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It was the end of the workday, and T'lak was VERY tired.

As a metalsmith, the dragon was used to long, hard days of physical labor. It took tremendous focus and stamina to work in a forge: first heating up a piece of iron until it was almost ready to melt, then using practiced strength to pound it flat with crushing hammer-blows. T'lak prided himself on the quality of his work, and creating quality pieces took a lot of time and effort. By the end of the average workday, the male felt both mentally and physically drained, his nude body covered in a sheen of sweat. He was ready to relax.

But now that he was engaged, the red dragon male was discovering new limits to just how exhausted he could feel.

Work at the forge was as strenuous as always...but now he also had to contend with the deep, throbbing, constant ache that radiated from his swollen ballbag. It had been more than two months since T'lak and his mate-to-be Ajani had gotten engaged, and in that time, she had spent countless hours pushing his testicles to their absolute limits. She had brought him to the edge of orgasm hundreds of times -- never allowing him to spill his pent-up load, of course -- and flattened his 'nads at every available opportunity, crushing his spunk-filled orbs in dozens of different ways. Any time the two were together, she insisted on playing with his junk: either idly stroking his cock as it drooled precum onto her fingers, or roughly squeezing his nuts in her claws, earning gasps and squeaks from the tormented male.

After all, that was the duty of any good dragoness bride-to-be. In order to prepare her mate for the traditional mating ceremony, she needed to put his dragon-makers through hell. For months, she would abuse his balls non-stop, preparing her lover's sensitive orbs for their wedding day. And finally, when they got married and consummated their love, she would destroy one of his testicles for good and drain his remaining ball dry. Just a typical red dragon wedding.

At first, T'lak had hoped that work might be the one place where he could take a break from his near-constant ball abuse. Unfortunately, that had turned out not to be true. Ajani made a point to come visit him during his lunch breaks: sucking his dick until he babbled and begged for release, then punching the cum back into his over-stuffed orbs. And even when she was away, there were other females around to help pick up the slack and keep him well-plumped. Other dragonesses at the forge made a point to grab him by the cock and give him a few affectionate pumps, or to punt his nuts into his rib cage when the opportunity presented itself -- all the standard methods of congratulating a guy who was engaged to be married.

Today had been particularly rough. Ajani had kept him up late the previous night with a midnight marathon of denial, and the male had found himself in a horny, blue-balled haze ever since (even after a dozen ball-thumping knees to the groin). T'lak had spent the morning fantasizing about his fiancée's tits, then spent his lunch break with his twitching cock sandwiched between her tits, and then spent the afternoon leaking precum, his balls now bluer than ever. The urge to simply reach down and jerk himself off was almost overpowering, but T'lak resisted. He wanted to prove himself, to both his mate and his community. Instead, he tried to take out his sexual frustration on his work, grunting with exertion as his hammer came crashing down again and again.

Thankfully, he did have one thing to look forward to at the end of the day: a drink.

--

T'lak strolled into the bar -- or waddled, more accurately, taking care not to distress his orange-sized testicles any more than was necessary. His cock bounced in front of him with each step, permanently half-erect. He glanced around the room, searching for familiar faces.

"Over here!" called a youngish-looking male sitting at a high top table. Next to him, a stouter, sturdier dragon smiled and gave a casual wave.

T'lak slowly made his way over to join them. "Hey guys." Carefully he took a seat on a barstool, spreading his thighs as wide as possible to leave room for his swollen 'nads. "Good to see ya."

"You made it!" Kirin remarked.

"Any trouble on the way?" asked Hato.

T'lak shook his head. "Just a slap and a squeeze from Nara Kis'mal. Nothing I'm not used to at this point."

Hato chuckled. "Fair enough."

Kirin and Hato were two of T'lak's closest friends. The trio had known each other for years, and in that time they had shared some highs, some lows, and even some ex-girlfriends. Other than Ajani, there was no one in the world who knew T'lak better.

Hato was a married man, with the missing ball to prove it. He and T'lak had been friends since they were kids, growing up just a few houses apart. He had broad shoulders, a muscled torso, and a booming laugh. These days, he helped oversee agriculture and harvesting, making sure there was a steady supply of food for the growing dragon population. His mate Naimi was one of Ajani's good girlfriends, and together the four of them had gone on quite a few double dates, both before and after Hato's left nut had been obliterated.

Kirin was a few years younger than T'lak, and a bit of a ladies' man. On any given day, there were a variety of dragonesses who might give his gonads a flirtatious punt, or pump his dick until he spilled his load in great thick spurts. He was a bit tall and a bit thin, with big blue eyes and a whip of a tail. He and T'lak had first met in the marketplaces, where Kirin ran a shop selling various useful tools and trinkets. As T'lak's closest male friend with a full pair of testicles, Kirin had agreed to be T'lak's best man -- potentially signing himself up for his own healthy serving of ball abuse.

A waitress approached the trio, balancing a tray of drinks in one hand. Her bare hips swayed from side to side, and her toeclaws clacked across the wooden floor. "Hey T'lak," she said, greeting him warmly.

"Hey Salna," he replied. His eyes lingered on the space between her thighs for a split second, then snapped upwards to meet her amused grin. "Could I have a pint of-"

"The usual?" The female smiled, grabbing a glass from her tray and setting it down in front of him. "Already got it. It's on the house."

T'lak tried to protest. "Oh come on, I should pay you-"

She shook her head. "No no, I insist!" The nude dragoness slid closer, giving his shoulder a supportive squeeze. "I know how hard you're working right now. Anything to support a groom-to-be!"

The male blushed, his cock twitching slightly in response to her close proximity. "Well...thanks, I appreciate-"

THUD.

T'lak let out an involuntary squeak as Salna's fist came slamming down between his legs, crushing his cum-stuffed gonads between her knuckles and the hard wood of the stool. With nowhere to escape to, his testicles soaked up the full force of the blow. Fresh agony exploded in his gut, and he jackknifed forward, his eyes wide in surprise.

