff cock bobbed from the force of the impact, precum glistening at its tip.

"Ei--...hhh...eighty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety five," the male reported dutifully, his tail twitching behind him.

Ajani visibly shuddered at those words, clearly turned on at the thought. "Fuck," the female exhaled, her own tail curling as she squeezed her thighs together for a moment. "GODS it's hot to hear you actually say the number. Can you believe you've been kicked in the balls THAT MANY TIMES in your life?"

T'lak could VERY much believe that, given the apocalyptic ache radiating from his bashed-up ballsac. In fact, the dragon had to bite his tongue to keep from correcting his fianceé. After all, while Ajani had booted his testicles around that many times, that number didn't include the many, many thousands of additional kicks that he had soaked up from every OTHER red dragoness he had ever met. Their good friend Sha'Ria was certainly responsible for several thousand additional nut-scrambling punts at this point - not to mention his previous ex, who had used his ballbag like a hackysack for most of their relationship, racking up a kick count in the tens of thousands in less than a year. And then there were the casual back-kicks, snap-kicks, and every other type of punt you could imagine from all the assorted ladies around town, from neighbors to shopkeepers to coworkers, all doing their part to ensure that his spunk tanks were as swollen as possible by the end of the day.

It was safe to say that Ajani was the PRIMARY ballkicker in T'lak's life at this point -- especially now that they had upped their daily nutkicking quota to 100 solid blows every morning -- but even so, she had some fierce competition. T'lak suspected that his TRUE "kick count" was somewhere closer to 200K, though he couldn't claim to have as precise a count as Ajani did.

T'lak was so occupied with these thoughts that he completely failed to notice kick #89,996 from Ajani as it came crashing up between his legs.

WHUMP!

"Hhhh!" The male's pupils shrunk to pinpricks for a moment, his brain locking up mid-thought as he received another kick in the dragon-makers that was hard enough to make them rattle around in his skull for a moment. He staggered forwards half-a-step, catching himself before he toppled to the ground. "GOD, my fucking NUTS--!"

"Eighty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-SIX," cooed Ajani helpfully, looking adoringly at her partner.

T'lak gave a trembling groan, both fists clenched at his sides. It wasn't the hardest kick he had ever taken, not by any means, but being unprepared always multiplied the agony. He REALLY couldn't afford that kind of lapse in concentration.

Thankfully, Ajani was doing her best to keep his attention. "You have NO idea how hot you look right now," the dragoness purred, eyes half-lidded as she looked over her quivering wreck of a fiancé. A hand slipped between her legs for just a moment. "Hang in there for me, stud..."

"Yep!" the male squeaked. There were MANY alarm bells going off in the dragon's brain -- some about the structural integrity of his gonads, some about the potential drop in his sperm count, yet more about the threat of spontaneous testicular explosion if he didn't get a chance to empty his balls soon -- but he did his best to ignore them all and be a dedicated mate to his ball-breaking partner.

WHAM!

"EIGGggghty-nine thousand," gasped T'lak, "nine hundred ninety-seven...!"

Ajani's hand continued to linger near her clit. "THAT'S my fucking stud," she growled, hunger in her voice. "FUCK I wish I could kick the cum out of you--!"

WHAM!!

That next kick had come more quickly than T'lak had expected. Again the male struggled to stay upright, the agony of the impact made even stronger by his lack of readiness. Still, the horniest part of his brain managed to latch onto Ajani's words, immediately conjuring a fantasy of the dragoness drenched in his long-denied spunk, glazed in sticky white ropes that coated her chest and her face and her thighs, pooling in a puddle at her feet. He could still faintly remember how goddamn good it felt to actually cum. Or at least, he was pretty sure he still remembered. He had spent a LOT of the last eight months dreaming about it, after all.

T'lak was still soaking in his fantasies as he watched Ajani pull her thick thigh back for another low blow, her muscles bulging subtly with potential. With his mind half-scrambled and his testicles even more so, the male couldn't help admiring her naked curves, his eyes tracing the round swell of her hip before drifting towards the glistening spot between her legs--

THUD!

Those fantasies were shattered as her foot slammed home yet again: another STRONG blow, hard enough to lift T'lak up onto his tiptoes. By contrast, the male's nuts were thankfully NOT shattered -- though boy did it FEEL like his fiancée was putting fresh cracks in his nearly-popped pair. The dragon could feel a tiny twinge deep in the heart of his right nut, in a spot where an orgasming Ajani had once squeezed his ball so hard that her claws nearly touched in the middle.

The only thing that Ajani seemed to be feeling, on the other hand, was excitement. "Eighty-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-eight," she cooed with satisfaction, lowering her long, strong leg to the floor, "and eighty-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine."

T'lak's cock gave a plaintive throb. "O-one to go!" he squeaked.

"Mmnnh." The dragoness squeezed her thighs together hard, clearly buzzing with anticipation. Her eyes went to her man's face -- then down to his massively swollen ballbag and his raging erection -- then back to his face again. "Gods, baby, I love you SO much--!"

"I love you too," he croaked -- and meant it. There was a reason he had chosen to put his testicles through hell for this woman. It was because she was worth it. Even if it was gonna cost him a nut.

