Strange Sympathy: Chapter 15 - Communication Part 1

Lauren was on the phone with her sister on Sunday afternoon when the doorbell rang. *Thank god,* Lauren thought to herself. She was tired of listening to her "golden child" sister's latest drama and was glad to have a reason to end the conversation. When she looked out the window and saw Dave holding a fist full of flowers, she was suddenly not so glad. But she had to deal with this so she opened the door and made a big show of saying with a huge smile "Hi Dave, come on in, I'll be with you in *just* a moment!" so her sister would hear. She shut the door loudly and locked it. Winking at Dave as she slowly walked away, then motioned for him to wait at the door. She needed to buy herself some time so she could figure out what she wanted to do about Dave. She was annoyed at him for not giving her space - and why did the idiot bring fucking *flowers* with him?

*This is going well!* Dave thought to himself. He guessed the flowers were a good idea, he hadn't been so sure. He couldn't stop looking at Lauren in her skin tight yoga pants. He longed to wrap his arms around her from behind and grind his crotch into that amazing ass while fondling her tits.

She wandered around the living room for a minute and then stopped at the foot of the stairs, about 6 feet from Dave. She let her sister keep talking for a few more seconds until she was able to interject. Finally her sister asked, "Have you talked to Mom recently?" Looking at Dave with a grin, she exclaimed "Hey sis! I don't know if you heard but I have some company that just arrived so I need to go." She winked at Dave, "So sorry, it was nice catching up... bye now." and disconnected the call. She placed her phone on the stairs.

Lauren locked eyes with Dave, he had a huge smile and was standing in front of the door, holding the flowers out to her. She smiled and marched over to him, took the flowers and went in for a hug.

They embraced and Dave felt Lauran's knee press into his nuts. He made a light gasping sound. *Oh no, was this good or bad?* He couldn't tell with her.

She moved her knee from side to side and Dave trembled from the discomfort. She felt him holding onto her tighter as she abused his balls. "We are not a couple..." She said smugly in his ear, then she stepped back and put her hands on his chest, looking in his eyes, still holding the flowers and gently pushed him back a few steps until his back was against the door. Her face was just a few inches from his.

"I know!" he squeaked helplessly. He felt like he was in trouble again but he wasn't sure. She had seemed happy to see him when he arrived but now she was kind of being a bitch. He actually felt a bit scared, not about what she was going to do to him but that he had displeased her. He wanted so desperately to get back on her good side.

Lauren pressed her knee into his balls again, feeling him tense up, "Then don't bring me flowers!" she scolded. She lowered her knee and felt Dave relax. She gave him another soft knee in the nuts.

"Ah!" Dave squeaked.

Lauren kept her knee pressed into his balls, leaning in a little harder.

"Ohhhh" Dave groaned from the new wave of pain. He instinctively grabbed at his balls for protection but her knee was still there so he just ended up holding onto her thigh instead. "They were apology flowers, not girlfriend flowers! I'm sorry!" Dave squeaked, why was he so turned on by this? She was so mean, it wasn't just his balls she was torturing but his mind too.

Satisfied with his grovelling, Lauren decided she would let him stay. She was so aroused at this point she could do for a quick screw on the couch before she sent him on his way. She lowered her knee and walked into the living room. She dropped the flowers on the coffee table and turned around.

Dave was leaning against the door, holding his balls with a pained look on his face. He didn't know if he should follow her or leave.

"Well? Are you coming in? Come on I didn't knee you that hard." She said impatiently.

Dave hesitated, "No, I know, it's just... do you *want* me to stay?"

"Why wouldn't I want you to stay, Silly?" she gave him a sly smile, bringing her hand up and holding onto her chin.

Dave looked at her confused. He had been so scared that she was pissed at him and now she was being warm and nice all of a sudden. "Well why would you knee me in the balls just because I brought you flowers?" he whined.

"I was just busting your balls," she winked and started walking back to him, smiling.

Dave looked at her more confused.

Lauren laughed to herself, "Never mind, just uh, consider it foreplay..." she said with a wink as she grabbed his hand and playfully pulled him into the living room. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it, I could feel your boner through your pants" she teased, triumphantly. She stopped and turned to lightly graze the tip of his erection.

Dave was so mixed up right now. He felt like he was under some sort of spell. How did this beautiful woman have so much control over him? He liked to think he was usually the more dominant one in a relationship. After everything that happened with Candace during their marriage he never let another woman he was dating hurt his balls like she had. A month ago he would have thought that if anyone he spent time with was actively seeking to abuse his balls he would be cutting off that relationship, even if she was as sexy as Lauren. Although she didn't seem to be interested in doing it that hard, it was the principle, he didn't like the demeaning feeling of a woman trying to use his balls to control him, why did it feel different with Lauren? Why did he like it so much?