Just as quickly, the female's hand snaked upwards to give his thick cock two friendly strokes -- then she untangled herself from his groin, stepping away. "Congrats on your engagement~!" she sang cheerfully, then turned and headed off to help the next table.

"Haaah...th-thanks," moaned T'lak, shuddering through the pain. Through squinted eyes, he watched the dragoness stroll across the room, her round rump and long tail swaying behind her. His denied dick gave a futile throb of desire.

Kirin winced in sympathy, but Hato just gave a knowing chuckle. "You should have seen that coming," he noted.

"Yeah," T'lak acknowledged, claws now latched around his bruised spunk-makers. "Fuuuuck."

Hato laughed. "Well, at least you've got a drink now." He raised his glass. "Come on, let's make a toast. A good stiff drink for a good stiff dragon!"

"I'll cheers to that," chimed in Kirin, raising his glass.

T'lak exhaled shakily. "Ch-cheers," he groaned, reaching weakly for his drink and clinking glasses with his buddies.

As Kirin and Hato swallowed down their first few swigs of beer, T'lak took another moment to recover from his latest testicular trauma. Eventually he managed to pry one hand away from his groin and join them, cradling his drink in one hand and his balls in the other.

"So, uh..." Kirin cleared his throat. "Surprise congratulations aside, how are you doing?"

"Oh, you know. I'm, um...I'm okay I guess?" T'lak gave an unconvincing smile.

"Ha!" Hato leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "That bad, huh?"

"...okay yes I'm going INSANE," T'lak admitted, slumping in his seat. He pondered his beer glass for a moment, trying to ignore the deep, persistent ache in his battered testicles. "By the gods, I had no idea it was even POSSIBLE for my balls to hurt this much."

Kirin peered down at his friend's lap, morbidly curious. "I mean...I didn't want to say anything, but your nuts are fucking HUGE. What is Ajani doing to you?"

T'lak sighed wearily. "Well, let's see. Yesterday she stroked me to the edge for a couple of hours, then kneed me in the nuts until I couldn't stand any more, then sucked me off for a while, then squeezed my nuts until I was hoarse from squealing, then sucked on my balls for a bit, then SAT on my balls while she folded laundry-"

"That last one is kinda clever," noted Hato.

"Oh gods, yeah, that's her latest thing. She REALLY likes sitting on my balls. And fuck, my nuts get SO flat when she does that." He leaned forwards with a groan, planting one elbow on the table. "I mean...you two have seen Ajani's ass, right?"

Kirin nodded knowingly. "It's a really nice ass-"

"It's a REALLY nice ass," confirmed T'lak. "I love her ass. But it's a lot less enjoyable when it's literally sitting on your balls."

Kirin still looked skeptical. "Is it really that bad? Butts are pretty squishy, man."

"So are my balls, it turns out. Like...every time she crosses her legs, her weight shifts, and I can feel my whole nut rearranging itself beneath her. And then she starts bobbing her foot up and down..." The dragon shuddered. "It's like getting your balls flattened by a rolling pin."

"Uh...at least it's a nice break from all the cockteasing?" suggested Kirin, searching for a bright side.

T'lak exhaled. "I mean...this is usually after an unfinished blowjob or two, so I'm just sitting there with my cock dripping pre onto her tail. And like I said, when she crosses her legs, she definitely squeezes out a couple of drops. I love her, but gods, having a whole dragoness balanced on your balls is torture."

Hato nodded sympathetically. "Mm, Naimi used to like standing on mine. Let me tell you, it is SOMETHING to see your own ball start squishing between your girlfriend's toes."

T'lak groaned wearily. "Well, Ajani hasn't been brave enough to try that yet, but she HAS started to wake me up in the middle of the night-"

"-for an extra round of busting?" The more experienced male nodded. "Yep, Naimi did that to me too. Used to wake me up by punching me in the balls. Then she'd give me a handjob until we both fell asleep again. It was exhausting for both of us, I think." He winced in recollection.

"Only once a night?" countered T'lak. "Ajani wants us to start doing it every few hours."

Hato chuckled. "Well fuck, good luck sleeping for the next month or two."

Kirin was starting to look a little overwhelmed. The younger male had quietly slipped one of his hands underneath the table, wrapping his claws protectively around his own orbs as they throbbed in sympathy. "Uh...geez," he admitted, laughing nervously. "This sounds like a lot to handle."

"It is," T'lak confirmed, slumping even further into his seat. "And I'm barely halfway there -- it's still two whole months until the ceremony. I don't know how I'm supposed to survive that long."

"Well," pointed out Hato, "you could always elope."

"What, let her pop one early?" The dragon glanced down at his massively swollen nutbag, trying to imagine how it would look with one less inhabitant. "...That's almost tempting, but I'd like to enjoy both my nuts while I still have them, thanks. And besides, I don't want to disappoint anyone. Everyone loves a good mating ceremony."

"Or you could fake it?"

T'lak frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You know, pretend that your balls are ALREADY about to pop." Hato shrugged. "Get Ajani to go a little easier on you."

The male blushed. "I don't know if I could do THAT...I wouldn't want to lie to her. Besides, she knows my limits way too well. And honestly, I'm not sure I could fake the mewling even if I tried. It turns out I can hit some high fucking notes when my testicles get turned into pancakes."

Hato snickered. "You know, the town choir IS looking for a new soprano..."

"Ha ha." T'lak rolled his eyes, but gave a reluctant smile.

Kirin was still carefully cradling his own balls, reassuring himself that his own testicles remained healthy and intact. He shivered. "Man. Couldn't you just ask Ajani, like...please stomp on my balls a little less? Or like...please let me cum once a week or something?"

The other two males paused for a moment...then burst out laughing.

The youngest male blushed hotly. "What?! Why not?!"

"Oh come on," joked Hato, "you DO realize how ridiculous that sounds, right? It's like...it's like admitting that you don't have the balls to be her mate!"

