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"writing": "Jax tried to get comfortable, perching just on the edge of the overstuffed armchair in his living room. His brow was furrowed, his beak hanging slightly open as the bird grunted and shifted around. No matter how he crossed, uncrossed, splayed or tightened his legs, his swollen testicles were aching between his legs. They had sunk to the bottom of their scrotum, and then an inch lower, the restraining cords having burned out a week ago and leaving all that excess weight to hang purely from the strained cords and veins that kept them healthy. \n\n\nHe reached down, cupping against the glassy, solid, straining stones that used to be his balls, hissing at the pain that his over-sensitive orbs flooded his system with. They reminded him of tomatoes that had overripened on the vine, dangling and swollen, ready to split with an errant touch. He shifted again, feathers ruffling along his shoulders as he cursed his stupid avian pride. He never should have agreed to the No Nut November challenge.\n\n\n\"Damn this foolish game,\" he muttered to himself, as he flopped against the couch's back, his legs spread, his balls dangling nearly below the cushion he was perched on. He had completed the challenge, had made it through the whole month without cumming once, but now that he could cum, he was far too uncomfortable to do anything enjoyable enough to get off. He closed his eyes, imagining all of the things he had wanted to do to reward himself for completing the challenge. Strutting into the bar, and jamming his eager junk into soft fawning mouths was the top of his list, but gloryholes, back alleys and back seats of cars were a possibility as well. At this point, last week's Thanksgiving leftovers would do the trick.\n\n\n\"Whatcha doin'?\" He heard, and opened his eyes, finding the grinning, predatorial smile of a tiger just above him. Charn had snuck into his house while he was day dreaming - his front door was still wide open, and he felt the cool winter draft against his naked toes - and was looking meaningfully down between the peregrine falcon's thighs. \"What's that?\"\n\n\nJax's heart thudded in his chest, fully aware of the way he was presenting himself, and more specifically, the way he was presenting his balls. \"Urm... hi Charn...\" He tried to reach down and casually cover himself up, but the tiger slipped a clawed finger under Jax's wrist, lifting it back up and away and flopping it over the arm of the chair. \"What's... what?\"\n\n\n\"Don't play innocent with me,\" Charn said, his paw moving down and gripping the falcon's half-hard cock. \"You been holding out on me, Jax. Look at those huge balls! Why didn't you tell me you were so well hung?\"\n\n\nJax blushed, wanting to push the tiger's hand away from his groin but also, also, desperately needing the warm, bristly caress of the big male's warm hand around his dick. \"Charn, you know I've been doing the no-nut challenge, it was your idea after all... They've swollen.\"\n\n\n\"So I see,\" the tiger growled. He slowly slunk down, resting on his knees between Jax's thighs, keeping the bird from closing them. \"Bigger than I expected, very nice. You should let me have them.\" \n\n\n\"No,\" Jax said, adamantly. \"You can not cut off my balls. No tricks, no subterfuge, I'm keeping my balls. I heard about what you did with James, and Brock, and Alan, and Mequite...\"\n\n\n\"Those were accidents,\" Charn protested, but his smile disagreed. He slowly stroked Jax's dick, eyes narrowing knowingly as the dick throbbed and oozed warm slime against his fingers. \"I didn't mean to eat their balls, they just somehow ended up in my mouth....\"\n\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure,\" Jax scoffed, his voice hitching with a throb of pleasure from the tiger's easy, casual handling of his needy shaft. \"Fuck, dammit Charn, please let go of my cock, I don't want-\"\n\n\n\"You do want, \" Charn countered, stroking his thumbtip against the very tip of the bird's shaft. \"You can't argue otherwise, not with me. You know how many guys I've helped in just your situation.\" He stroked the backs of his knuckles down the falcon's scrotum, lightly teasing his fingers against the swollen, aching cords that led to his over-full testicles. \"And you, my friend, need my help.\"\n\n\nJax's green eyes shifted with indecision, the big bird completely aware of the way Charn had moved to pin him to the couch. Jax could not leave this situation, not easily and potentially not without fighting. The tiger's fingers caressed along the underside of his nut-sack, tickling the soft skin and making his scrotum bunch up in a way that made the feeling of blue balls that much more intense.