I Love His Hanging Balls

*I often explore my experiences and desires through the pages of fiction. However, some of them are too simple to be condensed into a story. These are such experiences: the things I often do in relationships in real life. This is not a story about a particular experience, but rather about my general tastes, so you will have no trouble understanding it.*

**Enjoying the shape of his poor balls**

It's always a pleasure for me to watch my boyfriend move around the house naked. When it's warm, I often urge him to take off all his clothes and I can't help but admire his slender and smooth physique. His muscles aren't overly bulky, but more on the lean side - something that I find attractive. Of course, what immediately draws my gaze is his dick and balls. It's almost like an instinct; when I see a man, my eyes are drawn to his face first, then down to his bulge - the area between his legs. And while many thoughts may flood into my mind upon seeing it, before engaging in any sexual activity with him, I can objectively appreciate its appearance.

Of course, I prefer a man's dick to be somewhat large because it increases satisfaction during sexual intercourse, but I also quite enjoy the sight of a small one for the purpose of simply looking at it. And whether in an intercourse or just for viewing purposes, larger testicles bring more fun for me - seeing something abnormally large is a bit burdensome though. The tube-shaped organ protruding between his legs and the two egg-shaped organs hanging below it can literally be called genitals. They seem very crudely designed to deliver his baby seed to me. Delivering the semen from his poor balls to me through that flesh tube might be his reason for living. Viewing them in this light, it's not strange at all for those body parts to be emphasized. But, it makes him look pitiful that his balls are in such a precarious shape for that purpose. As I sit on the sofa, watching him move around the house absentmindedly, I can't help but think about how difficult his life must be with such delicate and fragile organs that cause him extreme pain even at the slightest touch from me - a thought that amuses me endlessly.

**Pinning down and abusing him playfully**

I like to start our intimate moments by giving him a warm shower and admiring his lower-hanging testicles. It's become quite the routine for us, starting off with caressing each other's bodies and exchanging kisses. I tend to be physically larger than him - that is the type of partner I always choose! Slowly, while I am caressing him, I take control and press myself onto him in various positions. He usually enjoys being submissive when he's with me, a woman who is bigger than him - it's just something I noticed from past experiences. As our intimacy progresses, he begins to adapt to my physical pressure. When he starts feeling overwhelmed, I hold him close to my chest with one arm and play with his testicles using my other hand.

I'm extremely well aware of how sensitive his testicles are, so I usually don't attack them too aggressively. (However, as I mentioned in my previous story, I always find pleasure in catching an inexperienced man off guard and giving him an unforgettable jolt of pain.) Usually, I just lightly squeeze or tap his testicles with the palm of my hand to avoid making him too scared. Even at this level, the pain can be quite intense and his reactions - twitches and weak moans - only excite me further. This act of intimacy allows me to feel his vulnerability and take control during our sexual encounters. It also seems to excite him in his own way, as he usually takes charge and inserts his dick inside me shortly after this moment ends. However, since he is nothing without my permission anyway - remember that he has balls, I can't help but feel sorry for him while he trembles with pleasure - just the way I like it.

**Finger tapping and flicking while giving him a handjob**

We both know it, but it's always amusing to tease him about his delicate testicles. It's also entertaining to casually mention how cute and weak they are, just to see his bashful reaction - we'll discuss this more next time. Though perhaps a little physical contact is the best way to remind him of their fragility. But I don't enjoy one-sidedly harassing him; instead, I prefer to gently stroke his penis while teasing his balls in a carefree manner. This usually happens right after he steps out of the shower and I catch sight of his large, low-hanging balls swaying between his legs, tempting me to play with them.

I sit down and pull him in front of me, wrapping an arm around his leg to prevent him from moving away. I enjoy pleasing him by gently stroking his dick up and down, watching it grow hard as I take it into my mouth or tease it with my tongue. When he starts breathing heavily and moaning, I know he's reached climax. Then, I raise a finger and tap and flick one of his testicles repeatedly. His reactions are always intense; he flinches, closes his legs, anything to escape the sensation until he can't take it anymore and bends over, seeking comfort on my shoulder. I pat his back and butts, feeling a mix of pity and possessiveness towards his fragile state that can break so easily. Although I rarely punches his balls, sometimes the urge becomes too strong. In the end, he curls up in pain. That's when I usually take a shower while he recovers.

*How would you feel if you were treated like this? I'm curious what you readers think. Next time, if anything comes to mind, I will happily share those thoughts again. I enjoy being able to share stories here that are too sensitive to talk about in real life.*