T'lak nodded, swallowing down another gulp of ale. "Yeah. And besides, like...I don't actually WANT to give up, you know? The whole point of this is to prove how dedicated I am to Ajani. It's just fucking HARD." He gazed down wistfully at his own groin. "My nuts feel like a big bruised pair of cantaloupes. Except bluer."

"I dunno, I think they're grapefruit-sized at best," teased Hato, eyeing his friend's swollen sac.

"Give it another week," replied T'lak.

Kirin bit his lip. "Fuck. You must REALLY like Ajani, man."

"I mean...I'm letting her pop one of my balls, aren't I?" He sighed. "...I love her a lot. I want to do her proud."

He looked down at his drink again. "Even if it's slowly driving me crazy."

--

Meanwhile, across town...

"So how are you doing, sis?"

"Good!" Ajani took a long sip of her cocktail. "I mean...I'm pretty exhausted. But good."

Naimi grinned knowingly. "Lots of long hours, huh?"

The dragoness nodded. "LOTS of long hours."

Vel'la leaned forward excitedly, planting her chin in one hand. "Oooh, dish! How blue are his balls?"

The trio of dragonesses sat casually at the bar, each with a drink balanced in her claws. It had been weeks since the last time they had all been able to get together -- and there was plenty to catch up on.

On the left sat Naimi, one of Ajani's closest girlfriends. The dragoness was well-rounded, with wide hips, very generous breasts, and an ever-present bounce in her step. She and Ajani had first met through T'lak, who was friends with Naimi's husband Hato, but in the years since then the two females had forged their own strong friendship. During work hours, Naimi was a schoolteacher. Outside of work hours, she was a huge flirt. The dragoness seemed most at home with a twitching cock between her fingers, or an aching pair of gonads flattened across her thigh. And when it came to marriage, Naimi was Ajani's closest thing to a mentor. She spoke with the kind of casual confidence that could only come from experience -- from feeling one of her husband's testicles literally burst between her toes.

On the right sat Vel'la, Ajani's younger sister and her maid of honor. Vel'la was a bit more petite, with a bright smile and a lilting laugh. Like her sister, she was a craftswoman, designing and assembling jewelry and other accessories. Though a bit shy around strangers, she lit up around her friends, eager to enjoy their company. The female had never had a long-term boyfriend, which made her a constant target for amorous, single men. Her experiences had taught her how to wring as much enjoyment as possible from a horny male, always making sure to have several orgasms of her own before letting her partner empty his overworked balls.

And finally, next to Vel'la sat Ajani herself. The bride-to-be blushed, trying to formulate an answer to her sister's question.

"Um." Ajani blushed. "His balls are EXTREMELY blue, I think. I've been teasing him pretty much non-stop."

"As you should be," affirmed Naimi. "Any more accidents?"

The dragoness blushed even harder. "No, no more accidental orgasms. I've gotten pretty good at telling when he's about to cum, and he's gotten pretty good at holding it in. There's SO much precum, though. Like...way more than I thought was possible?"

Naimi nodded knowledgeably. "Oh yeah, once a guy's been pent up for a month or two he starts leaking like a faucet. When we were engaged, Hato used to drip so much that it made me slip on the floor a couple of times."

"How often are you edging him?" Vel'la asked.

"As often as I can! I mean, I try to keep him on the edge for as long as he can take it, and we do that every couple of hours, so...maybe a dozen edging sessions a day or something?" She chuckled to herself. "Basically any time that I see him and he's not already hard."

Vel'la laughed. "Got to love a male with a permanent erection."

"Does he stay hard through the ballbusting?" asked Naimi.

"For a while. He'll start going soft if you really flatten his balls, but even then his dick is kinda...plump, you know?" Ajani pondered for a moment. "Though I don't know, maybe I could be crushing his nuts more. It's harder than I thought it would be."

Vel'la tilted her head to one side. "Harder than cockteasing?"

"Oh DEFINITELY." The nude dragoness looked down at herself, imagining her lover's cock nestled between her thighs. "If I want to tease him, I can just sit in his lap and squeeze his dick between my thighs, and maybe give him a couple of strokes every once in a while, and he'll drip precum for hours. But if I want to bust his balls, like...kicking a guy in the nuts a hundred times in a row is a fucking WORKOUT."

"It gets you in great shape, though," pointed out Naimi. "Your legs have never looked better."

"Haha, thanks."

Vel'la was still curious. "Can't you just stand on his nuts, though? Mom always said that's the easiest way to break a ball."

"Well yeah, but I don't want to POP anything. Not yet, anyway." The female looked back over her shoulder, glancing down at her own healthy rear. "Recently I've been trying this thing where I sit on his nuts for a while, 'cuz I heard that's a good way to crush 'em with your body weight with less risk of an accidental pop? But I'm not sure if it's actually working, because T'lak's dick stays hard the whole time -- he just oozes precum all over my tail. I might not be crushing his balls enough."

Naimi waved one hand dismissively. "Eh. If you're worried, just try bouncing around a little more. A booty like yours can definitely cause some hurt." To illustrate her point, she swept her hand downward, slapping Ajani's ass with an energetic SMACK that left her rear jiggling.

"Eep!" Ajani jolted in surprise, almost spilling her drink.

Naimi nodded sagely. "Just saying -- an ass like that is MADE to crush nuts. Once you and T'lak are mates, you better ride him cowgirl every chance you get. No better way to drain a guy's balls then to pound 'em while he's inside ya."

The bride-to-be gave an embarrassed laugh. "Sounds fun to me," she admitted.

"Have you asked T'lak whether the butt-busting is working?" questioned Vel'la. "I mean, if you're worried that his nuts aren't getting flattened enough, I'm sure he could tell you."

Ajani winced. "I, uh...I actually feel kind of weird asking him about it."

Vel'la looked confused. "How come?"

"I just...I don't know, I feel like he's already doing a lot." The female fiddled with her claws. "He's trying to hide it, but he's clearly starting to go a little crazy. You should see how desperate he looks when I squeeze his balls at the end of a blowjob...he lets out the longest moan you've ever heard."

"Sounds pretty hot," said Naimi.