\n\n\n\"Stop teasing me,\" Jax whimpered. His gray beak opened, then clacked shut, as Jax stared sullenly off to the side, away from the feline. His swollen testes throbbed, as the tiger's warm palm cupped up underneath them, and Jax sighed audibly with the relief of weight being lifted. \"I can't be certain of your... intentions...\"\n\n\n\"You can't, can you?\" Charn grumbled, as he leaned down, laying a dry, whiskered smooch against the underside of the hawk's maleness. \"I think you trust me, though. I think you were hoping I'd stop by to help you out with your... burden. I think you like the risk of trusting me with your prized, precious testicles, don't you?\"\n\n\n\"Charn,\" Jax wheezed. The tiger's palm was subtly massaging, kneading his eggs, the sensation making him even more acutely aware of their sensitivity, their existence. \"I've been saving up for a full month... You aren't going to deprive me of my reward, are you?\"\n\n\nThe tiger canted his head, shaking it slyly back and forth, as his released the bird's shaft and instead gripped the bird's other nut in a warm, strong grasp. \"Of course not. I want to see you pop off, just as much as you do. And, besides, as you already said... I've already had my lunch.\"\n\n\nJax groaned, as the tiger gave the faintest of squeezes around his organs. He dipped his head in a subtle nod, consenting, an agreement to allow the tiger to work his wiles upon the straining avian's aching flesh. \nCharn wasted no time, of course. Fingers brushed and held, gripping and kneading the bird's heavy eggs. Fingertips traced warm, pleasing trails along the outside of the bird's scrotum, while the warm and comforting embrace of the tiger's palms buoyed the bird's eggs on a pillow of indulgent sensations. The tiger leaned forward, and his wide, pink tongue cleaned a drool of precum from the underside of the bird's shaft. \n\n\n\"Tangy,\" the tiger said, as he licked at the drooling cream again, and then again. Jax whimpered, watching the feline's teeth, his dick throbbing with unexpected eagerness with each slow, rough rasp of Charn's tongue against his flesh. \"I might have to nibble. Just a bit. You'd like that, right?\"\n\n\"Do not,\" Jax wheezed, his paws moving to hold the tiger's skull, gripping around the dark rounded ears. \"No bites, no scratches, nothing tricky.\"\n\n\n\"Of course not, I wouldn't dream of it,\" the tiger said, shortly before engulfing the bird's dick in his wet, rough, hot maw. His tongue scoured the bird's flesh, grooming over the fibrous 'plates' that overlapped along the underside of his shaft, but rasping with such torturous efficiency that Jax found himself gritting his beak in overstimulation. He knew that felines could stip meat from bones with just their tongues, and he didn't want to know what having his dick ripped apart by a tiger's tastebuds would feel like.\n\n\nJax pulled at the feline's ears, tugging the fawning tiger up from between his legs. Charn looked up at him, curiously, one eyebrow quirked as he licked his chops, and Jax let go of one ear and wrapped his hand around his cock instead.\n\n\n\"Sorry, Charn, but I was, uh... gonna cum,\" he said, stroking himself slowly. \"Too fast, I mean. I'll just stroke myself, that way I can control myself.\"\n\n\nCharn nodded, listening, ears perked forward and a knowing smirk on his muzzle. \"Sure, sure, I get that. After all, you've been edging for what... four and a half weeks already... you wouldn't want to jump the gun.\" \n\n\nHis fingers squeezed down around the bird's left testicle, and Jax's ballmeat bulged out around the clenching tiger digits. He held that for an excruciating dozen seconds, feeling the stressed gland gurgling as the turgid flesh trapped inside was compressed and forced to shift to normalize to the sudden misshaping of it's containing vessel. Jax yelped, his body curling up protectively, and he grasped the tiger's paw with his other hand - the one that was not actively stroking his thick, straining, purplish shaft.\n\n\n\"Not so rough!\" Jax cried, and the tiger immediately released his hold on the bird's precious endowments, only to clench down with his other paw on the other nut. \"Hhurgh, Charn, no!\"\n\n\n\"Yes,\" Charn countered, his aggressive kneading alternating back and forth between the two swollen orbs. \"You don't want claws, or fangs, or tongue, all I've got left is my fingers. Let me massage the cum out of you, Jax. I promise not to damage you in any way, despite what it feels like. You're sooo backed up, your cum is like cheese right now, you gotta let me help melt it down so that your orgasm actually does something instead of just dry pulsing.\"\n\n\nJax wanted to protest, wanted to tell Charn to leave, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. The tiger's ministrations were working, even if Jax didn't want to admit it. When one paw clenched down, juicing one egg, the other's fingers rolled in slow circles, applying gentle pressure that made his eggs tingle with delight. As cruel as the feline was being, Jax could detect a reverence in Charn's thick, firm fingers, an intentional care in the pain that the striped villain was inflicting into Jax's groin.