FootBalling Tannim by tannim April 17, 2010 Tannim grunted his approval when Donamer asked him if he was ready. The green dragon lay on his back, his feet in the air, on a padded coffee table with his arms hanging down the side. Two bars were nailed to it at the foot end with a bar connected between those to rest his legs on. Tannim's groin was bare and his cock already stiffening as his friend stroked his scrotum with one blue skinned foot. Donamer was enjoying the prospect of heating the other dragon up. He leaned in to sniff Tannim's feet, only recently out of their boots, then bent down to tug the long scrotal rope further back. He had plenty of length to work with and decided he may as well pull them back far enough for his friend to have a good view. After six feet he decided the balls were far enough away from their dragon. "Here we go, sexy boy. I hope you're ready." Donamer gently set his foot on Tannim's testicles and made a silly Honk noise to let him know they were about to be busted. The other dragon sat up a bit and took a deep breath. His wings rustled along his back while he grabbed a pillow to stuff behind him. Another deep breath and a final nod of permission. Tannim's cock pulsed and stiffened in anticipation. It pulsed again accompanied by a deep guttural groan as the handsome blue stomped on his testicles. Donamer watched his friend's feet rather than the face. He knew Tannim wanted it. He knew the dragon would enjoy it as he felt the balls squish under his feet. He knew he wanted to see and smell those hot sexy feet sweat. His eyes trailed lower to follow the long ball sack running from Tannim's groin to his own feet and snorted. Yeah, he was going to bust them good. Donamer shifted his foot so the balls under it squished to the left. He brought his other foot over and stomped them with just the heel. Tannim's groan of pain from the first stomp rose in pitch as the heel landed mostly on his left nut and pinched it to the side. The blue dragon twisted his right foot to GRIND both balls into the floor. The long length of scrotal rope running away from the trapped eggs bent and twisted similar to a real rope a he ground them. Back and forth they were squished into the carpet, giving them a final bounce before stepping off them. Donamer watched the green genital flesh darken a little with a hint of red from friction. Glancing up he saw Tannim's hands clutching the side of the coffee table. His friend's cock was fully stiff, but he wasn't touching it. Tannim wanted to cum just from the ball busting. That warmup had been great, and painful, but they both knew it would get more intense. Tannim grinned at Don. Don stepped forward, on the balls, to press his shaft to the other dragon's feet. They were still hot and fragrant and he would have loved to just love them as they were. He didn't though, instead he stepped back, again on the soft male pouch, and dug his toe claws into the soft male flesh. His toes clutched together firmly, their dull tips poking cruelly into the soft jewels. Tannim's legs clenched as the pressure increased. His gut visibly tightened as the claws JERKED back suddenly while still dug in. The foot stomped back down an instant later flattening his eggs into the carpet. Tannim's belly trembled as his friend clawed and stomped again. Then again. He loved the repetition of that agonizing attack. The pain from it took a second to travel the length of his long sack up to his receptors each time, and that gave him time to prepare and ride it with the adrenaline it gave. His cock throbbed untouched. A bead of pre built at the tip. It shook with the floor as another stomp flattened and tortured his nuts. Donamer took another break, knowing it made his intimate friend take longer to cum, to step forward again to nuzzle into the hot soft green feet. They were a bit wetter from the tension and heat of his body reacting to the willing sexual abuse. The extra stress made them smell so much more intense, sweeter. His own erection had slapped his belly with each stomp, but he'd ignored it. It would come when he used those lovely feet and not a moment before. The blue dragon kept his face pressing to Tannim's feet, and hummed with pleasure as they rubbed his cheek. He rewarded his friend by reaching back with his left foot and pinching the long sack between two toes. Pushing the foot backwards he slid it along the unique masculine rope until it bumped into the beaten balls. Donamer pinched tightly to grip them, then pulled his face from Tannim's feet so he could use his hand to push the balls onto his bent foot. The battered nuts rested in the arch of his left foot as he pressed his face back to the green pair in front of him. He went down on one knee, playfully kneeling on the long spermatic cords in their soft fleshy covering, and kicked his right foot into the left violently. Tannim twitched at the kick, his whole body jerking. A loud whine noise he'd been holding back escaped his throat as the hard fast kick hurt his already bruised testicles. Donamer could kick more quickly with less risk of popping them in the new position and that rapid fire kicking drove his friend's ball torture induced lust higher. The noise from the feet slapping together with soft delicate nuts between them almost drowned out Tannim's growing grunts, gasps, and yelps as the pain from his balls built. A nauseous feeling built in his gut from the repeated kicking. His legs quivered while Donamer held his ankles. The bead of precum had become a dribble and as much as Don wanted to keep his face against those hot feet he knew it was time to move on. The blue dragon kicked one last time and let the male eggs fall to the floor. He climbed up and again stomped down once more. The ball of his feet just clipped the bottom so that his downward pointing toes could stab their claws into the tortured testis. Tannim grew louder, breathing hard and heavy with noisy bursts of shuddering breaths. His testicles indented deeply from the blunt claws stabbing in. It felt like they were being skewered even if the claws didn't penetrate his tender flesh. His cock throbbed harder as the other dragon ground those claws in, working his other set of claws in with the first, and dig around. The claws raked and deeply scored the green sack. They shredded the internal tissue just as deeply and far more effectively than the stomping had. Agony raced up that long scrotal column into Tannim's groin as the ball torture continued. It raced along his prostate, it fed him copious adrenaline, his cock dribbled precum heavily. A sudden set of rapid stomping by Don's left foot while his right still kept his claws embedded in the brutalized balls hurt both dragons, but hurt Tannim just right. Don watched the dragon's squirming feet as his blunt claws were driven in deep enough to touch the floor through the rubbery testis. His foot hurt from the hard stomps on his own toes, but it was worth it. Tannim's whole body was covered with sweat while his cock jerked with his hard orgasm. That final busting had driven his friend over the edge and Donamer grinned as he ground his still clutching toe claws around in the badly damaged and deformed jewels. "Mmm... I think it's my turn sexy boy. You got yours..." The blue dragon drug his foot forward with nuts being drug along with them. "Now I get mine from your," He sniffed deeply at Tannim's feet, "oh so soft fragrant feet." Tannim mumbled incoherently. His chest heaved. His eyes were half shut. His hard cock spurt another hard shot over his chest. Nine spurts sprayed over him, not counting the final dribble at the end. All thick and heavy and followed with continuous convulsive pulsing from his groin. The dragon's dick stayed firm as his friend kept toying with his sack, but through his bliss and pain fogged mind he knew he was completely spent. He could just make out the blur of Donamer standing on the busted balls. Donamer pushed his groin forward and pulled Tannim's feet to his hot cock. Both were pressed tightly around it while he held the ankles. He knew his friend couldn't control his feet yet, as he was in far too much agony to think straight, but when he cooled down... Don knew the green dragon would be quite grateful for the busting he'd been given.