"...It is," she admitted. The dragoness squeezed her thighs together. "But I mean, I feel bad for him! I know that if I asked him, he'd tell me that I should bust his balls as much as I can, but obviously what he REALLY wants is a break."

"Or an orgasm," Naimi countered.

"Yeah, he must want to cum so bad," Vel'la noted. "I've never made a guy wait more than a couple of days, and by that point they're practically begging."

Ajani nodded. "Yeah. We used to get each other off, like, EVERY day. He's got such a nice dick." The dragoness squeezed her thighs together even tighter. "And he's VERY good with his tongue."

Naimi frowned. "Is he still, you know, taking care of you?"

"Oh definitely! I mean, fuck, a few days ago he went down on me 'til I almost passed out." She bit her lip, flushed. "But like...I don't know, it feels rude to have an orgasm right in front of him. I'm trying to be a little more discreet about it. I'm sure he'd say that it's fine, but I don't know, he just seems so drained."

"'Drained' probably isn't the right word," pointed out Naimi. "I'm sure he would LOVE to be 'drained'."

Ajani chuckled weakly. "Okay, fair. He just seems really tired. Like...he's making this huge sacrifice for me, and I feel really guilty about it."

"His nuts HAVE gotten pretty huge," acknowledged Vel'la. "I ran into him at the market a couple days ago, and his balls were so swollen they barely fit between his legs."

Ajani frowned and looked down at the table.

Naimi set down her drink. "Okay, okay, but come on. There's a point to these traditions, right? You don't beat up your fiancé's balls just because it's FUN. You do it because it's good for your future. We have these traditions for a reason."

Vel'la nodded. "Yup yup! You're helping to make his balls as strong as they can be, so that you can have healthy kids together!"

The dragoness grimaced. "I knowww, but-"

"Listen." Naimi started ticking off all of the standard justifications on her fingers. "First of all, all that ballbusting is helping his balls grow bigger and training them to be tougher. Second, all your teasing is filling his balls up so that they STAY bigger, and training them to produce as much cum as possible. And finally, when you two officially become mates in a few months, you'll pop whichever one of his nuts is weaker, so that only his strongest sperm survive. You're helping him make sure that he has the strongest, healthiest testicle that he possibly can. And that's gonna make sure you have nice, healthy dragon babies!"

Ajani sighed. "I know, I know. It's just hard to see him struggling. And I mean, we're not even sure if we WANT kids."

"Well it's also about more than just fertility," chimed in Vel'la. "It's about dedication, too. It's a way for T'lak to demonstrate his love for you -- that he'd do anything for you."

"And it's also a way for YOU to demonstrate your love for HIM," added Naimi. "It's not easy to spend all those hours sucking him off and kicking his nuts in! That's hard work! You're showing him that you care!"

Vel'la nodded. "Plus it's really meaningful that he's willing to be vulnerable with you like this. He's depending on you a lot right now. You have to be strong for him, you know?"

Ajani looked torn for a moment, but slowly she nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I just...it's rough sometimes, you know? I mean, I know I'm putting his balls through hell right now."

Naimi shook her head. "Hey, don't feel bad about that. You two should be spending as much time working on his balls as you can. 'Cuz you know what? Soon he's only going to have one, and you'll both be GLAD that his other nut got to experience as much as it did before it went pop."

"...I guess that's true," conceded the female.

Naimi nodded. "Also, for what it's worth, it sounds like T'lak is actually holding up really well compared to most guys. I mean, when Hato and I were engaged, there were days when he used to BEG me to leave his ball alone. Or to let him cum! There was a lot of begging, basically."

Ajani perked up, curious. "Really? How, um...how did you handle that?"

The married female leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a secretive whisper. "Well...don't tell anyone, but there was one day at the 'halfway point' of our engagement where I let him off the hook. I told him he could have either an orgasm or a ballbusting break, and he chose the orgasm. He came like a firehose -- covered my whole chest plus most of our living room." She chuckled, looking down at her bare tits. "Like I was saying -- I guess he knew that his left nut wasn't long for this world, so he wanted to make the most of it while he still had it."

Vel'la listened closely, fascinated. "Ooh, I always wondered if some couples did stuff like that. And you two did a 'modern' popping, right? So does that mean that you were only busting his left ball the whole time that you were engaged?"

"Good memory! Yeah, we picked his left nut in advance." Naimi grinned. "I didn't feel like leaving anything to chance."

Ajani leaned back, crossing her bare legs. "Right, I almost forgot about that. What was that like?"

Naimi picked up her glass again, giving the contents a playful swish. "Well, let me tell you..."

--

"It was kind of a lot to process, to be honest." Hato winced. "Like...Naimi was denying me constantly, so BOTH my balls ached, but the left one was SO much worse. It was like...maybe three or four times as big as my right nut, by the end? Naimi used to just squeeze it in both hands until I swore it was about to burst."

T'lak shook his head. "Honestly, I would KILL to get Ajani to leave one of my balls alone for a while." The male sighed longingly. "I mean, I know 'the grass is always greener' or whatever, but that sounds SO much easier to deal with."

"Oh ho ho," chuckled Hato, "that's where you're wrong. Do you know how hard it is to KNOW that your nut is doomed? To feel it start breaking down?"

"I mean." T'lak gestured down at his own swollen ballbag. "Two months to go, but I think I get it."

Hato shook his head. "No no, that's not what I mean. Your balls have been through hell, obviously, but they're both still functional. You're not sure which one you're going to lose, so you can't push them TOO close to popping. But once Naimi and I decided I was losing the left one..." The married male shivered. "Gods, she OBLITERATED that poor thing. It was ruined LONG before our actual wedding day."

Kirin looked a little queasy, but his curiosity got the best of him. "How so?" he asked, sneaking surreptitious glances at both of his friends's packages.

Hato downed another swig of beer. "Well, like I said, she liked standing on it. Most girls won't try that until the actual popping ceremony, since it's a little risky, but we had already picked a nut, so what did we have to lose? And every time she did that, things would get a little...squishier. After a couple of weeks, when she stepped away after a flattening sesh, you could literally see the footprint that she left on my ball. And don't even get me STARTED on all the time she spent chewing on it, or trying to scramble it with her claws..."