\n\n\nThe bird's dick certainly enjoyed it. Jax's fingers were awkward, hesitant, pausing when the tiger clenched down, expecting to see his fruits crushed, juiced between the feline's fingers, but despite the competing ache of pain and need that was curdling the nerves in his guts, Jax's dick could not be any harder. The falcon's talons digged into the well worn carpet, shredding through the gray plastic as he struggled not to clamp his thighs closed around the intruder's paws.\n\n\n\"Charn...\" He tried to plead, but a wincing gasp drowned out whatever he intended to bargain for. The two predators watched each other, Charn's eyes sharp and clear, and Jax's half-lidded, muddled with pain and lust. The tiger's whiskers twitched with each of Jax's suppressed grunts, intensely watching his chosen prey's delicate responses to the cruel, crushing gnashing of his oversized orbs.\n\n\n\"Stop worrying about it, Jax,\" the feline crooned, as his confident paws worked their rough magic, softening up and bruising the tender tissues of the hawk's fat nuts. He was clearly enjoying passing the hefty eggs between his paws, lifting and squeezing, twisting and tugging. If it wasn't for the spasms of pain that Jax felt each time the tiger tugged them to the end of their cords, the hark might think that they were actually detached. Charn leaned down, and pressed his lips between them, kissing into the cleavage of the musky eggs. \"It's not like you could stop it now, even if you could.\"\n\n\n\"Stop what,\" Jax said, his fingers stroking, squeezing and tugging against his thick shaft. His breath had been hitched in his throat as he watched the predator's teeth press against his precious nut-sack, and now it was released in a plaintive whine, \"What are you doing, are you castrating me?\"\n\n\nCharn paused, fingers clutching the bird's eggs possessively. The predatory glint in his eyes softened just enough to feign concern. \"Should I stop what I'm doing, Jax?\" he facetious asked, voice as sooth as satin.\n\n\nFlushed with humiliation and need, Jax found himself shaking his head, even though he knew he should be nodding. \"I... No. Don't stop. It's... I like it.\" His nares were hot and red, the admission of his desires unfurled and naked between them.\n\n\n\"Yeah, well, obviously,\" Charn said. His grin broadened, wicked and knowing. Fingers clenched down into both balls at once, cruelly mashing Jax's masculinity between them. \"You're about fifteen seconds away from begging me to pop these bloated nuts, aren't you? Don't bother answering, we both know the answer. You're helpless right now, helpless to your own lusts. Even if I had a knife against your sack, you wouldn't stop jacking off right now, would you?\"\n\n\nJax whimpered hotly, and Charn kept talking. \n\n\n\"Would you give them to me, if I asked, Jax? Would you let me claim your massive, ripe testicles as my own?\" He paused, noting as the bird's fingers began to speed up on his prick. \"They're so important to you, right? They define you as a male,\" He teased, casually smacking his lips. \"But, damn, dude, I'd probably just drop them in the meat grinder.\"\n\n\n\"Fuck!\" Jax exclaimed, the cruel mashing and kneading and intentional taunting becoming an unbearable burden, his groin tightening with a building lust, a crack in a wall he had built up over the last thirty days. \"Charn, please don't castrate me, I just want to cum!\"\n\n\n\"Oh, sweet bird, you're going to castrate yourself,\" Charn said. He tugged down, crushing and squeezing into the bird's fattened eggs before letting them swing to thump painfully heavy against the front of the couch, hanging down a full two inches lower than they had before. \"As much as you'd enjoy me taking your balls, that's not what's going to happen today.\"\n\n\n\"W-what? What's going to happen?\" Jax asked, whimpering as the full weight of his balls dragged his cords taut inside his belly once more, his whole groin roiling with the pressure. He leaned forward as Charn climbed onto the couch, sliding behind him, the feline's hard dick sliding down along along his spin before nestling in between the bird's buttocks. Charn stroked his fingers, slick with the bird's sack-sweat, against his beak, staining it with his own musk.\n\n\n\"You're gonna cum, Jax,\" Charn purred, crooning into the bird's ear as he wrapped arms around and under Jax's. He slid fingertips through the feathers of his chest, letting his claws rake against the hapless bird's naked skin underneath. \"But your weak, useless body can't handle cumming so much, Jax. I'm afraid your balls will simply explode.\"\n\n\n\"Bullshit,\" Jax sneered, but he could feel something, deep in his guts, that wasn't so sure. \"What do you mean, explode?