(Inspired by https://twitter.com/Mcsweezys/status/1094083463144062976)
"Think you can hit 'em this time?"
"
Haaaaaaaah.
" Frek clenched his fists as he tried to maintain control, but his balls twitched at the mere thought of what was to come. He took quick, shallow breaths, his legs shaking unsteadily beneath him.
Tinara gave her boyfriend's length a long, wet
slurp.
The red dragoness was down on her knees, her round ass sticking out behind her as she playfully sucked on her partner's steel-hard erection. She eyed his throbbing dick approvingly, licking another bead of pre from the tip. "Damn, you really ARE eager, huh? I guess it has been a while since the last time we tried this...almost five months, right?"
"Six," the dragon gasped, quivering. He stared longingly down at his girlfriend, his eyes falling to her voluptuous breasts.
"Seriously? Wow. Guess I lost track." She leaned in to suckle on the head of his cock for another moment, murmuring contentedly before letting it slip from her mouth again with a wet
pop
. The busty female grinned up at him, then flicked his left nut sharply with a claw. "We better make this count then, eh?"
The male let out a ragged groan, his claws digging into his palms.
—
Early last year, Frek had made some very, very dumb mistakes. One day on his lunch break, Tinara had caught him getting his balls sucked dry by a coworker — which actually wouldn't have been a problem, if not for the fact that it was happening every day, and the fact that he hadn't told her about it, and the fact that the coworker was also his ex-girlfriend. Furious and tearful, Tinara had told him point-blank that she was going to leave him unless he could find a way to control his cock and prove his dedication to her.
Desperate to save his relationship with the female he loved, Frek had made a bold promise: no more orgasms with other dragonesses, ever. In a culture where handjobs were more common than handshakes, it was a serious commitment.
Tinara had considered his offer for a moment, and then demanded even more: no orgasms at ALL. Not for a while, at least. "Not 'til you can prove that you want me," she insisted, still hurt. "Not 'til you can coat my tits with cum just from getting kicked in the balls."
Chastened, Frek had agreed.
It was nearly two months before Tinara decided to let her boyfriend blow his load again — and even then, she made good on her threat. Literally. The dragoness spent weeks teasing Frek to the very edge of eruption...then commanded him to spread his legs so that she could kick the cum out of him. Despite the nut-crunching agony, the male came like a firehose, drenching the female's bare legs in sticky strings of pent-up spunk. It was impressive...but as Tinara pointed out, his cumshot had failed to reach her breasts. He had not yet proven his dedication to her. The denial continued.
Frek's next opportunity was a full three months later. By this time, Tinara had grown more comfortable being sexual with her boyfriend again, and despite his strict orders not to cum, Frek found himself working hard to keep his woman sexually satisfied. Some days the dragoness would sit on his face, her thighs clamped around his head and her tail curled around his twitching, neglected length. Other days she would straddle him, her heavy breasts hanging in his face, grinding her clit against the base of his denied dick until his crotch was slick with her juices. Frek watched the female shudder and moan through dozens of orgasms, his dick drooling all the while.
At other times, Tinara would choose to focus all her attention solely on him. Frek lost count of how many hours he spent with his girlfriend's massive boobs wrapped around his cock. Sometimes she would give him an actual titfuck — taking care not to push him over the edge, of course — but more often she would just press her breasts tight around him and let him pulse and throb, watching the drops of precum dribble down her chest. For Frek, it was one hell of a mindfuck: teased by the very tits that kept him indefinitely blue-balled. He had always been attracted to his girlfriend's enormous rack, but now he found himself captivated by every bounce and jiggle. Tinara ended each session by squishing his fat testicles together in her claws, seeing if she could squeeze out a few last drops of pre before she let her boyfriend stagger off to recover.
By the time Tinara finally offered to kick another cumshot out of him, Frek was CONVINCED that he would pass her test. The extra month of tease and denial did yield an even larger blast of spunk...but it was still only enough to reach her waist. Tinara gave him a sympathetic frown. Frek groaned in defeat.
After that, Tinara told Frek that it was up to HIM to decide when he thought he had saved up enough spunk for his next attempt. "You let me know when you think you're ready," she had purred, tapping her foot against the bottom of his scaly sac.
And so the dragon had grit his teeth and suffered through another 4 months of nutache. Unsurprisingly, getting the cum punted out of your testicles was not a satisfying way to have an orgasm — and thus for Frek, his balls already ached with desire from day 1. By now, the image of Tinara's tits squished together around his dick had practically been seared into his retinas, and he found his eyes glued to her chest at all times. Thankfully, his show of self-control had really restored Tinara's faith in him, and the dragoness was more than happy to toy with his dripping cock, or to flatten his 'nads with an affectionate knee to the groin. The couple would spend hours 69ing, Tinara squealing through orgasm after orgasm as Frek's cock twitched against her tongue and as his cum-stuffed testicles bulged between her clenched fingers. They were both dedicated to their task, and in an unexpected way, the couple found themselves bonding over their shared goal. Nine months after their big fight, their relationship had never been better — and Frek's balls had never been bluer.
Sadly, even four months was not enough. Tinara did her best to help, dangling her tits in his face and edging him for hours before slamming a series of bone-shaking kicks into his swollen spunk factories. Frek came with an agonized shriek, and his pent-up load DID shoot further than ever before...but it still only managed to reach her stomach. A single strand of semen hung teasingly from the underside of her left breast, as though to taunt them, but both dragons knew that that was insufficient. Her tits had to be
coated
. They had failed yet again.
And so, when Frek finally managed to drag himself off the floor — his swollen balls aching more intensely than he had ever imagined possible — he set himself yet another new goal. Sure, this task was absurd, but it had taken on huge significance. If he tried to quit now, it would resurface all kinds of doubts in Tinara's mind. If he could just do this one thing for her, then they could put their relationship troubles behind them for good.
And he had cum so close! If 4 months was enough to reach the bottom of her breasts, then 5 would probably be enough to give her tits the coating that she deserved. But maybe 6 months would be safer, to really make sure that he had saved up a big enough load?
Frek shuddered. The idea of going 6 months without an orgasm was intimidating. They weren't even engaged yet! But on the other hand, the last 9 months of his life had involved only 3 ruined orgasms, each one forcibly booted out of his bloated balls. And if he failed another attempt...well, he might have only one or two ruined orgasms to look forward to in the next entire YEAR. He couldn't even remember what a real orgasm felt like any more — just that he wanted one more than anything else in the world. 6 months sounded like hell, but wasn't this already hell?
And so the male had waited and waited, his cock quivering through the seasons as Tinara did her best to tease him senseless. His balls churned all day, every day, and her breasts were his religion. At night, his naked girlfriend would snuggle up against his side, her boobs spilling onto his chest, and his dick would throb and drip with desire until he finally passed out from exhaustion. Frek prayed that 6 months would be enough. It had to be enough.