"Okay, yeah," acknowledged T'lak, "but like...your RIGHT nut was totally healthy! Just imagine how much worse you would have felt if BOTH your nuts were getting pounded out of shape."

"I mean, righty was still getting SOME abuse. You know how women congratulate you around town -- my sac got kicked around plenty. But Naimi, she had her one-nut ballbusting down to a science." The dragon reached down to fondle his surviving gonad. "There were some days where I almost asked her to take a break and focus on my right nut for a change, just so I could have a break, but like...my right nut had to last me for the rest of my life, you know? I didn't want to risk the one functioning nut that I WAS keeping."

"So you think your ball was totally scrambled even before it got popped?" asked Kirin, wincing.

He nodded. "Oh no question -- I don't know how she kept it in one piece with all the ways she crushed it. Heck, during the last couple of days before our wedding, it was so fragile that we were worried that someone else might pop it accidentally."

"Mm, I can remember you being pretty careful about greeting guests at the wedding," recalled T'lak. "I didn't realize it was that far gone."

"Oh gods yeah. The thing popped like a grape as soon as we started the ceremony." He rolled his eyes, smiling. "I think Naimi was half-disappointed and half-proud."

"What made you decided to go modern?" T'lak asked.

Hato wrinkled his brow. "I...I don't really remember, to be honest! Naimi has always been pretty chic, so I think I always assumed she'd skip the traditional random popping thing and we'd just pick one together. And my left nut was a bit smaller, so we decided to keep the bigger one, and there you go."

BANG.

Kirin brought his glass down hard on the table. T'lak and Hato both looked up sharply, startled by the sudden noise.

Kirin blushed for a second. "I, uh...sorry. I just...I'm a little overwhelmed, I think?"

"How so?" asked T'lak, concerned.

"It's just, um..." The younger male looked down at his own spunk-makers: two plump orbs resting happily between his thighs. "Look, I've been hit in the balls as much as any guy, but I guess I just didn't...I mean...is getting engaged always this ROUGH?"

T'lak and Hato looked at each other for a moment, then each let out a gentle chuckle.

"Didn't your parents ever give you the talk?" Hato teased.

Kirin blushed harder. "Of course they did! I mean, I KNOW about all this stuff. I've had girlfriends who like working over my balls. It's just...it's different hearing about it from your friends, you know? And like..." His eyes darted down to T'lak's obviously swollen nutsac. "Seeing it first-hand is pretty...intense."

"You're welcome to look, you know," commented T'lak. He shifted on his barstool, spreading his legs a little wider. "Hard to hide 'em at this point."

Hato nodded encouragingly. "You should be showing off your sac while it's still full."

"Yeahhh, that's what Ajani keeps telling me. 'We'll miss this when you've only got one. Don't you want your ball's last load to be HUGE? Now let me knee your nuts into your throat and then edge you fifty more times.'"

Kirin laughed nervously. "E-exactly. I mean...your balls are MASSIVE, T'lak. And like, visibly blue. How can a guy actually handle that??"

T'lak took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "I mean...look, I don't really know either. It's a LOT. But I'm taking it one day at a time, and I'm more than halfway to the wedding at this point, so...I guess there's that?"

"Yeah, it's intense but you survive it," affirmed Hato. "And gods, that first fuck afterwards is the best feeling in the WORLD."

"Even right after your ball gets popped?" Kirin asked, skeptical.

"Yup! Even then." Hato's expression melted into a dreamy smile. "Just...fuck, I came my NUTS out when I finally got to blow my load. It takes a few days to get used to your missing nut, but after that...I mean, I must have gotten off a hundred times on our honeymoon. Naimi had me painting the ceiling with cum."

T'lak gave an involuntary little whine, his dick twitching of its own accord. He looked down at his cock, the stiff length pointing straight back at him. "I'm REALLY looking forward to that," he moaned.

"What," said Hato dryly, "is four hours a day of blowjobs not enough?"

The dragon bit his lip, remembering how toe-curlingly nice it had felt to have Ajani's tits wrapped around him just a few hours earlier. Precum glistened at the tip of his member. His testicles ached to their very core, desperate to unload hundreds of orgasms' worth of pent-up seed.

"...I need to cum so bad," he whined quietly.

"Well look at it this way," Hato continued. "Once Ajani pops one, you should only be half as horny, right?"

T'lak considered his swollen, aching junk. "Sounds great," he groaned sarcastically.

--

"So what was life like...afterward?"

"Well first of all, sex is great." Naimi smiled knowingly. "And if T'lak is anything like Hato, he'll want to rail you nonstop for the first week. Make sure there's nothing in your bedroom that you don't mind getting drenched in cum."

Ajani blushed. "Noted. Honestly, I MISS when he used to cum everywhere."

"Then you're going to have a fantastic honeymoon," chuckled the married female. "I think I literally could have bathed in the stuff if we'd collected it all."

Vel'la purred appreciatively. "Sounds lovely."

Ajani shook her head. "But no, I mean...what's life like with only one ball?"

Naimi tilted her head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like..." The dragoness drummed her claws against the table. "Do you still bust his balls? Or, 'ball', I mean? I'm worried about, like...I don't want to accidentally NEUTER T'lak, you know? But I like the way that ballbusting is part of our relationship. I like that's he's willing to be vulnerable with me. I don't want to give that up entirely."

Naimi scoffed. "Oh hon, I would not be worried about that."

"Really?" asked Vel'la.

The older dragoness nodded sagely. "Oh don't worry -- once you see how much effort it takes to turn a testicle into goo, you will have NO worries about your hubby's remaining ball. Balls are STUBBORN little things! They're way harder to break than we give them credit for." She chuckled. "I mean, just think of all the stuff you've been doing to his 'nads for the past few months -- and despite all that they're still fine, right? There's no reason that should change once he's lost a nut! Just because he only has one doesn't mean you can't bust it up the same way."