\"\n\n\n\"I mean,\" Charn whispered, as he reached down past Jax's furiously stroking paw, to hook a claw underneath the bird's scrotum. He lifted, tugging upwards and hauling the bird's nuts up over his left thigh. He gripped the scrotum around the neck, wrapping his fist around the neck and squeezing down to make it bulge past his fingers, tugging up and stretching the juicy grapefruits up past the pink, angry, oozing tip of the bird's cock. \"Ka-boom. You're gonna paint the ceiling with your cum, and the floor with your nut guts.\"\n\n\nCharn traced his thumb along the cleavage between the two balls locked between his fingers, each one pulsing angrily with Jax's heartbeat, counting down the seconds until Jax's release. Jax felt a visceral throb, his body contracting, preparing to orgasm. This was what Jax had wanted, for weeks, and that damned tiger was playing a game with him, trying to ruin his orgasm. There was no going back now, no way to turn back. He pushed back against the feline, his fingers stroking slickly over the glistening, needy shaft, and closed his eyes. \n\n\n\"Here you go,\" Charn teased, as he moved down, biting into the back of the bird's neck. His fangs pushed through feathers and into flesh, trapping Jax in place and giving the bird a sudden bolt of shock and fear, the fury of the bite mixing with the submissive need to be claimed, and Jax came.\n\n\nHis body buckled, convulsing in the bigger feline's strong arms, but Charn held him close, keeping him from wiggling away. The bird's shaft squirted a single warning shot, a sleek narrow stream of cum that pinged hard against the underside of the bird's beak. It wasn't cum as much as it was all the extra precum being violently expunged at once. Charn tugged at the bird's balls, just a slight amount, just a bit of pressure to pull the scrotum even more tautly stretched around the huge eggs, and Jax felt the huge expanse of his pent up orgasm surge its way up and out of him. \n\n\nJax surrendered to the sensation, a guttural cry ripping out of his throat as the first real spurt of his orgasm ripped through his cock. Seed ejected out of his cock in a flooded river, a white hot jet of ecstasy that tore through his body. Jax knew, then, that it was not enough, that he wasn't going to be able to handle the sheer magnitude of the orgasm pushing it's way up and through him. \n\n\nAs the first pulse subsided, the bird's loins exploded. His massive testicles detonated with barbaric violence, the tiger paw left holding only loose, empty scrotum as the two trapped grapefruits above it sundered themselves apart with the force of the bird's pleasured explosion. He couldn't even gasp, staring in shock as what had been his balls erupted, pieces tearing through his scrotum, splattering in skidding greasy globs across the floor. He felt a stinging, fizzing thump against his chest, heard a crash as the cup of coffee he had been drinking earlier was blown clear off the end table to his left. It was a grotesque testament to his orgasm, the room echoing with the wet, splattering, musky sound of Jax's testicular devastation.\n\n\nThe hawk's body quivered in Charn's arms, as Jax tried to explain, to warn, to swear as his balls detonated into hunks of masculine slurry. The tiger stroked through his fur, grimacing at the painfully red tip of the bird's cock - the sheer size of the gushing seed that pulsed out of the hawk in massive gouts of pleasure had skinned the bird's urethra, had blown off the tip of his dick, leaving a hollow, garish, gorey tube where the bird's intact shaft had once been. \n\n\nThe room stank with the scent of semen and the tang of ruptured flesh, and Charn's mouth watered with the fresh meat that had been cast so decadently across the room. \"Not a bad blast off, huh?\" He asked, but the bird wasn't responding. Charn reached down, pulling Jax's limp hand free of his oozing, shattered penis. His arm was limp, the fingers senseless, and he dropped it to the side. \n\n\n\"You know,\" He whispered to the unconscious bird, as he reached down to the hawk's spent, flagging erection. He slipped a finger down into the gaping urethra, dragging the claw slowly up the inside of it, and then brought it to his lips to taste it. \"I only ever promised not to take your balls.\"",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jax tried to get comfortable, perching just on the edge of the overstuffed armchair in his living room. His brow was furrowed, his beak hanging slightly open as the bird grunted and shifted around. No matter how he crossed, uncrossed, splayed or tightened his legs, his swollen testicles were aching between his legs. They had sunk to the bottom of their scrotum, and then an inch lower, the restraining cords having burned out a week ago and leaving all that excess weight to hang purely from the strained cords and veins that kept them healthy.
