The flat mate - ‘prolonging’ the inevitable

Her - I wonder if these balls would be softer if there was more cum in them…

When I offered my balls cushions, I never really thought it through, but here I am. Both my legs pinned to the dies of her chair, unable to offer me any protection. My quads jerking trying to close my legs but unable to make a smidge of difference.

Her feet resting on my ball sack, she’d stopped moving. Just resting the end of each foot on my balls. Left foot, left ball. Right foot, right ball. The occasional twitch of the toes with the resulting clenching of said toes. Grasping at the soft cushions (my balls) residing beneath her.

My boys slowly coming out from the shock of having my ball sack be used like a rubber band. My balls felt like they were radiating heat.

Her - My feet feel much better, I had no idea your ball’s were so versatile, honestly it’s disappointing you kept this to your self for so long. Men shouldn’t gate-keep so much honestly.

A patronising expression looking down at me, she sat over me and my testicles in her chair.

Claiming the dominance I had willingly gave to her.

She lifted her toes off my testicles, the skin stuck to her feet from the friction. The bottom of my sack stuck to the floor resulting from the heat created by her workout/rest. She lifted both her legs up and landed onto my thighs. Pushing them further down and my groin more apart, bending down her exposed breasts hung down in-front of my face, her nipples just out of reach from of lips. She pounced the top of the skin, and slowly unstuck my sack and balls from her floor. Letting go, allowing them to drop back down.

She then brought her right 4 finders around the side and under my balls, her thumb over the top. And gently persuaded my balls down to the end of the scrotum. Slowly applying pressure. Her fist was mostly closed at this point, at the top (her thumb) brushing against the base of my cock and the start of my sack. And at the bottom (her pinky and ring) resided both my balls, half in her fist and half peaking out.

Her - hmmmm this honestly won’t do. I meed your balls past the end of my pinky. I didn’t think men were this inconsiderate

She said as she rolled her eyes. Then a smirk appeared…

Her - one sec

Brushing her left index finger over my lips, signalling me to keep quite

She opened the bottom of her land, not letting go of the top end. With her other hand she formed a collar above my balls with her thumb and index again. then slowly constructed the hoop forcing my balls into a choke hold.

She slide that hand downwards, my balls in tight suspension centimetres from the floor. She started the PULL..

Her right hand permanently married to my base… and her left keeping a sustained grip, slowing tapering both balls into a gently choke. The gap between the two VERY SLOWLY INCREASING IN LENGTH

My things desperately trying to bring themselves together. Still pinned under her legs. Both her hands tending to her lengthening project.

I felt pain shoot up my pelvis, the tension between my balls and the small strings attaching them to me. My body confused why I’m not being dragged in the same direction by balls are headed, her right hand making sure my body doesn’t COMPENSATE.

I didn’t speak, unable to close my mouth as I let out small breaths, she kept the tension steady. Keeping me on the edge of agony and ecstasy.

She PULLED and PULLED. Not letting tension evade my poor balls, minutes slowly passing by.

Once she thought it’d been long enough, she begun closing her right hand again, I assumed to assess her results. she slowly closed the lower fingers. Making sure not to release the tension she’d build with her left. Her left hand still making a hoop shape slowing past over my balls. Pressed against the rigid rim of her fingers, my balls yielded, its shape flattening against her finer and thumb as they oozed through the narrow opening.

I, still unable to catch my breath, unable to admire her work. My hands gripping her calves. I caught a glimse down between my legs, my balls previously occupied her hands down to the ring and pinky, but now her ring finger was firmly clenched to her palm. Leaving only pinky.

Her - I thought I got further than that

Looking disappointed in the result, she tugged upwards. Letting my know it was time to sit up, I asked for a few minutes to compose myself after what had transpired

She declined.

Surging my balls further upwards. It seemed she was tired of leaning over but wasn’t willing to let go of my sack just yet.

Her - And lose my progress, I think not

Let feet lifter, finally freeing my thighs. My quads sore from trying to close them. I put my hand on her desk for leverage as she “HELPED” my centre off her floor. Her hands not once loosening their grip on them.

Her - move your dick out the way, I want to see them up close.

I held my throbbing cock against my abdomen, she pulled my balls close, my body being able to flow this time. My balls inches from her face. My Birds Eye view being her glorious breasts on either side of my balls in a choke hold. My cock throbbing harder. She notices.

Her - someone’s excited. That’s too bad though… I want my cushions softer.

Part 8