Nuts to the Wringer or Working Things Out
by tannim
June 21, 2011

	"See, Oscar? He likes it." Milan snugged the the old clothes wringer's rollers around Tannim's scrotum at the base of his groin. The steel frame and it's white marble rollers were nice and shiny still.  The fancy decorations on the outsides and old fashion large crank and handle were fancy and gave it a nice antique look.  They were good for drying clothing and they were just right for ball torture too.  "Now remember, Tannim, you promised not to give any sarcastic comments or say anything 'funny' during this."

	Her husband, Oscar, watched as the dragon nodded.  The squirrel had agreed to let her live out her ball busting fantasies on the other male only slightly reluctantly.  He wasn't too keen on the idea of her slapping his own testicles during their love making again and really hoped she'd get it out of her system with Tannim's available to go all out on.  Milan did look happy during their preparations, though, so maybe it wold work out.

	She'd taken the naked dragon and shoved him down hard onto his knees before collaring him.  Quickly grabbing his arms she pulled them roughly behind his back to wrap them tightly together in a fake black leather rope before being tied off.  The motherly squirrel cuffed his tail after catching it and ran a short four links of chain of heavy chain from it to the back of his collar holding it up high.  Two more much longer chains were ran from his collar as well on the left and right sides.

	Milan had run them to the floor where two thick bolts  had been installed.  With Tannim on his knees and unable to get up, the woman had playfully kicked his groin where his balls would have been had he been a normal male.  It had been a lot of fun and Tannim had played the part of a struggling a unwilling victim for show.  He'd wanted it to happen too after seeing the old wringer and hearing the squirrel couple's idea for it.

	"Yes, I'll be quiet... other than screaming and pain noises anyway but..." The dragon trailed off under Milan's gaze. "Yes."

	Milan run a hand along his long scrotal rope to tug the excess flesh out.  What she had in mind would be more fun with as much of his flesh to wind along as possible.  She looked at his four feet of scrotum, it was going to be great.

	"Alright, toy.  Now comes the pain." She wished she could have thought of something more creative to say, but didn't let it stop her from slowly lowering the top section of the wringer down.  

	The old white marble of the large roller pressed to her bound dragon's nut rope and then made a delightful crunching sound as the rollers pressed tightly together with a two millimeter gap between them.  Milan smiled at the sudden sharp breath and was impressed that he hadn't asked to stop then.  She looked to Oscar, watching from across the room, then to tannim, in time to see his penis flop out of his sheath like a stallion dropping his cock.

	The rather equine visual aspect of her victim's meat helped that thought, but his dick wasn't important.  She wasn't going to be touching that part of him anyway.  Her interest was in busting his balls and her hand shook with excitement at the soft crunching noise turning the handle made.

	The rollers did their job well, crushing whatever was between them whether it was a wet cloth to wring the water out or a dragon's heavily stretched scrotum and the lengthy spermatic cords within.   Tannim's tough cords put up a fight but flesh was no match for marble and steel.  Milan turned the handle the wrong way first, though, and instead of going toward his testicles, the heavy wringer crunched an inch up toward his groin before it ran out of loose flesh to pull in.  She just smiled at her toy's agonized expression, and her husband's discomfort, and turned the handle the other way.

	Tannim felt like his gut was being punched violently from the pain.  It hurt, not as badly as he knew it would, but oh it hurt.  His whole body tensed from it, or most of it, his member just thickened a little before showing a hint of stiffening.

	The dragon, and both squirrels, kept their eyes on his scrotum while Milan cranked the handle.  That long rope pulled through slowly, making a nasty crunch the whole time.  Behind the rollers the masculine length swelled from bruising and broken blood vessels.  Tannim couldn't really think of much beyond that pain, but he did think of how bad that was going to feel when she finally reached his testicles.

	Milan's nipples stiffened with her own growing arousal.  She'd never gotten to bust a male before beyond a few slaps to her husband's own pair.  It was fun when the man she busted was willing and didn't bitch about it!  The thick mat of pubic hair between her legs, so tightly squeezed by her her panties, grew slick and damp with her needy moisture.

	She clenched her thighs together to squeeze her vulva then gave the handle another full crank.  Tannim let out a grumble of pain but it still didn't make him scream from it.  He'd make plenty more noise when she got to his balls, though, she had no doubt of that.  Even if his dick was as stiff with lust as her nipples and swaying with his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat, he'd scream for her.

	Milan looked to Oscar, who looked a bit uncomfortable despite giving them his full attention, then cranked another foot of scrotum through the roller.  Close to half his length was already wrung through it and precum oozed from his thick raised urethra.  With just under two feet left, she decided it was time for a slight change of pace.

	To let Tannim cool down a bit she picked up a little rope and walked behind him.  He hung his head and panted hard but still hadn't complained about it.  The break seemed good for him too as she tied the wing fingers together behind him.

	Her break gave her time to slip a hand down her panties and dig in to stroke two fingers around her clitoris.  The motherly squirrel nearly came but stopped herself just before she could.  She wanted her fingers as wet as she could get them and needed her lust as hot as she could stoke herself.

	Milan took a deep breath to calm her inflamed sex, then stepped back in front of her captive dragon and smeared her musky cunt juice onto Tannim's muzzle.  She couldn't help but smirk at the way he jerked.  It was as though he expected to be burned by it as her fingers trailed it all over his cheeks and then dipped back into her panties for more.

	Oscar watched her with interest and his own erection as stiff as the dragon's.  His wife stuffed scrubbed at her sex a bit more than pushed a slick finger into Tannim's right nostril, working the hot scent in deep while he snorted in surprise.  Somehow that made her husband want to fuck her more and he was amazed that he was actually getting off to his mate teasing and busting another male.

