Spring days
The last day of a spring retreat.
"Aw, come on."
"No, stop it."
The voices of two young dragons echoed inside a cave.
"But today will be the last day."
"So?"
"But you said you wanted to do it."
"I know what I said, but I won't do it right now."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to do it right now, and that should be enough of a reason for you."
"But that's the whole purpose of this retreat."
"No," responded Ikkró, the smallest of the two dragons. "The purpose of this retreat is to keep us away from stranger females during the mating season."
"Fine." Chiross, the largest of the two, sighed annoyed and sat on his side. The retreat issue turned terribly bad compared to his expectations. He was sure their superiors placed them together in that cave because they liked each other. The small dragon himself admitted some attraction from his side. However, all Ikkró did during the past week was avoid the subject.
All Chiross had the chance to do during the last week was admire Ikkró's frame. His horns pointed up and back before twisting to the front and the sides, like the horns of a ram. He was still young, and his size barely surpassed a moose, but the pace of his growth had been getting faster. His slim body was of a bluish-green color; being his throat, chest, belly and inner thighs of a lighter tone. Ikkró was lying on his left side, leaving Chiross a perfect view of his hindquarters. The bigger dragon couldn't help but admire his stylized hind legs and tail. Those parts were Chiross' favorites. Sadly, he could only daydream of how soft they would feel at touch.
Then, Chiross noticed Ikkró's scrotum. It looked even softer than the skin of the thigh it was resting on. And the testicles inside had the size of two ripe oranges. It was exasperating for the dark-emerald dragon to get the chance to spend a whole week with his childhood sweetheart, in a peaceful place all for the two of them, and having to settle for just looking, waiting patiently for Ikkró to be in the right mood. But sadly, it seemed it would be another year of looking them going down during the spring and disappear up inside Ikkró's body by the start of summer.
"One last attempt," Chiross said to himself, and stood up.
Ikkró heard some steps approaching him before feeling Chiross' right hand holding his wrists. He opened his eyes to find the bigger dragon on top of him. His bronze eyes gleamed with the little light that managed to enter from outside. His horns curved back and to the sides before bending upwards. The emerald dragon had adopted a more dominant attitude. Ikkró considered struggling or slipping his hands from Chiross' grip, but a closer look at his muscular neck and shoulders reminded him the huge strength difference between them. So, there was no point in trying to fight.
Chiross had his other hand resting behind Ikkró's upper back, and his hind legs cornered the smaller dragon's lower-body. Chiross lowered his head, with his maw almost touching Ikkró's neck. "What can I do to convince you?" the bigger dragon asked whispering, almost trying to sound seductive.
The bluish-green dragon turned and rested his weight on his back, trying to be face to face with his friend. He flexed his hind legs as much as possible and closed his eyes.
Chiross felt the smaller dragon's feet touching his lower body before flexing, but he didn't understand what he had in mind. Almost immediately, the bigger dragon felt two synchronized kicks landing on his balls. The hit was bad enough to lift his lower body from the ground for a split second. Still, it took Chiross five more seconds after his feet returned to the ground to comprehend what just happened. Then, he felt a sharp pain running through his lower belly. He was about to let himself fall on his side when Ikkró's hind claws trapped his gonads in a harsh grip.
"I-Ikkró!?" coughed the pained dragon. "What are you AUGH!" Chiross' question was interrupted by a firm squeeze from the smaller dragon. He was careful enough to not dig his claws into Chiross' flesh, but he didn't seem too worried about squeezing too hard.
Ikkró, MY BALLS!" Chiross tried to move Ikkró's feet with his left hand, but the bluish dragon squeezed harder, forcing him to move his hand away.
At that point, Chiross only could beg for mercy. "PLEASE, LET GO! I won't bother you again, I swear!" Chiross eyes started watering as he felt his gonads slowly giving in to the grip of his friend's claws. "You're gonna break them!" cried the bigger dragon almost out of breath, while desperately trying to lift his lower body away from Ikkró's reach.
Ikkró noticed that Chiross was trying to stand on tip toes and took the chance to yank his balls to the left, forcing the rest of his body to follow. The dark-emerald dragon, weakened by the pain, lost his grip on Ikkró's wrist before losing his balance and loudly falling on his side. Chiross curled-up in fetal position, cupping his aching genitals. The dragon was so stunned he didn't know what was happening around him. He wasn't even able to distinguish up and down.
Since his testicles descended for the first time, when he was thirteen years old, Chiross had received one or two blows to his privates, usually because of his own carelessness. But nothing that had happened to his orbs in the past could compare to the agony he was going through at that moment. He was doing his best to not cry, but he couldn't help but close his eyes shut and let some tears roll from his eyes to the ground.
"I'm not ready," said Ikkró. He was standing some meters away from the dark-emerald dragon. "I was talking seriously when I said I like you. Don't make me change my mind." The bluish dragon looked like he wanted to say one more thing, but after a brief pause he walked outside the cave, leaving Chiross alone to deal with the nauseous ache throbbing from his groin to the rest of his body.
Chiross was mad at Ikkró. That low-blow was too much for him. But, he knew he wasn't in position to complain. His move must have been too intimidating for the smaller dragon. Ikkró probably was mad at him, too. Chiross didn't want to leave it like that, but he was in too much pain to talk, or even to think clearly. All he could do was focus on taking deep breaths and watch with the corner of the eye his friend walking away. "It will be another year of just looking."