"Huh." Vel'la tilted her head. "I never thought of it like that."

Ajani was curious. "So then, you still, like...kick Hato in the nut and stuff?"

"Oh definitely. Hato's ballbag is still my personal hacky sack." The dragoness gave a playful kick, imagining the familiar SLAP of her husband's nutsac against her bare foot. "I keep that nut of his nice and swollen at all times. Balls work better when they feel a little threatened, you know? Keeps 'em motivated." She switched into a deeper voice, trying to personify her husband's surviving testicle. "'I better make some Grade A dragon spunk, or else I might get stomped into paste just like my brother.'"

Vel'la squealed with laughter. "Haha! Ohmygod you're so right, guys cum SUPER hard when you've been thrashing their nuts for a while. It's like their balls are trying to impress you."

She nodded. "Yup. Somebody told me once that a testicle knows if it's in danger, and it'll work extra hard to make sure it gets to pass on its genes. So if you really want your husband to cum his ball out, you gotta do at least a LITTLE ballsquishin' while you fuck. Just so his nut knows to make it count."

"And you're really not worried about an accident?" asked Ajani.

"Oh gods no." Naimi shook her head. "I mean...sometimes Hato will CLAIM that I'm about to pop his nut, if I've really been going at it, but I know he's exaggerating. After all, I'M the one who popped his other one, so I should know all the warning signs, right? I can remember how his nut felt when it was starting to break down, and it was VERY different."

"How so?"

"Hm. It was kind of...what's the word..." The dragoness squinted into the distance, thinking back to the final days of her own engagement and the final days of Hato's left ball. "It was kind of absorbent? I mean, that's not the right word, but it kind of...it stopped springing back quite as much when you hit it. It started going 'splat' instead of 'squish'." She looked back at her companions. "I mean, you've both felt 'The Quiver' before, right?"

Ajani nodded knowingly. "I've been pushing T'lak's balls to that point a lot lately. It's like they start vibrating between my claws."

"I've only gone that far a couple of times," Vel'la admitted. "Mom always said that if you felt 'The Quiver', it meant the guy's nuts were about to pop, so you'd better ease up."

"That's halfway true," Naimi asserted. "If you feel a guy's ball start to quiver, it's definitely under a lot of strain -- but the real trouble is when it STOPS quivering. When you step on a nut that's already halfway broken, it's not quite as springy as it used to be. It doesn't tremble between your toes anymore, you know?"

"Iiinteresting." Vel'la looked very intrigued. "I've never heard that before."

Naimi grinned. "Well believe me, I make Hato's ball quiver on a regular basis, and he's still as healthy as ever. I actually think the Quiver is a GOOD sign. It means a man's nut is still strong enough to put up a fight."

Ajani chuckled. "Sounds like you really put Hato through the wringer."

"He knew what he signed up for! I've been scrambling his eggs since the day we met. I wanted a male with stamina, and I got one." She smirked. "Besides, you should see how good he fucks me once he manages to get up off the floor. Sometimes I can't feel my legs afterward."

Ajani squirmed in her seat. "Nnph. I can't wait. T'lak's so damn hard all the time, and we're both so horny -- I just want him to stuff it inside me."

"It's worth the wait," Naimi reassured her. "You just gotta be patient."

"Or elope!" Vel'la suggested.

"Or elope," Naimi concurred.

The bride-to-be shook her head. "No, no, we've come this far. Gotta see it through, right?"

"I suppose. You'll make that boy pop soon enough." Naimi grinned a toothy grin. "In more ways than one."

"Very true." The female scooted her seat away from the bar, rising to her feet. "...Speaking of which, I should probably head out. I told myself I'd start prepping dinner before T'lak got home."

"Aww, that's sweet." Vel'la smirked. "A bit of comfort food before you abuse his balls for the rest of the evening?"

The dragoness blushed. "Pretty much."

Vel'la giggled. "Well have fun, sis. Edge him an extra time just for me, would you?"

Naimi laughed. "And give him an extra nutstomp from me while you're at it."

Ajani blushed even harder. "Alright girls, will do."

--

"...And I mean, that was back when we had just STARTED dating." Hato looked down at his own groin, reminiscing about past testicular traumas. "After Naimi popped my ball, I thought maybe she'd ease up a bit, but she still goes hard. It leaves me achy as hell most of the time, but fuck if she doesn't drain my nut dry every other day."

"Seems like a reasonable trade-off," commented Kirin.

T'lak nodded wearily, trying to ignore the constant throbbing coming from his own aching pair. "I'd certainly take that trade at his point."

Hato chuckled sympathetically. "I promise Ajani will drain your nuts soon enough."

Kirin tried to take another gulp from his beer glass, but was disappointed to find that it was already empty. He frowned. "One more round?" asked the younger male, looking to his companions.

Hato considered it for a moment, but slowly shook his head. "Nah, I should probably call it an evening. I told Naimi I'd be late getting home, but I don't want her to start worrying."

T'lak contemplated the bottom of his own empty glass. "...Yeah, I should get going too," he admitted, wrinkling his snout. "Ajani said I should go out and enjoy myself, but she did want me back for a late dinner."

"Due for another round of blue balls and nutkicking?" Hato suggested knowingly.

The dragon sighed, glancing down at his thoroughly abused gonads. "Obviously."

Hato rumbled reassuringly. "Don't worry, you've got this. You're more than halfway to the wedding, remember?"

Kirin nodded. "Yeah! And remember, your bachelor party's only two weeks away." He slapped T'lak on the back affectionately. "We're gonna have a blast, and we're gonna give those nuts of yours a well-deserved break."

T'lak let out a little sigh of longing. "Thank the gods. I can't wait."

"Good. Now go home and report for duty." Hato looked down at T'lak's swollen nutsac. "Those balls aren't going to abuse themselves."

T'lak took a deep breath, then stood up from his barstool. "Right. You're right. I'm gonna head out. Thanks, guys."

"No problem." Kirin smiled. "See you soon, man."

