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Some days, the commute to work was just BRUTAL.

The morning had started normally enough for T'lak. He'd gotten a restful night's sleep (or at least, as much rest as a male could get when he was spooning his gorgeous wife-to-be, his denied dick throbbing and drooling between her ass cheeks...), and he and Ajani had both gotten in their usual morning exercise of a hundred consecutive punts to the ballbag. It was all a bit much for his poor, aching dragonmakers, especially after ten straight months of blue balls...but hey, it was also just his typical daily routine.

In fact, it was SO routine that T'lak had completely forgotten what day it was -- at least, until Ajani lowered her leg after kick #100, gave him a sneaky grin, and then IMMEDIATELY slammed an additional knee up into his ballbag. Followed by another, and another, and another, until she had matched her original 100 kicks with an additional 100 knees. And then 100 punches. And 100 slaps. And 100 rapid squeezes. And 100 tailbusts...

"Happy April Jewels!" she cheered as she went, sticking out her tongue at him and slamming his testicles up into his throat for the umpteenth time in a row.

Today was April 1st, and thus the start of "April Jewels" -- ballbusting's answer to the blue-balled agonies of No-Nut November. All month long, red dragons would seek out any and every possible opportunity to flatten a pair of plums, whether it was punting a friend in the park, stomping a stranger in the streets, or just annihilating your partner's nutbag back at home. Testicular trauma was a frequent occurrence at any time of the year in their culture, but during April Jewels, the gleeful intensity was cranked up to 11, with more emphasis on surprise and humor. It was one of the most enthusiastically-celebrated holidays on the red dragon calendar -- and completely inescapable for any male in red dragon territory.

As far as April Jewels pranks went, Ajani's bonus ballbusts were pretty tame -- but that wasn't a whole lot of consolation for T'lak as his swollen nutbag was methodically obliterated over the course of the next hour. By the time Ajani had finished scrambling her man's eggs in every way she could think of, it was too late for breakfast AND too late for their usual morning titfuck. Ajani had been forced to usher her man out the door with just a quick goodbye kiss and a few eager strokes to his throbbing dick. It wasn't as nice as the usual precum glazing she had come to expect each morning, but for today, a few strings of his not-quite-cum splattered across her bare stomach would have to do.

And so T'lak had staggered out the door, hobbling down the street towards work as fast as his trembling legs could carry him. That had been half-an-hour ago: more than enough time to walk to the forge on an average day.

But of course, today was NOT an average day, and Ajani wasn't the only dragoness excited to celebrate the start of April Jewels. Which was why T'lak currently found himself crumpled in a heap on the sidewalk, clutching his 'nads in his claws after yet another random dragoness had attempted to boot them into low earth orbit.

"Happy April Jewels!" the female squealed in delight, her nude curves jiggling ever so slightly as she bounced from foot to foot with excitement.

"H-Happy April Jewels," T'lak squeaked back, his voice a strained falsetto.

Even on a normal day's commute, a red dragon male could expect a bit of rough ball-handling -- a friendly grope, an eager squeeze, a solid kick or two when you passed a good friend or neighbor on the street. But today? Today, EVERY dragoness was on a mission to rack up as many racked men as she could. It seemed like around every corner there was another thick-thighed cutie hiding in wait, eager to introduce your family jewels to her kneecap at maximum speed. In just a few blocks of walking, T'lak's nuts had been flattened no less than seven times by seven different women, each one hitting far harder than she would on an average Tuesday.

Rather impressively, T'lak had managed to endure his first two testicular assaults without collapsing -- but from gal #3 onward, each ballbust had dropped the male to his knees, his balls absolutely SCREAMING in protest. One tall female had snuck up behind him, launching a kick up into his ballbag with all the force and accuracy of a star football player. Another chubby gal had casually swung her handbag up between his legs -- a handbag that must have been filled with bricks, judging from just how thoroughly it scrambled his spunk tanks. Yet another pear-shaped dragoness had just walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the nuts, and squeezed until her knuckles turned white (and until T'lak's mewls passed outside the range of audible sound). Each time, it got that much harder for T'lak to find the strength to struggle back to his feet and keep stumbling towards work -- but he knew he needed to keep moving. After all, if he just stayed there in the street, odds were good that yet ANOTHER chick would stroll by and start cheerfully stomping his 'nads into pancakes.