He reached down, cupping against the glassy, solid, straining stones that used to be his balls, hissing at the pain that his over-sensitive orbs flooded his system with. They reminded him of tomatoes that had overripened on the vine, dangling and swollen, ready to split with an errant touch. He shifted again, feathers ruffling along his shoulders as he cursed his stupid avian pride. He never should have agreed to the No Nut November challenge.
"Damn this foolish game," he muttered to himself, as he flopped against the couch's back, his legs spread, his balls dangling nearly below the cushion he was perched on. He had completed the challenge, had made it through the whole month without cumming once, but now that he could cum, he was far too uncomfortable to do anything enjoyable enough to get off. He closed his eyes, imagining all of the things he had wanted to do to reward himself for completing the challenge. Strutting into the bar, and jamming his eager junk into soft fawning mouths was the top of his list, but gloryholes, back alleys and back seats of cars were a possibility as well. At this point, last week's Thanksgiving leftovers would do the trick.
"Whatcha doin'?" He heard, and opened his eyes, finding the grinning, predatorial smile of a tiger just above him. Charn had snuck into his house while he was day dreaming - his front door was still wide open, and he felt the cool winter draft against his naked toes - and was looking meaningfully down between the peregrine falcon's thighs. "What's that?"
Jax's heart thudded in his chest, fully aware of the way he was presenting himself, and more specifically, the way he was presenting his balls. "Urm... hi Charn..." He tried to reach down and casually cover himself up, but the tiger slipped a clawed finger under Jax's wrist, lifting it back up and away and flopping it over the arm of the chair. "What's... what?"
"Don't play innocent with me," Charn said, his paw moving down and gripping the falcon's half-hard cock. "You been holding out on me, Jax. Look at those huge balls! Why didn't you tell me you were so well hung?"
Jax blushed, wanting to push the tiger's hand away from his groin but also, also, desperately needing the warm, bristly caress of the big male's warm hand around his dick. "Charn, you know I've been doing the no-nut challenge, it was your idea after all... They've swollen."
"So I see," the tiger growled. He slowly slunk down, resting on his knees between Jax's thighs, keeping the bird from closing them. "Bigger than I expected, very nice. You should let me have them."
"No," Jax said, adamantly. "You can not cut off my balls. No tricks, no subterfuge, I'm keeping my balls. I heard about what you did with James, and Brock, and Alan, and Mequite..."
"Those were accidents," Charn protested, but his smile disagreed. He slowly stroked Jax's dick, eyes narrowing knowingly as the dick throbbed and oozed warm slime against his fingers. "I didn't mean to eat their balls, they just somehow ended up in my mouth...."
"Oh, I'm sure," Jax scoffed, his voice hitching with a throb of pleasure from the tiger's easy, casual handling of his needy shaft. "Fuck, dammit Charn, please let go of my cock, I don't want-"
"You do want, " Charn countered, stroking his thumbtip against the very tip of the bird's shaft. "You can't argue otherwise, not with me. You know how many guys I've helped in just your situation." He stroked the backs of his knuckles down the falcon's scrotum, lightly teasing his fingers against the swollen, aching cords that led to his over-full testicles. "And you, my friend, need my help."