	Milan forced her musky lust into her toy's other nostril, then simply stomped on his balls where they lay next to the wringer to let both males know the break was over.  Tannim stiffened and yanked at the chains holding him kneeling on the floor, the squirrel looked over his remaining scrotal rope and that already worked over length behind the rollers.  He'd swollen a bit in front of the crushing as well as behind it.  Well, she thought, the swelling in front was just going to have to be worked out.

	Milan pushed the wringer further forward, with his tortured manhood still trapped inside, then turned the crank again.  The extra space let Tannim's crushed sack hang and droop behind the wringer more freely without touching the ground.  It also gave Oscar and herself a better view as more freshly tortured male flesh was produced.

	Tannim stared at the roller and his own length running from his groin to it.  He was anxious to get to the end and Milan decided she was too.  She playfully stomped his soft testicles again just to feel them against her foot before standing on them and turning the crank.

	The dragon's tortured flesh stretched tight before those jewels slipped free.  She dug a hand down her panties again while his scrotum wound up to the last several inches toward his orbs.  Milan slowed the crank down to give her time stroke her clit but never stopped it.

	A quick diddle drove her to a mini-orgasm that felt wonderful while reducing the need only a bit.  She wanted to save the big one for when the real show was over.  Another full turn of the crank and that show was on.

	Tannim's scrotal rope finally ran out and the spongy male eggs were squeezed against the rollers.  He hissed in agony and she kept turning.  There was a nasty pinching feeling, then a blossom of agony like a rusty jaggedly serrated knife stabbed and twisted in his gut brought the yell she wanted and the ball pain he'd wanted.

	Milan lifted her free hand up to scratch at her cheek.  That former smirk turned into a broad smile and she turned the crank a little faster to really wedge them in.  She could feel her pussy juice soaking into her panties and pubic hair and just starting to dribble down her left inner thigh from her first willing ball busting about to happen.

	Her draconian toy jerked his head back to let out a real yell of agony.  He didn't scream, which she was oddly glad of, but he was in more pain than she could imagine from it.  His stiff and rather equine looking dick swelled as stiff as it was going to get with the very tops of his jewels being pinched in the wringer.  His cocktip swelled suddenly, mushrooming out into a a wide flare.

	Milan turned the crank faster at that.  He was going to cum from her destroying them and she felt like she was too.  The balls swelled in the base of his lengthy sack  as she kept turning, the flesh around them grew taut and stiff.  When his eggs were perfectly outlined, though, they ran out of slack.

	Tannim's gut was as tight as his scrotum even before the squirrel turned the handle faster.  His balls felt like they had when she'd stomped them, only it felt like her foot was still on them while somebody viciously pinched both of them at the same time.  His eyes were locked on the roller, but he couldn't see too well with it in the way.  All he could see was his soft dragon meat deformed and almost perfectly outlined but not going through.

	They were cruelly pinched but they weren't going through very well.  Milan crouched down, never letting up on the cranking, and slammed her fist into the easily visible right nut.  Tannim's yell turned into a strangled gurgling noise.  The impact delivered such an amazing depth of nausea to him that he couldn't even express it.  His body pumped out that sweet adrenaline though and that helped ease the trauma of having his nut suddenly squish and burst between the rollers.

	It flattened against the rollers, spreading out along the crevice between them, and the spinner cylinders finally got enough grip to pull it through.  Tannim's nut meat swelled a bit at the base, but the top was crushed just as the cords had been.  The base of his testicle swelled wider only to make a loud pop such as a knuckle being cracked.  With the top of the nut already through, the rest had no choice but to be drug through and its owner drooled in very male agony.

	Oscar swallowed hard when half of Tannim's sack disappeared.  The dragon's hips rutted forward as though he were humping something in the air before his cock twitched and, before Milan could even rear her arm back for another blow, a gout of cum spurted into the air.  When her fist crushed the second testicle, the third jet of semen sprayed further to land near her feet.

	Just as with the right nut, the left burst spread out along the rollers but it didn't get sucked in before it bounced back.  Milan happily gave it a second, then third punch and was amazed and quite happy when it still retained its shape.  Tannim had tears running down his cheeks and cum still dribbled from his dick.  She couldn't imagine how bad it hurt but she didn't have to, she just had to punch his nut again and turn it and sighed in pleasure at the sight of it finally going through.

	His still rampant dragon dick managed another weak spurt as another sickly pop sounded from his scrotum.  A wet slap followed and all three stared at the ruined male meat laying like a long limp noodle on the floor.  The flesh was puffy and rapidly turning red and blue from incredibly bruising but the usual bulge at the end was just almost as flat as the rest.

	Tannim tugged at his bindings, then sagged a moment later.  He was still very sore, far too sore to even know how bad it was going to hurt that night.  When Milan poked at his very well busted balls with her toe he could only managed a weak grunt of protest.

	Oscar finally joined his wife and looked down at what was left.  His wife pressed herself against him suddenly and he couldn't fight her hands groping him or her muzzle kissing him hard.  Milan jerked her panties off and threw them on the floor before tugging her mate down after them.

	The two squirrels shoved the wringer out of the way and lay down right on Tannim's flattened sack to make love.  Somehow that made Oscar want her more.  Knowing what had happened and how tender what they were fucking on was, as well as that the dragon would have no choice but to see, hear, and feel, their rutting on his ruined parts made it very satisfying indeed.  Afterward, well after cleaning up and helping their toy up and out, Oscar felt very satisfied.  She really had gotten it out of her system...

	Milan had actually been gentle with his acorns!