Somewhere inside that maelstrom of male agony, T'lak did his best to remind himself that the first day of April Jewels was usually the most "energetic". If he could just persevere until the end of the day -- or even just until the end of the morning -- the gals might begin to tire themselves out a bit, and then things would probably start to get better!

Then again, that wasn't much consolation when every WHUD, WHAM, and THUMP seemed to bring his dragonmakers a little closer to extinction. The male thanked his lucky stars that at least his walk to work didn't take him past Sha'Ria's house. Honestly, after nearly a year straight of getting his spunk tanks pounded flat at every possible opportunity, it felt like the odds of an accidental halfstration were non-zero.

As though she was on the same wavelength, the short-and-curvy stranger who had just kneed his 'nads into his skull squatted down beside him. "I didn't break anything, did I?" she teased, still beaming from the joy of a good April Jewels bust.

T'lak squinted up at her, trying not to look too closely at the bulging leg muscles that had just forcefully rearranged his testicles. No wonder his balls felt like they'd just been on the wrong end of a sledgehammer -- especially since she had caught him by surprise, bending over in front of him as though to pick something up off the ground and then slamming a back-kick up between his legs. (Honestly, T'lak had been expecting her to bust his balls somehow...but with nearly a year of unspent cum boiling in his balls and with a nice round ass suddenly presented for his viewing pleasure, he found himself distracted in the split-second before impact.) Even now, several minutes later, fresh waves of nausea continued to radiate outward from his groin and echo in the core of each heavy, swollen nut.

"...Okay but actually though." The dragoness tried to peer between T'lak's legs, slightly unnerved by his lack of reply. "Everything intact?"

T'lak nodded weakly. "Still...still intact," he croaked, head swimming.

"Ha! Good. Lemme tell you, that is a PROPER pair of blue balls you're totin' around right now -- that might be the most satisfying pair I've sunk my foot into today! Last thing I'd want to do is pop one before your fiancée can!" She chuckled to herself, straightening back up. "When's the wedding?"

"N-next month." T'lak groaned, following the female's lead and forcing himself to uncurl from the fetal position. Every male instinct told him to stay on the ground, but years of experience had taught him how to fight through that feeling.

The dragoness clapped happily! "Ooooooh, so soon! Well then, I'll have to make an effort to say hello as often as I can this month. Gotta make the most of that pair while you've still got 'em both, right?"

Shakily, the dragon finished climbing back to his feet. "Yes ma'am," he coughed, shuddering as another swirl of agony drifted through his gut. His legs felt like jelly. So did his dragonmakers, for that matter.

And the struggle wasn't over yet, either. As T'lak looked down the street, he could see the forge that he worked at, less than a block away -- but in between here and there, he could spot at least two other dragonesses waiting to pounce. One was actively in the middle of stomping another dragon's ballbag into the dirt, a huge grin on her face as her victim frantically clutched at her calf. The other female was sitting on a brick wall with her legs crossed, bouncing one foot up and down and whistling to herself just a LITTLE too cheerfully. T'lak had a strong intuition that his gonads would be getting to know them both within the next few minutes. And that didn't even account for any additional dragon babes who might be sneakily lying in wait -- including a few of his coworkers, who were probably waiting just inside the door of the forge to "greet" him as he finally arrived.

Still, there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Achy balls were just a part of life, especially in April. And so, with great effort, T'lak slowly started to move, putting one foot in front of the other, wavering and wobbling as he resumed his arduous journey.

The dragoness who had just floored him watched for a moment as he began to move past her. "Happy April Jewels!" she called out again as he shuffled by. Fondly, she reached out to give his sac one last affectionate swat, sending his twin orbs bouncing with a firm backhand WHAP.

The male coughed and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground once more before he caught himself. "H-...Happy April Jewels," he wheezed in reply -- and then continued stumbling forward, towards the many, many additional testicular traumas that awaited him.