Jax's green eyes shifted with indecision, the big bird completely aware of the way Charn had moved to pin him to the couch. Jax could not leave this situation, not easily and potentially not without fighting. The tiger's fingers caressed along the underside of his nut-sack, tickling the soft skin and making his scrotum bunch up in a way that made the feeling of blue balls that much more intense.
"Stop teasing me," Jax whimpered. His gray beak opened, then clacked shut, as Jax stared sullenly off to the side, away from the feline. His swollen testes throbbed, as the tiger's warm palm cupped up underneath them, and Jax sighed audibly with the relief of weight being lifted. "I can't be certain of your... intentions..."
"You can't, can you?" Charn grumbled, as he leaned down, laying a dry, whiskered smooch against the underside of the hawk's maleness. "I think you trust me, though. I think you were hoping I'd stop by to help you out with your... burden. I think you like the risk of trusting me with your prized, precious testicles, don't you?"
"Charn," Jax wheezed. The tiger's palm was subtly massaging, kneading his eggs, the sensation making him even more acutely aware of their sensitivity, their existence. "I've been saving up for a full month... You aren't going to deprive me of my reward, are you?"
The tiger canted his head, shaking it slyly back and forth, as his released the bird's shaft and instead gripped the bird's other nut in a warm, strong grasp. "Of course not. I want to see you pop off, just as much as you do. And, besides, as you already said... I've already had my lunch."
Jax groaned, as the tiger gave the faintest of squeezes around his organs. He dipped his head in a subtle nod, consenting, an agreement to allow the tiger to work his wiles upon the straining avian's aching flesh. Charn wasted no time, of course. Fingers brushed and held, gripping and kneading the bird's heavy eggs. Fingertips traced warm, pleasing trails along the outside of the bird's scrotum, while the warm and comforting embrace of the tiger's palms buoyed the bird's eggs on a pillow of indulgent sensations. The tiger leaned forward, and his wide, pink tongue cleaned a drool of precum from the underside of the bird's shaft.
"Tangy," the tiger said, as he licked at the drooling cream again, and then again. Jax whimpered, watching the feline's teeth, his dick throbbing with unexpected eagerness with each slow, rough rasp of Charn's tongue against his flesh. "I might have to nibble. Just a bit. You'd like that, right?"
"Do not," Jax wheezed, his paws moving to hold the tiger's skull, gripping around the dark rounded ears. "No bites, no scratches, nothing tricky."
"Of course not, I wouldn't dream of it," the tiger said, shortly before engulfing the bird's dick in his wet, rough, hot maw. His tongue scoured the bird's flesh, grooming over the fibrous 'plates' that overlapped along the underside of his shaft, but rasping with such torturous efficiency that Jax found himself gritting his beak in overstimulation. He knew that felines could stip meat from bones with just their tongues, and he didn't want to know what having his dick ripped apart by a tiger's tastebuds would feel like.
Jax pulled at the feline's ears, tugging the fawning tiger up from between his legs. Charn looked up at him, curiously, one eyebrow quirked as he licked his chops, and Jax let go of one ear and wrapped his hand around his cock instead.
"Sorry, Charn, but I was, uh... gonna cum," he said, stroking himself slowly. "Too fast, I mean. I'll just stroke myself, that way I can control myself."
Charn nodded, listening, ears perked forward and a knowing smirk on his muzzle. "Sure, sure, I get that. After all, you've been edging for what... four and a half weeks already... you wouldn't want to jump the gun."
His fingers squeezed down around the bird's left testicle, and Jax's ballmeat bulged out around the clenching tiger digits. He held that for an excruciating dozen seconds, feeling the stressed gland gurgling as the turgid flesh trapped inside was compressed and forced to shift to normalize to the sudden misshaping of it's containing vessel. Jax yelped, his body curling up protectively, and he grasped the tiger's paw with his other hand - the one that was not actively stroking his thick, straining, purplish shaft.
"Not so rough!" Jax cried, and the tiger immediately released his hold on the bird's precious endowments, only to clench down with his other paw on the other nut. "Hhurgh, Charn, no!"
"Yes," Charn countered, his aggressive kneading alternating back and forth between the two swollen orbs. "You don't want claws, or fangs, or tongue, all I've got left is my fingers. Let me massage the cum out of you, Jax. I promise not to damage you in any way, despite what it feels like. You're sooo backed up, your cum is like cheese right now, you gotta let me help melt it down so that your orgasm actually does something instead of just dry pulsing."
