He Is So Lovely (A Fiction Based on My Personal Experience)

*Most of my stories I've posted so far were based on role-plays I did in chats with males and added my own imagination. The reason I did that was because I was curious about how males usually react to such stories and it sometimes turned on me. This one may be a little different from the readers' desires, but I would like to introduce something slightly adapted based on my experience from a female's perspective, more precisely, a playfully dominant female's.*

It was a few years ago, during my time in graduate school, when I first noticed him. He worked as a technician in the department and caught my eye. Being able to observe him up close often, I began to develop a keen interest in him. He fit my personal taste perfectly - slim and slightly androgynous, unlike more masculine men who typically didn't catch my attention. Perhaps it was because of my tendency to dominate men - there is a complex history behind this trait that would require much explanation, but I will leave it for another time if given the opportunity.

He was a reserved and contemplative individual, making it difficult for me to really get to know him. However, as our time together increased, so did the strength of our bond, and the idea of becoming physically intimate became inevitable. Although it hadn't been very long since we started dating, I found myself drawn to his body and I had a feeling he felt the same way about mine. It was clear that my desire for him went beyond just physical attraction. As always, I had a strong urge to dominate him sexually. The concept was complex, but I knew it was time to act on my desires and sleep with him.

As the sun began to set on a lazy Saturday evening, I send him a daring message. My heart raced as I waited for his response, my nerves making me second-guess my boldness. But soon enough, his reply came through: 'Yes, I'll be there soon.' Delighted, I quickly freshened up with a shower and slipped into a form-fitting knit dress that hugged my curves not without wearing underwears. With a touch of makeup that highlighted my features, I sat nervously waiting for him to arrive at my house for our intimacy.

As he arrived, I couldn't help but be consumed by curiosity once again over his naked body. Being a larger girl, I towered over him and outweighed him by quite a bit. Most of the men I had met so far were smaller than me, which only added to my curiosity. I found myself particularly interested in testicles - something that most other women may not share. As a woman, I was instinctively aroused by the sight of a man's hard body, but as soon as their genitals were exposed, there was a shift in my feelings. The shape and fragility of the balls made it difficult for me to feel their masculinity. Instead, I felt a mix of pity and superiority towards them. On one hand, I saw how easily they could be subdued, but on the other hand, I also felt sorry for them - knowing that there was something inherently weak about them. But even then, I knew that my thoughts were not those of an ordinary woman. It was these thoughts and desires that led me to search for suitable men who could satisfy my unique needs and desires.

With that thought in mind, I subtly began caressing the thigh of the man beside me while we watched the movie and snacked on treats I had prepared. It was amusing to see him flinch at my touch, but he didn't resist as I moved my hand closer to his genital area. As I felt his breathing becoming more erratic, I dared to stroke his crotch through his pants, gauging the size of his erection - it seemed somewhat small to me. Although penetrative intercourse wasn't a top priority for me, I couldn't help feeling more drawn to exploring his balls.

"Now shower," I commanded, feeling a slight thrill at his moan in response to my touch. As he disappeared into the bathroom, I couldn't resist indulging my curiosity and spoke with authority. He eagerly agreed and I guided him to the shower. After a brief moment, he emerged from the steamy bathroom, and without hesitation, I removed my dress, baring myself completely to him. Standing just outside the bathroom door, I watched as his gaze roamed over my curvaceous form. But it was when I finally inspected his testicles that I felt true satisfaction. The outline of his balls was clearly visible in the slightly sagging scrotum below his erect member - about 4 inches in length. His huge balls hung heavily below his dick, their size accentuated by his lean frame. It was a perfect example of everything I desired in a man - My curiosity consumed me as I desired to once again test the fragility of his dangling testicles and so him.

"So lovely."

"You... are amazing too, Maddy."

I praised him sincerely and took him, who had no idea what I was thinking, to the bed I had meticulously prepared in advance. After sitting him down on the edge of the bed, I knelt on the floor between his open legs and started stroking his fully erect dick with my right hand. The way his foreskin glided over the head of his short but average-thick shaft was endearing. And with my left hand, I gently cupped his balls from below, which I was finally able to observe up close, and began to massage them ever so slightly. His balls were so large that I could barely fit them both in my rather thick and large hands. Then, on impulse, I applied a slight pressure to feel the firmness of his balls within his loose scrotum.

"Oh, Maddy, it hurts."

A sly grin tugged at my lips as I withheld my answer from him. Inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he was truly sensitive to pain. With great effort, I resisted the urge to apply more force and instead loosened my grip on his balls. Gently, I rolled them between my fingers while simultaneously taking his erect dick into my mouth. My tongue swirled around it in slow, deliberate motions as I sucked him in and out, careful not to bruise or hurt him. Lost in the moment, I focused solely on pleasuring him, tickling and teasing his glans with the tip of my tongue. But just as his moans grew louder and more urgent, he tapped me on the shoulder, signaling for me to stop.

"Maddy, I-I'm near cumming."

A shiver ran through his body as he uttered words of pleasure. I am spitting out the dick from my mouth and quickly grasping it with my hand.

"Oh, cum on my tits, honey."