"See you soon!"

T'lak turned and began heading for the door. Meeting his friends for a drink had been a wonderful distraction, but now fantasies of Ajani were already beginning to crowd his thoughts once more. He wondered how his fiancée would want to plump his balls tonight. Dick-sucking and ball-squeezing? Titfucks and testicle-kicks? Maybe just an endless handjob until his nuts burst from desire?

But his lewd and painful fantasies were interrupted as Salna passed in front of him. The waitress caught his eye, glancing down unsubtly at his stiff and bobbing erection as it nearly speared her in the side.

"Headed out?" the female asked, pausing beside him.

T'lak felt himself stir to life even further, his cock hardening at the slightest sign of any interest from a female. His eyes fell almost automatically to her bare breasts. "Yep. Off to see Ajani."

The nude dragoness smiled at his lustful gaze. Casually she reached down and slipped one hand around the male's length, pressing it to the outside of her hip as she gave it a few light strokes. "Aww, well say hi for me! It's been ages since I last saw her." Idly she ran her claws around his cock, feeling it pulse desperately between her fingers.

"Th-thanks," T'lak groaned. He watched her movements warily -- it wouldn't be the first time that a female had played with his dick and then kneed his 'nads into his throat -- but the dragoness made no move to flatten his balls. She seemed content just to toy with his raging hard-on for a few toe-curling moments.

Salna gave his twitching cock one final friendly squeeze, then let the thick rod slip from between her fingers. She grinned up at him happily. "Well have a great night!" she finished, then strode away to go serve her next table.

T'lak shuddered with his whole body as the female finished toying with his dick. He could almost feel the cum bubbling over inside his balls. He stood there for a moment in a horny daze, so distracted that he failed to notice Salna's tail as it trailed behind her.

FwipTHWACK.

"Hng!" The male tensed violently as the dragoness's tailtip snapped up into his ballbag, lashing squarely across the center of his swollen left ball. His sac jiggled with the impact, and a sharp burst of pain exploded in his gut. An all-too-familiar nausea snaked outwards from his groin, expanding upwards through his stomach and coiling around his lungs. "Haaaaah."

T'lak stumbled, struggling to stay upright as his knees buckled beneath him. The dragon planted his hands on his knees, determined to fight through the pain rather than just collapsing into a ballbusted heap. He exhaled slowly, glancing down at his own groin. He was greeted by the sight of his own denied dick, still throbbing needfully from the waitress's teasing strokes.

Squinting in agony, T'lak looked up and watched Salna walk away. The female strode across the room with an eager spring in her step, her big butt bouncing behind her as she headed over to greet her next customers. The male's testicles ached all the more fiercely at the sight.

T'lak grit his teeth, stood up straight, and continued out the door.

--

By the time he got home, T'lak could almost claim that he had recovered. Agony still radiated from his recently abused left gonad, but it was no worse than the usual ballache that he had come to expect on a weekday night. On most days at this time, he and Ajani would already be well into their first nut-flattening session of the evening, and his dick would be drooling with desperation. Making it to sundown with just ONE throbbing nut and an unmolested hard-on was a marked improvement.

T'lak stood outside the front door for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of his fiancée and the night ahead. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to steel his frazzled nerves. With a calm resignation, he opened the door and stepped inside to face his fate.

Ajani was in the kitchen, putting the final touches on dinner. The table was spread with hand pies, summer vegetables, and two wine glasses. The dragoness hummed to herself as she finished setting the table, skittering around the room with a mix of eagerness and nervousness. Talking to her girlfriends had answered a few of her questions, but in some ways she felt more conflicted than ever.

At the sound of the front door opening, however, she gathered herself and tried to relax. After all, her husband was still standing strong after enduring literal months of nut-crushing and denial. The least that she could do was to project happiness and confidence back at him in return.

"Hey hon!" The female greeted her fiancé with a smile as he entered the room.

T'lak smiled back. "Hey babe." He leaned in close for a kiss.

Ajani closed her eyes as their lips met, her heart swelling. Something else swelled too, hot and hard against her stomach. She let her hand wrap around her partner's permanently stiff length, giving his dick a gentle squeeze. "I missed you," she purred.

T'lak gave an involuntary full-body shudder. Any calmness he felt immediately evaporated as his fiancée found his most sensitive spot with a practiced ease, rubbing her thumb in slow circles against the underside of his cockhead. His arousal blazed back to life, and his dick leapt in her hand, desperate for a chance to explode after countless edgings. For a moment, he couldn't help but imagine the satisfaction of erupting all over her chest, her gorgeous body glazed in a thick layer of dragon batter...

...but instead the male looked up at the ceiling, his groin muscles tensing slightly as he made sure not to let his excitement get the better of him. A single drop of pre appeared at the tip of his cock. The rest of his unspent seed remained trapped in his nutsac, continuing to boil away inside his cum-stuffed balls.

Ajani let go of her prize. "Take a seat," she encouraged, sauntering off to the other side the kitchen. "I was just about to pour us some wine."

The male was dazed for a moment, his eyes lingering on his lover's ample curves, but eventually he managed to tear his gaze away. "S-sure." He moved to take a seat, taking care not to jostle his sensitive spunk-makers in the process. "I could probably use another drink."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting a little buzzed tonight. It's been a long week." The dragoness grinned back at him, a bottle in one hand as she returned to his side. "Spread your legs for me, hm?"

T'lak nodded grimly. Fighting his instincts, the dragon spread his thighs wide, allowing his heavy, orange-sized gonads to rest on the hard wood of the seat.

Ajani smiled at him affectionately. "Thanks." Lifting her tail in her other hand, she turned to take a seat in his lap, carefully positioning herself so that her round ass came down squarely on top of his overstuffed spuds.

The male's eyelids fluttered as his fiancée sat down in his lap, one firm ass cheek perched atop each of his impressively swollen 'nads. The twin orbs immediately abandoned their usual spherical shape, spreading out into flattened discs beneath the dragoness's curvy bulk. T'lak could feel the contents of his nuts shifting to accommodate her weight, his well-abused nutflesh squashed into pancakes under a booty he had lusted after all month.