He was aware of men who enjoyed getting their balls tortured by women. He had seen some videos online but decided that it wasn't for him. Even if he did sometimes find it hot when women kicked other men in the balls, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of it and his empathy ruined his mood. Some of those videos were really rough, he was concerned for the men in those videos and it was hard for him to get off when the attacks were so violent. He wondered if any of those men in the videos had someone like Lauren to take care of them after the filming stopped, he hoped they did.

A month ago, he would have told himself to leave even if she wanted him to stay, just due to the craziness of the whole situation. He'd have told any man in his situation to run! And yet, here he was, following her lead, eagerly hoping for her approval so she would continue to let him have sex with her. But it wasn't just the sex, he craved her treatment of his testicles. He didn't want to think about how it would be if he had to live without it. The chemistry he felt with her was so intense. He loved the push and pull of her dominating him and then immediately comforting him afterward. He couldn't imagine how he would even go about finding another partner who he'd feel comfortable letting bust his balls like Lauren did. He didn't want anyone else to know that he liked it for one thing and he didn't know if he could trust anyone else not to hurt him too badly.

Before he had arrived, Dave had decided that he was going to go along with whatever she wanted. Having his own private dom next door was like a dream come true that he never knew he had, in fact, he normally considered being dominated to be more of a nightmare... But now Dave was so consumed by his emotions and confusion that he decided he really needed to talk this out to put his mind at ease.

Lauren had lead Dave to the couch and crawled on his lap, straddling him. She had been pushing his face into her tits that were covered by the soft fabric of her shirt and running her fingers through his hair but she noticed that he was stuck inside his own head. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his head back. "What's wrong? You seem distracted."

Dave frowned up at her, "I came here to talk, I need some clarity from you."

Lauren sighed, *more relationship talk?* "What more is there to talk about? You already know you fucked up yesterday. I said you can take what I have to offer. I'm offering to ignore your slip up yesterday and continue as we were. We hook up and then we part. None of that love stuff."

Despite how much he adored being in her company, Dave could feel the sadness and frustration starting to flow into his subconscious, lurking under the surface. He usually admired her independence but he wondered if it was a result of necessity because she was scared of commitment and didn't have anyone she could rely on. He had been wondering if it was just him that she didn't want to commit to but this almost seemed like she had been through similar situations with other men, as if this was a routine series of events for her the way she acted so naturally. His heart sank at the thought of her with other men. How many had there been? Are there others, currently, just like him? How many balls was she busting on a regular basis?

Dave shuddered as his mind involuntarily conjured the image of a long line of naked, faceless, athletic looking men standing side by side, with their hands behind their backs, all with massive testicles hanging below their stiff erections that were a lot bigger than his, pointing in raging lust toward Lauren, who was standing in front of them in black leather dominatrix gear, a paddle in one hand and a whip in the other. He shook the image out of his head.

Dave put his hands on either side of her waist and guided her off of him. "Look, 90 percent of the time I am willing to just go along with whatever you want to do, but right now I need communication or this is going to drive me insane. I'm so confused about everything to do with us. You seem so loving at times but you're so emotionally unavailable anytime else, it's like a switch. You're giving me whiplash here! You seem to enjoy what we have going on here as much as I do but it can't just be what you want all the time!"

Lauren did feel kind of bad but also annoyed at the situation. Why did the men she was into need to act like such women? Always wanting to talk about feelings when all she wanted to do was fuck around. Weren't men the ones who were only just supposed to care about sex?

"Ok" she said, disappointed at how long this visit was going to be. "But if we're going to do this, we're going to have some fun with it." She grabbed a bean bag chair from the corner of the room and put it in the open space in front of the fireplace. Take off your pants and sit there. Dave obeyed and lounged in the chair in his boxers, legs spread out to the sides, looking up at her.

Lauren left the room and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and put it in front of the beanbag chair. Then she bent down and lifted the waistband of his boxers and positioned his erection so it was tucked behind the waistband. She brushed her hand over the underside of his penis for a while to help him relax. Then she reached through the hole in the front of his boxers and pulled his testicles through the hole so they were hanging out, exposed.

She sat down in the chair across from him. Dave gasped in surprise as he felt her put her cold, bare foot on his balls. "Let's talk" she said, staring down at him.

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