In response, I eagerly instructed him. With quick and skilled movements, I rubbed at the sensitive glans area until he could no longer contain himself. Thick semen began to spew out of him, coating my neck and cleavage in several bursts. The sheer amount was impressive, a testament to his large testicles. Even though being a dominant woman, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight and couldn't help but blush. I don't know why, but I thought it was based on the belief that I had confirmed my sexual attractiveness. Continuing to rub him for a moment longer, I reveled in his moans of pleasure before grabbing a nearby tissue to wipe away the evidence on my chest and hand. He too seemed to enjoy the aftermath as he lay back heavily on the bed, breathing heavily and looking slightly dazed. His dick was reddened and the shape of his two near-egg-sized cute beads exposed inside his ballsack. It was as if he had completed his duty as a man. To put it bluntly, that might be the reason for his existence.

While he had fully satisfied his sexual urges, I was still craving more. As I gazed at his sleek body lying on the bed, a rush of desire coursed through me and I finally decided to act on my thoughts. I moved closer and laid down on side behind him, slipping my left arm under his waist and my right arm between his torso and arm. With both hands, I lovingly caressed his lower abdomen and pulled him close to me. The sensation of his smooth, firm back pressed against my plumpy tits was euphoric. I embraced him tightly, running one hand down towards his crotch to fondle his shrinking dick as I kissed his neck and gently played with his foreskin using my other hand.

"W-wait a minute… it’s so sore right now."

His voice strained with discomfort. I could see the pain etched into his features as I gently touched his reddened dick. Despite this, he responded eagerly to my touch, understanding my unspoken desire for him. That was correct. The method was just a little different from what he thought. After gently stroking his shrinking dick, I shifted my attention downwards and began massaging his balls. The sensation of his smooth ballsack and soft yet elastic flesh orbs within my grip sent a thrill through me, knowing that he was indeed a man with two intact testicles. As I continued to caress him, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind at this moment. Does he perceive my actions merely as a woman's embrace, or does he sense the deeper desire fueling my every touch?

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

I applied pressure to his testicles with a gentle grip, causing him to turn his head and meet my gaze. The slight frown on his face showed his discomfort clearly, as if I had to feel sorry about him since I accidentally pressed his precious balls. He didn't know the true nature of the woman I am, and I was content with that. His pretty and flawless appearance only intensified my desire to possess them. In truth, I already possessed everything of him. The balls.

"Can I squeeze them harder?"

My voice was low and teasing as I gazed up at him, a playful spark in my eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Huh?"

He was clearly not understanding what I was getting at. I leaned closer to him, my lips hovering near his ear from behind.

"I want to see you begging me."

My breath hot against his skin.

"W-what do you mean?"

The confusion still evident in his tone. A flicker of incomprehension crossed his face before it was replaced with something else. Maybe disbelief or denial, but I had already made up my mind long before. With a mischievous smile, I gently pressed my fingers against the soft skin of his balls, symbolizing his manhood. It was an instantaneous pressure, like a single pulse, and I held it there for a moment before releasing it.

"OUCH! WAIT!"

As expected, his reaction was nothing short of dramatic. I could only imagine the intense pain he must have been experiencing, yet it was a familiar response to me. Yes, I was pretty experienced. I reveled in playing with a man who had never felt the sensation of having his testicles squeezed before. The rush of power and control that coursed through me as he writhed and screamed only confirmed my own desires. My heart thumped faster and faster, almost in time with the tickling sensation bubbling inside me. He was now curled up in my arms, his back hunched forward and head lowered to meet his raised knees, his hands over my hands that trapped his balls impeccably, a perfect picture of vulnerability and submission.

"Try begging for me, honey."

I taunted, a wicked grin spread across my lips as I watched the desperation in his eyes.

"S-stop it, please."

His voice quivered with anxiety as he pleaded. I shook my head and leaned in closer.

"No, more eagerly."

I demanded firmly. Even though he looked so miserable and couldn't escape from my grasp, I had no intention of letting him go yet. I relished in the power I held over him, knowing that it would only take a few seconds - in my experience, about two - to completely break him down. The rush of playfulness surged through my veins, urging me to bring out the ultimate fear in his heart. Once he realized his place beneath me, I would’t have to bother with his balls too much after this - Of course, playing with them would always be enjoyable. Without waiting for his response, I firmly squeezed his delicate balls with three fingers and squeezed as hard as I could.

"AHHHHHHH!!! MADDY!!! Oh god... Oh god..."

I closed my fingers tightly until he screamed at the top of his lungs for about three seconds, then immediately freed his pathetic balls from the prison I had created. And finally, he wrapped his testicles, which were pressed against me, with both hands and immediately curled up into a ball, cradled in my arms, trying to catch his breath. I kissed his neck again, using one hand to caress his stomach and the other on his butt. I felt a sense of pity towards him, seeing him so helpless that all he could do was just letting out three seconds of blood-curdling scream without any other reaction. I loved the feeling that his weaknesses made him incomplete. And I loved the feeling of him being at my mercy and unable to do anything because of my little movements. And I further loved how he ended up being so helpless and only needing my care.

"Baby you are so lovely."

I couldn't help but wonder about his emotions. Did he finally feel like he was truly helpless under me? This thought sparked my interest even more, and I made a mental note to delve into it during our next intercourse. Even if it wasn't apparent today, his vulnerability would always be there.

How long do you think you can withstand my ballsqueeze?