Meanwhile, T'lak found his cock caressed from multiple angles: its base nestled in the crack of Ajani's ass, its shaft rubbing up against the firm curve of her tail, and its head poking softly against the bare flesh of her back. Several clear drops of pre dribbled from the tip of his cock, freshly squeezed from his overworked spunk factories. His dick throbbed with a life of its own, as though it were aware of the pressing danger that his testicles were in. His body begged for an opportunity to cum before his ball -- or balls -- were reduced to jelly.

"Nnnnnn." The dragon let out a pinched whine, his voice tight with agony. He rested his head on top of Ajani's, trying to breathe through the pain as that uniquely male nausea blossomed throughout his torso. He gripped her naked thighs tightly, as though it might help him maintain a grip on his own sanity.

Ajani winced sympathetically, stroking her fiancé's hand as she settled into her seat. As usual, she could feel each of his gonads squirming beneath her body weight, her partner's blue balls flattened into a pair of seat cushions. Each night she seemed to sink a little lower in T'lak's lap, as the contents of his testicles were spread a little thinner by each repeated crushing.

Tonight, the dragoness swore she could feel the tiniest hint of a Quiver coming from T'lak's well-abused walnuts. For a moment she felt worried -- perhaps his nuts were beginning to approach their weight-bearing limits? -- but then she remembered Naimi's words of advice. Clearly his nuts were perfectly healthy if they were still actively trying to squirm out from underneath her rear. And his cock certainly felt happy enough, given how eagerly it was twitching against her backside.

"Doing alright?" she asked gently, glancing back over her shoulder at her beleaguered boyfriend.

Even that small movement set off a fresh burst of agony in T'lak's gut, the slight shift in weight translating to a mind-numbing swell of nutpain -- but T'lak fought through it, willing himself not to mewl. "Yeah," he breathed, trying to disguise the sudden falsetto lilt in his voice. His thick dick throbbed against her naked body. "Thanks."

The dragoness smiled. "Good." She leaned forward, grabbing the two wine glasses and beginning to pour. "Cuz I had a question for you."

T'lak trembled as her movement crushed his nuts once more, her well-padded rear rolling across his plump orbs like a rolling pin. His cock spat out a short spurt of pre, leaving a thin, shimmering strand suspended from the tip of his member to the small of the female's back. "Mmm?" he quavered.

Ajani felt nervous, but she reminded herself to act confident. "So I know we've been spending a lot of time on your balls, and that we've been talking about adding another extra session during the night..."

"R-right," the male croaked, his jaw set firmly. He had been dreading this conversation, but at this particular moment, he hardly felt any reaction at all. Perhaps because his brain was fully occupied trying to keep up with the flood of pain signals coming from his flattened dragon-makers.

Ajani finished filling one glass, and held it up to offer it to her partner. "Well, I thought tonight might be a good time to start! The wedding's only two months away, after all -- we should probably start ramping up."

T'lak took the glass from her, trying to focus on anything besides the ache in his groin. "Nnrgh...okay...w-what were you thinking, exactly?"

The dragoness began filling her own glass. "Oh, just more of the same stuff that we're already doing at night -- humping me while we spoon, fucking my tits, that kind of thing. Enough to get your cock drooling for a bit. And then once you reach the edge a couple of times, I can knee your balls or slap 'em around a bit while we drift off to sleep again. Sound good to you?"

Truth be told, it had been many weeks since T'lak had managed to get a restful night's sleep. Unsurprisingly, it was difficult to fall asleep next to your naked fiancée when she insisted on sleepily fondling your long-denied junk: gripping, stroking, squeezing. His exhaustion always won out eventually -- even when the unconscious Ajani managed to pinch his swollen nuts uncomfortably between her claws -- but T'lak's dreams weren't necessarily much better. The dragon had an overload of testicular trauma to work through, and his subconscious was always happy to conjure up another sexually insatiable ballbuster to torment him throughout the night.

T'lak grimaced. Every fiber of his being (or every fiber of his balls, at least) demanded that he say no...but the dragoness in his lap was the love of his life. She made him feel safe and secure, even as her "loving attention" increasingly threatened the health of his 'nads. She was worth all the struggle. And he wanted to prove just how dedicated a partner he could be.

"Sure," he agreed, before he had a chance to second-guess himself. "Let's try it."

Ajani perked up, surprised. She had expected him to agree, but not quite so readily. Maybe there WAS still room to push him further. "A-awesome!" The dragoness wriggled in place for moment, unable to restrain herself from doing a little butt-bounce of celebration. "Ooh, I can't wait to get started."

T'lak's eyes went wide as his fiancée came down on his spunk tanks with extra force, crushing his flattened orbs even flatter and wider beneath her firm ass. His body tensed, his claws squeezing tightly around her thighs. Her tail rubbed along the side of his straining shaft, making him pulse and twitch, but all that escaped from his impossibly blue balls was another dribble of precum.

"Haaaaaaaah," exhaled T'lak slowly, almost in a trance. Stars danced at the edge of his vision. He swore he could feel a part of himself breaking. He just wasn't sure which part.

"Speaking of getting started." Ajani took a sip from her wine glass, then set it down and rose to her feet, gently peeling T'lak's hands from her body. "It's been like six hours since your last edging...why don't I blow you for a bit while you have dinner? Then maybe we can switch places for some ballbusting -- I can squeeze your nuts while I eat, something like that."

The male's whole body sagged in relief as Ajani stood up, giving his testicles a brief and precious moment to recover. He winced as he heard her proposal, but he had to admit, he HAD gone almost an entire afternoon without fulfilling his duties as a husband-to-be. It was time to man up.

"...Sounds good," he affirmed reluctantly.

"Perfect." His fiancée gave him an affectionate smile, then lowered herself to her knees, positioning herself between his spread legs. She licked her lips as she leaned in close, studying the veins on his rock-hard erection. "Now...where did we leave off...?"