Tannim's Punching Bags
by tannim
January 18, 2010

	Tannim reached up to the ceiling, it was a good eight inches above him, just out of reach.  "Perfect..."

	He stroked his balls dangling between his legs just below his knees.  The long scrotum was wrapped around his waist a few.  He pulled his testicles up and unwrapped unusually long well stretched soft scrotal flesh.  He had to use both hands both hands to keep his equine-esk erection out of the way as he unwound it.  Once the eight feet of scrotal rope was freed he measured out a foot and a half from his groin, then pressed it to the wall next to him.

	Tannim handed himself a wide thick metal staple with his tail, then a hammer.   He nailed the thick staple to the wall, with his scrotal column inside it.  The space between the wall and staple was too narrow for his testicles to pop through easily, but that wasn't a real problem.  Stepping up the ladder he had ready next to him he lifted his balls up and pulled them through a hanging hand cuff ring.  His testicles fit through the ring, one at a time with enough squishing.  The ratcheting hand cuff was tightened a bit then he climbed back down.

	The dragon tugged on his sack above the wall ring until his heavy balls dangling from above were the right height.  A quick hammering and his scrotum was compressed against the wall holding the stretched male flesh in place.   With a glance above him he smiled.

	"And now that my personal punching bags are in place... We can begin."  He pushed the ladder to the side and the hammer with it, then stood under his jewels dangling from the ceiling.

	Tannim took a deep breath and rubbed his stiff equine dick with his left hand, then balled his right hand into a fist and slammed it up in a hard upper cut punch directly into his dangling testicles.  The soft fleshy pouch did nothing to soften the impact and his nuts flew up to smash again into the ceiling.  With the 8 feet of scrotal rope between his balls and his body it took a second for the pain to hit him.  When it did though, he grabbed at his gut and groaned.

	The first few were always the hardest, he knew, and he forced himself to stand and bend for another punch.  The pain from the first had made him feel sick, but the second made him want to throw up.  His fist Slammed into his dangling pouch again and this time his right nut taking most of the force.  Again they swung up to slap into the ceiling.  This time he didn't wait and took another swing before they had stopped flopping around at the end of the ring.  The third time he jumped as he smashed his knuckles into them, they flew up as they deformed around the impact and smacked the ceiling with a louder slap than before.  He stopped and rubbed his erection as he ignored the pain in his groin.

	The dragon swung his right hand around in an open palmed slap, enjoying watching them swinging above from the force.  He was getting into the zone.  His body worked to ignore the intensely male pain of ball busting and the more often he enjoyed the unusual form of masturbation the easier it was.

	Tannim slap chopped his swinging eggs as hard as he could.  His hand hit them on the edge of his palm and sank in deep as the impact focused on that narrow area.  He missed his next attempt to smack them with a swipe of his closed fist.  The pain reared up and made him nauseated but he pushed it back down and went on with it.  His fist sailed up in a straight uppercut again.  He jumped high enough to crush his tender nuggets into the ceiling and enjoyed seeing the tile crack under the force.  

	The ache went through him as he landed but mixed with the pleasant feeling of his cock slapping his belly while it swung wildly.  He stopped to catch his breath and ran his hands along his scrotal rope.  The soft ropelike flesh ran from the base of his groin and to the wall with only a foot and a half of slack.  Stroking that skin was quite pleasant.  Not as good as rubbing his dick, but very pleasant anyway.

	He looked up at his balls.  They were darker already, and swelling.  Another deep breath and Tannim swung his left hand in a hard punch that swung them back to hit the ring.  The ring sank into the right nut before bouncing them away and he gripped his gut with the hand he'd punched them with. Again he swung, this time with his right, and drove his fist into just the bottom of the left nut.  They swung painfully into the ceiling but hurt more than most of the hits.  He'd found long ago that they hurt more if you hit the narrow bottom or tops of the testicles rather than the fat middles.

	The dragon tried to hit there again and groaned loudly as he struck the bottom dead on.  The punch drove the narrow ends directly into the rest of the nut though rather than a side blow.  They swung and they hurt but not as bad as before.  He wanted to bust them, to bruise them badly and he could feel them bruising as each blow briefly deformed the soft tissue of his painful eggs.

	While he worked precum pushed up and dribbled out of his cock to slide along it's length.  After a while each punch, each slap, each little movement of his hips flung some of his sticky clear pre off.  He was breathing heavily as he busted himself.  His breathing was only partially from the strain of repeated hard punches or slaps.  The rest was from a growing pressure in his groin the ball trauma was pushing.  He'd learned to ride that sexual torture and wanted to make himself cum from it.

	Again and again the pain hit him after his dragon jewels were crushed into his fists, crushed into the ceiling, beaten by his palms and fingers.  Again they flopped at the end of his long scrotum and swung wildly even as his arm swung again to deepen the growing bruise quickly darkening them.  The crack in the ceiling tile grew as he worked, the needful itch in his groin grew too.  He flexed his wings and stood a moment.  The pressure in his groin was overwhelming and demanded he grasp his maleness to squeeze it out.

	Instead he took a deep breath and jerked his arm up hard, flattening both testicles against the palm of his hand in a violent and loud slap.  Again he swung, again a slap, this time his fingertips were forward so that they imparted the most force in just five little points.  The pain from his claws digging into his testicles nearly made him throw up but he brought his hand up once more in a fist, his mouth gaping in a hard grunt and his body stiffened just a couple seconds after his fist slammed into his testis one last time.

	Jets of his semen shot from his untouched erection over the floor a few feet away.  He tried to give them another slap but his coordination suffered too much as his orgasm hit him fully.  The pain in his gut mixed with the pleasure to make a wonderful euphoric feeling that lasted for longer than the ten large loads of spunk he spritzed onto the floor.

	Tannim stood, panting for several seconds, riding that bliss for all he could.  His penis slowly softened after the last spurt and he felt some oozing up.  A stupid grin on his face and he looked up at the dark bruised manhood hanging above him.  He took a deep breath and swung another punch into them.  The hard punch nearly made his knees buckle.  His mouth hung open, panting, his cock drooled the last little bit of sticky seed while his his balls swung freely above him.  A patter of plaster crumbs landed on the floor around him where the tile had been busted more.

	Tannim turned and looked at the muscular old fighting rabbit he'd performed for.  "Your turn, my dear."