Jax wanted to protest, wanted to tell Charn to leave, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. The tiger's ministrations were working, even if Jax didn't want to admit it. When one paw clenched down, juicing one egg, the other's fingers rolled in slow circles, applying gentle pressure that made his eggs tingle with delight. As cruel as the feline was being, Jax could detect a reverence in Charn's thick, firm fingers, an intentional care in the pain that the striped villain was inflicting into Jax's groin.
The bird's dick certainly enjoyed it. Jax's fingers were awkward, hesitant, pausing when the tiger clenched down, expecting to see his fruits crushed, juiced between the feline's fingers, but despite the competing ache of pain and need that was curdling the nerves in his guts, Jax's dick could not be any harder. The falcon's talons digged into the well worn carpet, shredding through the gray plastic as he struggled not to clamp his thighs closed around the intruder's paws.
"Charn..." He tried to plead, but a wincing gasp drowned out whatever he intended to bargain for. The two predators watched each other, Charn's eyes sharp and clear, and Jax's half-lidded, muddled with pain and lust. The tiger's whiskers twitched with each of Jax's suppressed grunts, intensely watching his chosen prey's delicate responses to the cruel, crushing gnashing of his oversized orbs.
"Stop worrying about it, Jax," the feline crooned, as his confident paws worked their rough magic, softening up and bruising the tender tissues of the hawk's fat nuts. He was clearly enjoying passing the hefty eggs between his paws, lifting and squeezing, twisting and tugging. If it wasn't for the spasms of pain that Jax felt each time the tiger tugged them to the end of their cords, the hark might think that they were actually detached. Charn leaned down, and pressed his lips between them, kissing into the cleavage of the musky eggs. "It's not like you could stop it now, even if you could."
"Stop what," Jax said, his fingers stroking, squeezing and tugging against his thick shaft. His breath had been hitched in his throat as he watched the predator's teeth press against his precious nut-sack, and now it was released in a plaintive whine, "What are you doing, are you castrating me?"
Charn paused, fingers clutching the bird's eggs possessively. The predatory glint in his eyes softened just enough to feign concern. "Should I stop what I'm doing, Jax?" he facetious asked, voice as sooth as satin.
Flushed with humiliation and need, Jax found himself shaking his head, even though he knew he should be nodding. "I... No. Don't stop. It's... I like it." His nares were hot and red, the admission of his desires unfurled and naked between them.
"Yeah, well, obviously," Charn said. His grin broadened, wicked and knowing. Fingers clenched down into both balls at once, cruelly mashing Jax's masculinity between them. "You're about fifteen seconds away from begging me to pop these bloated nuts, aren't you? Don't bother answering, we both know the answer. You're helpless right now, helpless to your own lusts. Even if I had a knife against your sack, you wouldn't stop jacking off right now, would you?"
Jax whimpered hotly, and Charn kept talking.
"Would you give them to me, if I asked, Jax? Would you let me claim your massive, ripe testicles as my own?" He paused, noting as the bird's fingers began to speed up on his prick. "They're so important to you, right? They define you as a male," He teased, casually smacking his lips. "But, damn, dude, I'd probably just drop them in the meat grinder."
"Fuck!" Jax exclaimed, the cruel mashing and kneading and intentional taunting becoming an unbearable burden, his groin tightening with a building lust, a crack in a wall he had built up over the last thirty days. "Charn, please don't castrate me, I just want to cum!"
"Oh, sweet bird, you're going to castrate yourself," Charn said. He tugged down, crushing and squeezing into the bird's fattened eggs before letting them swing to thump painfully heavy against the front of the couch, hanging down a full two inches lower than they had before. "As much as you'd enjoy me taking your balls, that's not what's going to happen today."
"W-what? What's going to happen?" Jax asked, whimpering as the full weight of his balls dragged his cords taut inside his belly once more, his whole groin roiling with the pressure. He leaned forward as Charn climbed onto the couch, sliding behind him, the feline's hard dick sliding down along along his spin before nestling in between the bird's buttocks. Charn stroked his fingers, slick with the bird's sack-sweat, against his beak, staining it with his own musk.