"...Full-force?" Ajani asked breathlessly. Her gaze was locked once more on her partner's battered ballsac, no doubt remembering some of the many, many other times she had booted those perfect plums around.

T'lak shivered at the thought, honestly feeling a little uncertain if he could take a maximum-strength kick at a moment like this...but regardless, he nodded with a groan. "Yeah."

"A-are you sure?" Ajani bit her lip, her expression half nervousness and half arousal. "I mean...w-what if I pop one?"

T'lak's iron cock gave another desperate throb, spitting a rope of thickened precum across the floor. "...Then you pop one," the dragon exhaled, his nuts churning at the thought. Honestly, 8 months into his engagement and 8 months into an endless edging streak, the idea was almost starting to sound appealing. Almost.

The thought clearly made Ajani's heart flutter too. The dragoness blushed, a hand starting to drift back towards her sex...but then she shook her head, and shook out the rest of her body as well, loosening herself up in preparation for the morning's final and most important punt. She planted one hand on the curve of her hip, drumming her claws against her scales as she took a step back to line up her shot. "Ha! Okay. Okay. Let's do this. No holding back."

It was staggering to think that the 99 other kicks in the gonads that T'lak had received this morning were NOT full-force, given how thoroughly they had already rearranged his testicles...but as T'lak had gradually come to learn, when it came to ballbusting, it could always get worse. He watched his future wife stretch out her leg once more, first pulling her ankle back behind her, then bending forwards to stretch out her hamstring. His denied dick twitched needfully at the sight, trying to find something to enjoy despite the maelstrom of nutache. Her naked body glistened lightly with sweat, from the graceful arc of her shoulders to the sensual swerve of her tail, her every curve seemingly designed for maximum cockteasing and maximum testicular trauma.

T'lak was fully intoxicated by this woman, and he always would be.

"Keep those legs spread," Ajani reminded him, a glimmer in her eye -- and then before he could answer, she was in motion, taking two quick strides forward, her thick right thigh bulging with corked-up power as she cocked her leg back, then her bare foot EXPLODING forwards so fast that T'lak could barely--

WHUMPF!!

--even see it as it collided with his nutsac, a hint of a CRUNCH buried in there among the other noises as his testicles were pounded flat against his pelvis and the rest of his body was lifted entirely off the ground. T'lak's gaze started to swing down towards his groin, where it seemed entirely possible that his dragon-makers had just been annihilated -- but before he could get there, he found his attention captured by the slow-motion shockwave that was now traveling up Ajani's leg, rippling up her thigh before seemingly dissipating across her chest, her perfect tits bouncing almost gleefully from the raw force of the blow. His stiff cock, sent bouncing by the same blow, fired off a lengthy spurt of precum in appreciation, painting Ajani from collarbone to midriff in not-quite-cum.

And then the pain hit.

T'lak had come close to being neutered more than a few times at this point, and so in a sense, he should have been prepared -- and yet, there was never REALLY a way to prepare for the sensation of your spunk-makers nearly coming apart at the seams. Raw male agony tore through his gut like claws through a wet paper bag. As his gaze snapped back down to his own crotch, he could see what were presumably two intact testicles bulging outwards across the top of his partner's foot...but every nerve ending in his genitals was insisting loudly that his plums had just been reduced to a fine purée. His cock coughed up another impressive rope of pure pre, this one arcing over Ajani's shoulder, an instinctual attempt to pass on his genes as the woman he loved came damn close to castrating him. Another especially sharp twinge of agony cut through the core of whatever remained of his right nut -- again, in that same spot where Ajani and Sha'Ria had utterly scrambled his 'nad in their claws all those months ago, on one of the last few occasions where the poor male had been "lucky" enough to cum his brains out.

"FuUUuck," the dragon mewled, his voice a tortured falsetto.

"90K." Ajani purred the words with satisfaction, halfway between a sigh and a moan. She let her foot linger for just a moment, buried in her lover's crotch, his fat, flat balls quivering against her toes. T'lak's dick gushed another jet of precum across her shin, leaving it slick and shiny with his liquid frustration. She reached up to give one of her breasts a healthy grope, tracing a claw idly across her nipple as she savored this special moment.

Muscle memory had helped to keep T'lak on his feet for a few seconds, but even with years of experience as Ajani's favorite ballbustee, there was only so long that a male could stay standing after a kick like that. The dragon's legs wobbled beneath him for a moment, and then a moment later he was down on his knees, collapsed in a heap, his swollen ballbag pooled between his trembling thighs. "Gods, Ajani," he croaked, his head swimming from the raw intensity of it all. He tried to find more words to say, but truly, the ache in his endlessly battered blue balls was all but indescribable. A little voice in the back of his head reminded him once again that his testicles were living on borrowed time, and that it was only a matter of months before Ajani collected on that debt.

A second later, Ajani joined her fiancé on the floor, still glowing with gratification and clearly more than a little flushed. She pressed her bare body up against his, hoping to provide some encouragement and comfort as her lover let out another uniquely male groan. "Ohh man...I REALLY fucked your boys up, huh?" she swooned, her voice still thick with desire. The dragoness's left hand had some important matters to attend to between her legs, but she reached out with her right hand, gently snaking it in between T'lak's trembling arms. "Here babe, let me check 'em out..."

