Travis dropped from the pull-up bar and wiped the sweat from his brow. The German Shepherd earned a wave of admiration from the girls that were crowded around. Their reactions made him swell with confidence. “I could watch you work out all day.” one in the group said. She swished her tail side to side, blushing.

        “Thanks for letting us tag along, by the way!” another chimed in.

        “You’ve gotta be getting tired by now though. It’s been an hour since we got here. Don’t you want to take a break?”

        “That was nothing.” Travis boasted. “I’m just getting warmed up.” Eager to show off more, he scanned the room for something he hadn’t used yet. It was outside opening hours so the gym was empty aside from the six of them. They had the whole place to themselves, and with it the choice of any equipment he wanted. At that point he realized the only thing he hadn’t touched was the balance beam. “That doesn’t look too hard. All you have to do is stay balanced. I’m already good at that.”

        The girls went quiet. They turned to look at each other, then back at him. “Uh… you know only women do the beam, right? That’s for a reason.” one of them warned.

        “And it’s not as easy as it looks.” another girl added.

        “Watch and learn, ladies.” Travis replied. Puffing out his chest, he went straight for the beam. The girls gave each other another look but nobody tried to stop him. They gathered around to watch as he mounted it.

	The climb was trivial for someone of his build, but once he tried to stand he began to wobble. Being so high in the air made him feel unsteady. Looking down, he saw his feet barely even fit the width of the beam. It was too late to back down now though.

	His audience noticed him struggling already. “Maybe you should just… try walking to the other side?” one suggested. She looked apprehensive.

        “Y-Yeah, good idea. I don’t want to pull a muscle right before the game.” Travis said. He was eager to jump on her offer after realizing he couldn’t possibly do any more. Moving very slowly, he put one foot in front of the other, walking forward. After a few paces he tried to look up from his feet, but the very next step he nearly missed the beam and tried to stand on air. His heart skipped a beat as he caught himself at the last moment, narrowly avoiding a catastrophe. From then on his eyes didn’t leave his feet. 

        Travis heard the girls whispering to each other but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was obvious they saw his slipup and were talking about him. Taking a deep breath, he convinced himself he had it under control. The added distraction certainly didn’t make it any easier though. After saying what they wanted to say all five girls watched in silence, holding their breath. Their eyes were glued to him. The pressure was on not to make a fool of himself.

        The shepherd kept it together long enough to get halfway across. He wasn’t expecting to make it that far, but the desire to maintain his persona was a powerful motivator. It was then that one of his feet unexpectedly slipped out from beneath him. The girls gasped and stared in suspense. Caught completely off guard, he was forced to flail his arms around to stay balanced. He compensated by alternating between leaning from one side to the other. It occurred to him jumping off was probably his best option, but the four foot fall made him hesitate just long enough to lose that opportunity.

        Travis overcompensated by leaning too far to one side. He spiraled out of control. After a three second long spectacle his other foot went too, putting him in freefall. As he plummeted to his doom his worst nightmare became a reality. One leg was caught on either side. He split the beam. Before his feet touched the ground he came to an abrupt halt. A deafening crunch echoed off the ceiling accompanied by a drawn out, high pitched yelp. "Arrrrrp!"

	A chorus of sympathetic “oooh”s filled the air as the girls cringed in unison. Some of them covered their mouths. They were speechless at the sight of the shepherd racking his own nuts in such a dramatic fashion. The once-proud canine was reduced to a trembling sobbing mess.

	Travis’s muscles locked into place and he clamped his legs around the beam, preventing him from falling off. He curled his toes and his eyes lost focus as his balls were continuously crushed. Choking and wheezing, he tried to speak, but was rendered mute. The pain from his groin traveled up his body into his throat where it closed his windpipe. For several agonizing moments he was breathless, his entire weight bearing down on his testicles alone. They were squished to a mere fraction of their normal width, quivering and slithering around as they fought to escape their demise.

	Eventually he managed to lean far enough to fall off. He landed on the padded floor with a thump. After the pressure was relieved from his crotch he could finally breathe again. Curling into a ball and cupping his tortured gonads, he rolled back and forth. “M-My nuts… my nuts… hrnnng, oh god… my nuts…” he said, moaning and whimpering hysterically.