"You're gonna cum, Jax," Charn purred, crooning into the bird's ear as he wrapped arms around and under Jax's. He slid fingertips through the feathers of his chest, letting his claws rake against the hapless bird's naked skin underneath. "But your weak, useless body can't handle cumming so much, Jax. I'm afraid your balls will simply explode."
"Bullshit," Jax sneered, but he could feel something, deep in his guts, that wasn't so sure. "What do you mean, explode?"
"I mean," Charn whispered, as he reached down past Jax's furiously stroking paw, to hook a claw underneath the bird's scrotum. He lifted, tugging upwards and hauling the bird's nuts up over his left thigh. He gripped the scrotum around the neck, wrapping his fist around the neck and squeezing down to make it bulge past his fingers, tugging up and stretching the juicy grapefruits up past the pink, angry, oozing tip of the bird's cock. "Ka-boom. You're gonna paint the ceiling with your cum, and the floor with your nut guts."
Charn traced his thumb along the cleavage between the two balls locked between his fingers, each one pulsing angrily with Jax's heartbeat, counting down the seconds until Jax's release. Jax felt a visceral throb, his body contracting, preparing to orgasm. This was what Jax had wanted, for weeks, and that damned tiger was playing a game with him, trying to ruin his orgasm. There was no going back now, no way to turn back. He pushed back against the feline, his fingers stroking slickly over the glistening, needy shaft, and closed his eyes.
"Here you go," Charn teased, as he moved down, biting into the back of the bird's neck. His fangs pushed through feathers and into flesh, trapping Jax in place and giving the bird a sudden bolt of shock and fear, the fury of the bite mixing with the submissive need to be claimed, and Jax came.
His body buckled, convulsing in the bigger feline's strong arms, but Charn held him close, keeping him from wiggling away. The bird's shaft squirted a single warning shot, a sleek narrow stream of cum that pinged hard against the underside of the bird's beak. It wasn't cum as much as it was all the extra precum being violently expunged at once. Charn tugged at the bird's balls, just a slight amount, just a bit of pressure to pull the scrotum even more tautly stretched around the huge eggs, and Jax felt the huge expanse of his pent up orgasm surge its way up and out of him.
Jax surrendered to the sensation, a guttural cry ripping out of his throat as the first real spurt of his orgasm ripped through his cock. Seed ejected out of his cock in a flooded river, a white hot jet of ecstasy that tore through his body. Jax knew, then, that it was not enough, that he wasn't going to be able to handle the sheer magnitude of the orgasm pushing it's way up and through him.
As the first pulse subsided, the bird's loins exploded. His massive testicles detonated with barbaric violence, the tiger paw left holding only loose, empty scrotum as the two trapped grapefruits above it sundered themselves apart with the force of the bird's pleasured explosion. He couldn't even gasp, staring in shock as what had been his balls erupted, pieces tearing through his scrotum, splattering in skidding greasy globs across the floor. He felt a stinging, fizzing thump against his chest, heard a crash as the cup of coffee he had been drinking earlier was blown clear off the end table to his left. It was a grotesque testament to his orgasm, the room echoing with the wet, splattering, musky sound of Jax's testicular devastation.
The hawk's body quivered in Charn's arms, as Jax tried to explain, to warn, to swear as his balls detonated into hunks of masculine slurry. The tiger stroked through his fur, grimacing at the painfully red tip of the bird's cock - the sheer size of the gushing seed that pulsed out of the hawk in massive gouts of pleasure had skinned the bird's urethra, had blown off the tip of his dick, leaving a hollow, garish, gorey tube where the bird's intact shaft had once been.
The room stank with the scent of semen and the tang of ruptured flesh, and Charn's mouth watered with the fresh meat that had been cast so decadently across the room. "Not a bad blast off, huh?" He asked, but the bird wasn't responding. Charn reached down, pulling Jax's limp hand free of his oozing, shattered penis. His arm was limp, the fingers senseless, and he dropped it to the side.
"You know," He whispered to the unconscious bird, as he reached down to the hawk's spent, flagging erection. He slipped a finger down into the gaping urethra, dragging the claw slowly up the inside of it, and then brought it to his lips to taste it. "I only ever promised not to take your balls."",
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