It took a moment, but eventually T'lak summoned the resolve to stop shielding his groin, uncurling from his crumpled position just a bit in order to give his partner access to her favorite playthings. He let out another shuddering moan as she gently hefted his dragon-makers in her fingers, as even that light touch set off an additional wave of nausea in his gut. "Y-you REALLY weren't holding back with that l-last one," he coughed, as he felt the female trace her claws around the orbs she had just so thoroughly flattened.

"No I wasn't," she murmured, "cuz I know you can take it." She scooted closer, affectionately intertwining the tip of her tail with his. "I give you my all, baby! Every time. That's a promise."

"Well, n-not EVERY time, I hope," he wheezed, chuckling weakly. His tail twitched against hers, just as his still-raging erection twitched and fired a short spurt of pre across Ajani's forearm. "I mean, w-we do want my balls to survive until the wedding, right?"

Ajani paused at that, side-eyeing her husband-to-be. "Aww, hon. You know I'm not gonna neuter you, right?"

T'lak exhaled shakily, trying to ignore the throbbing in his groin. "Oh, I knooooooooohhhh!!"

"Not after all the little lessons we've gotten from Sha'Ria, anyway." Ajani had isolated her lover's left gonad in her claws, and now those claws quickly tightened around the over-stuffed orb, until she could feel that fat nugget of masculinity Quivering between her fingers. "Your balls are gonna be juuuuust fine."

"B-babe?" squeaked the male, his voice suddenly a strained falsetto. His cock throbbed again, a thicker burst of precum this time that splattered halfway up Ajani's bare arm. His body demanded that he curl back up into the fetal position, but the dragon did his best to remain still, worried that any sudden movement might put his pent-up plums in even more danger.

"Don't worry, hon, I'm not gonna pop anything accidentally." The dragoness traced her thumbclaw across one bulging bubble of cum-stuffed nutmeat, as though tracing a needle over the surface of a balloon. Her other hand remained buried between her thighs, and the dragoness squeezed those thighs together tightly, biting her lip as she toyed with her clit. "No, when I burst one of these babies it's gonna be FULLY intentional. And you're gonna blow the biggest load of your life."

"My nut!" squeaked T'lak, his eyes wide and unseeing as his ball became increasing less ball-shaped. The male swore he could hear a few quick and quiet CRK noises come from inside Ajani's vice-like grip, and he clutched ineffectively at her arm, hoping she would take the hint and ease off before she turned his spunk-stuffed nut into peanut butter. "HooOOOHHHhh babe doN'T POP--!"

Thankfully, just as quickly as Ajani had started to squeeze the life out of his testicle, she decided to stop. Shifting her grip, she allowed the half-crushed spunk tank to squirt free, the trembling testicle fleeing from its prison and escaping to another part of the dragon's ballbag. Another shot of not-quite-cum fired from his thick length, this time so hard that it splattered across the female's shoulder and collarbone.

"Oh fuck," mewled T'lak, half in delirium and half in relief.

"Oh FUCK," growled Ajani -- and then suddenly she was in motion, shifting positions, finding a spot between her man's legs, leaving behind a small puddle where she had been sitting before. Sweat glistened on her curves as she steadied herself with a deep breath. "Okay, okay, fuck, I KNOW I need to give your balls a break, so um...so look, I'm just gonna choke on your dick for a minute while I jill myself silly. Okay?"

"O-o-"

"Okay," the dragoness answered for herself, not even waiting for T'lak's full reply. Smoothly she pried his trembling legs apart, revealing her prize in all its thick and throbbing glory. On her hands and knees, the female let out a quiet and desperate whimper, her pussy burning with need as she took in the sight. One hand flew back between her legs, the female leaning forward onto one elbow as she plunged two fingers deep into her dripping sex. Ohhh how she wanted to spear herself on that mighty length -- and to feel those fat fucking balls squishing between her toeclaws. But that would have to wait a little longer...just a few more months, until a very, VERY special wedding night.

"GODS I love you," Ajani gushed, her heart pounding -- and then she dove forwards, swallowing her lover to the hilt.

"I l-love you tooOOoooOOoooo," the male warbled, an eyelid twitching as his fiancée greedily gulped down his length. Shakily, he reached out to grab his wife-to-be by the horns, trying to anchor himself as overwhelming pleasure and impossible agony swirled together in his groin. Exhaustedly he looked down at Ajani, his eyes automatically falling to the curve of her upraised rump, watching the way her tail curled and uncurled as she began feverishly masturbating. Somewhere deep in his groin, amidst all the other layers of nutache, he could feel his eight-month-old blue balls start to churn again. The battered orbs did their best to respond to his partner's urgent and talented sucking, despite the eight months of unspent cum already packed into each swollen nut. One of these days, he would pump her full of every last drop. One of these days.

His poor balls had been through a lot -- and there was still a lot more yet to come. With a loud, shuddering groan, T'lak sat, and ached, and observed, and did his best to endure it all.