	The girls watched in silence, unsure what to say or do. Then he heard a sing-songy voice from the crowd say, “Told you sooo…” and everyone burst into giggles. Once the surprise had worn off they couldn’t help but find the situation comical.

	“S-Stop laughing! It fucking hurts!” he demanded, red as a tomato.

	“I guess we wouldn’t understand.” one girl teased, still giggling.

	“I swear, guys are so melodramatic about their balls.” another said.

	“Urgh… I feel like I’m gonna puke…”

	She rolled her eyes. “I’ll get an ice pack if you stop being such a baby.”

	When she got back he held it between his legs and winced in discomfort. It was a highly unpleasant sensation. Another twenty minutes went by before he could stand on his own. By then he swore off trying new tricks for a while, at least until his balls felt better.


* * *


	Abigail took a sip of her drink, then set it back on the bartop and returned to her phone. The coyote looked bored as she sat among the crowd of people at the bar, like she was just killing time. She wasn’t talking to anyone, which presented an opportunity for a stranger to approach and strike up a conversation.

	“Evening, beautiful.” a lion said. His cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol on his breath, and his speech was subtly slurred. “What’s a lady like you doing sitting here all alone?”

	“I’m not interested.” she said. Her eyes never left her phone.

	“What? Not even a chat?” he asked, inching closer to stay in her peripheral vision.

	“No. Go away.” she repeated, becoming irritated.

	"I would hate to walk away from someone so pretty though." he said. The man leaned an elbow against the bar, gazing at her. "Can I get you another drink?" Abigail turned to him and glared.

	"I have a boyfriend."

	"Don’t worry, he doesn’t have to know." he insisted, giving her a seductive look. "I just want to show you a good time. What’s the harm in that?" She flattened her ears against her head and raised her lip, snarling.

	Abigail picked up her glass and threw the remaining drink into his face, splashing it all over. He yelped and staggered back, clutching at his burning eyes. “Gah! Fucking bitch…!” he uttered under his breath. The other bar patrons noticed the commotion and went silent, turning to stare as the altercation unfolded.

	Abigail rose to her feet and put her hands on the lion’s shoulders. She shoved him down while bringing her knee up between his legs with all her strength, striking him square in the groin. Her kneecap met his unguarded testicles, driving them into his pelvis at breakneck speed. The organs crunched loudly as they were flattened between bony surfaces. An explosion of pain made him howl and convulse.

	The coyote withdrew her leg from his crotch as quickly as she had buried it there. He slumped over with his hands between his legs, slowly sliding down the bar. When his knees touched the ground he doubled over, protecting his sore baby-makers with his whole body. “Ohhh god… m-my nuts… y-you broke my nuts…” he groaned, his eyes welling up with tears and his body trembling.

	“I hope I did, prick.” Abigail said. She turned her nose up at him.

	Most of the people watching cringed in unison, and some of the males crossed their legs or looked queasy. “Right in the family jewels.” one of the patrons said with a wince.

	“That’s gotta hurt.” another muttered.

	One of the women sitting at a table couldn’t help but giggle, which made the man she was sitting with look uncomfortable. “Hey…” he prodded, annoyed at her flippant attitude over the subject of ball pain.

	“Sorry.” she said, smirking. She stopped laughing but clearly still found it funny.

	Just as Abigail was returning to her seat a man emerged from the restroom and joined up with her. Before he had a chance to ask about the sobbing man at her feet, she wrapped an arm around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Let’s get out of here, babe.”

	“Uh… right.” He nervously looked around at their audience, then shot one last glance at the incapacitated stranger. The lion watched through tear-filled eyes as they took turns stepping around him to get to the exit. He was left clutching himself on the floor, feeling the eyes of everyone in the bar upon him.


* * *


        Laura climbed onto the bed and nestled between Andrew’s legs, laying on her belly. He spread them wider, presenting himself to the topless vixen. His already stiff length bounced as she got closer. Scooping his balls into her paw, she caressed them, then gave his cock tip a smooch. It twitched in response and the rabbit sighed through his nose. He leaned back against the headboard with his arms at his sides, settling in.

