Protecting His Berries by tannim March 28, 2010 Tannim got out of the shower and walked to the kitchen, his balls dragging along the floor just behind his feet. He wasn't wearing any clothes, not counting his glasses. Nobody else was around to bother him and it felt so good to not wear anything in your own home. It was a nice sunny morning, just a day after he had planted his strawberries. He glanced out the window, saw all the cute birds and squirrels and rabbits feeding at the corn he threw out for them. Some where elsewhere in the yard pecking and digging and nibbling. They looked to be right near his strawberries, he thought as he poured some tea. He took a drink, set it down, then looked outside again. Very much next to them in fact. The last thought had as he ran to the door and then out to the yard. The pellet Gun next to the door was long forgotten as he charged out, the garden tools on the other side of the door went by too. There was nothing to use as a weapon to teach the little bastards not to eat his garden. Nothing except his personal ball and chain. Tannim gripped his long scrotum a bit above his knee, stumbling a bit as he ran, and pulled his manhood up. He gripped a bit higher with his left hand and twirled his balls like a weighted rope. He saw a rabbit nibbling one of his newly planted strawberries and the newly grown single leaf and jumped. His left foot came down heavily on the animal's small hind legs crushing them and rupturing the garden invader's internal organs. At the same time he lashed out with his masculine weapon. The dragon's balls swung out and clubbed a crow in spine before it even knew he was there. Like the rabbit it too was broken, the heavy impact from Tannim's testicles having snapped it's delicate spine. Tannim grunted at the deep ache the heavy blow caused him a second later, but swung his sack back behind him and lashed out again at another bird. The bird dodged him without any real trouble but two others were too busy squabbling over a strawberry he'd dropped the day before to fly away. Again the long dragon scrotum swung in a high arc and just grazed the tail feathers of the closest bird. They gave up their fighting and flapped up, feathers falling around them in their mad dash. Tannim's scrotal rope swung back again in lower arc with his balls just right. The slower of the crows squawked in pain and dismay as the soft male weapon thudded into it's neck. That pain didn't last long as the impact whip lashed the bird's head hard enough to snap it's spine. A nauseated wrenching feeling built in Tannim's from the ball busting impacts but he ignored it and swung again at a small rabbit trying to race away. He stepped off the first to chase it didn't even glance back at the squished form as his testicles slammed into the ribs of the more lively bunny. The squeal it let out as it hit was surprisingly loud, but another long swing drove the heavy male weapon in hard to silence it forever. Tannim's legs trembled as its broken body flipped over, the rabbit's shoulder had been HARD. He growled and shook himself, then turned back to the rest of the fleeing animals. A crow had flown back down, near where he'd killed the first, and glared at him as though daring him to come back. He gripped his long soft flesh and swung his nuts again. The crow was too far to throw them, he wasn't THAT long, but he knew crows. He knew they were vain and liked to think they were teasing their enemies. Maybe he could get it after all. Tannim stopped twirling his bits and walked slowly towards it. They eyed each other, bare dragon and bare bird. The bird pecked at the strawberry again and hopped back as the dragon darted forward suddenly. With a squawk of disdain the bird flapped his wings and darted into the air. With a smirk Tannim flapped his OWN wings and darted after it. The bird heard the mighty flap of the bigger creatures wings hitting the air and darted to the left suddenly on instinct. Tannim's long balls and chain flew through the air where it had been a moment before and the squaw of disdain turned to a caw of panic. The big dragon hauled his weapon back up as he followed the crow and gripped it tightly. His prey wasn't going to get away after bothering his garden, and he played out the length again before swinging. The crow cawed again, then again as it dove. Tannim dove with it, then swung before the bottom of the dive. His scrotal rope stretched several feet to catch the bird flat in the face with the full downward force of the dragon's dive and the bird's upward wing thrusts. It's beak narrowly missed stabbing through the tender male flesh while the rest of the bird's head crumpled in on itself, dead before it hit the ground just four feet below. Tannim had to bank hard to keep from flattening himself in the dirt with it. The force of the crow's body against his nuts was the only reason his swung genitals didn't splatter into the ground at the bottom of the dive. Instead they thudded heavily against the grass before he managed to gain altitude enough to land safely. He rubbed his gut, still reeling from the last nut busting impact. His balls were sore, but at least his garden was safe, for now. Two rabbits and three birds weren't bad for having such an... unusual weapon, he decided. There wasn't much damage as he inspected the crops. Thankfully, he had gotten there in time. Tannim was surprised to find he was naked. Rushing out he'd forgotten he hadn't been wearing anything. Chiding himself for it he grabbed both rabbits by the ears and carried them back with him into the house. They tasted good with BBQ sauce. He decided to leave the crows... something about those birds just didn't taste good. Before stepping inside he glared at another bird flying overhead. He wasn't going to let those "cute little animals" get to his strawberries. Nobody was going to get those without permission, he'd see to that, unless he was too lazy at the time. Until then, he was naked, his nuts ached, and he had porn to distract himself from dirty thoughts... of gardening.