        The fox lowered her head between his legs and wrapped her lips around his cock. His plunge into the warmth and wetness of her maw was euphoric. Gazing down at her, he watched as she enveloped more of his length, then slowly bobbed her head. She created a suction with her mouth that squeezed his member, while the hand supporting his sac gave them an occasional tug. The combination sent waves of pleasure rolling through his body.

        Once the pace picked up, Laura glanced at the rabbit to observe his reaction. His eyes were closed, his jaw was slack, and his chest rose and fell briskly. When she started teasing him with her tongue his breathing only got faster. The look on his face made it clear exactly when she was getting the spot. Smiling, she turned her focus back to pleasuring him.

	Five or ten minutes after the vixen started going down on him, Andrew gripped the bedsheets. "Close…" he warned. Laura curled her fingers around his balls right away, trapping the egg-shaped organs in a tight grip. The rabbit tensed up and drew a sharp breath through his teeth. When she began to squeeze he cried out, his legs trembling. “F-Fuck! Too much!” He reflexively tried to close his legs but her body was in the way. Unable to sit still from discomfort, he bent his knees and squirmed in place. “P-Please honey, go easy on me! I can’t take it!”

	Without relenting the pressure even a little, the vixen briefly pulled her mouth away. She replaced it with her silken hand instead. “Color?” she asked, stroking his cock.

	“G-Green!” Andrew shouted, jaw clenched. She smiled and squeezed harder, raising his voice an octave. Pushing his shaking legs open with her elbows, she gave a mischievous giggle. The palpable sadism in her laugh sent a shiver up his spine. He raised a hand like he was going to protect his balls, but she swatted it away.

	“No touching.” she ordered. He put it back at his side and she looked appeased.

	The fox took him back into her maw, picking up right where she left off. Tracing his arousal with her lips, she nimbly slid it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue dragged along the underside, then she swirled it around his tip from within her mouth. Lewd slurping noises could be heard as she put constant, demanding suction on his cock. All the while she was flexing her arm, burying her dainty fingertips into the backs of his trapped gonads. “Hrrng!” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and curling his toes. He could only endure that treatment for so long before his cock swelled and his balls pulled closer to his body.

	Throwing his head back with a shuddering moan, the rabbit erupted. His cock spasmed rhythmically and he painted the inside of his partner’s mouth white. As soon as she felt his seed against her tongue she yanked his balls hard. His plumbing went taut and he let out a piercing yelp, white knuckling handfuls of the bedsheet. She likewise clamped down on his manhood, grinding the nerve-packed lumps together like she was trying to make marmalade. The harder she squeezed the faster he gushed. It was far more than Andrew would ejaculate during any normal kind of sex. Continuing to suck and lick at his tip as he came, she teased out as much as she could, swallowing every drop.

	When his spurts grew further apart Laura strengthened her grip. Pulling harder, she dug her fingers deep into his reproductive flesh, inflicting an unbearable pain that she herself could never experience. She didn’t slow down until his entire body shook violently and he was hunched forward, yowling and squealing. Tears welled up in his eyes as she excruciatingly prolonged his orgasm, wringing his balls for everything they were worth.

	Andrew slumped back, resting against the headboard while panting hard. He was completely spent. Laura finally eased up on his balls, going back to cupping them gently. She let his spit-shined cock slide out of her mouth and gazed up at him with an affectionate smirk, her tone shifting. “You came so much this time. I guess that means I’m getting better at it?”

	“Nnff… Yeah… T-That was really hot…” the rabbit said between breaths. “It hurt so bad. I thought for sure you were going to break them.” Laura giggled. She tightened her grip again, just enough to be threatening. That got his complete attention. Rising to all fours, she crawled up his body so she could whisper into his ear.

	“Next time… maybe I will break them.” she cooed, giving a tug. Andrew went silent and shrunk back, his face red. She could feel his cock throbbing like crazy as it pressed against her arm, and she grinned. “You’re so cute.”