The flat mate - ball wash

Her - I’ll get started on my end…

There I am, pinned against the cold glass. My balls on the other side of the cold metal strip. My hard cock resting to the right against the glass. I feel her hands cress my taut balls. Her fingers running along them, she grabs ahold of my right ball but I feel it slip out. I then feel my towel rubbing my balls, I can only assume it’s her using my towel to dry the soapy water off. She then continues playing, first grabbing my right but again. Pressing her thumb into it, my left ball hanging in the cool breeze. Her fingers began to pull on the hair of my left nut, the sting of having you hair pulled, especially on you ball sack! While still pressing on the right.

Her - oh someone hasn’t shaved have they?

Her voice sent shocks down my chest, shave? I could hear her rummaging through my bathroom looking for something.

Her - where’s your razor?

I replied I didn’t have one and only had a trimmer.

Her - that’s no fun

She let go of my balls, opened the en-suite and my room door and went to her room. Through the foggy glass I could see the hall, if I could see the hall anyone walking in the hall would see me. With my balls trapped in the shower doors!

I watched the hall for any traffic, it would have been an awkward situation to come across, it felt like and eternity the draft from the hall hitting my balls. I heard a door open. It was hers or someone else in the flat! But to my luck she returned and closed the door. She was holding a can and a razor.

Her - let’s get started, and before you ask, no I’m not that generous. I was going to throw this one out soon but I’ve found one last use for it. Although it might not glide as well as it used to so no sudden movements

She was going to shave my balls with her used razor? She told me to keep them taut to avoid getting cut. I heard my sink turn on, my shower pressure dropped. She cupped her hand and gathered some cold water and splashed it directly on my exposed cashews, the water splattering against the glass. Her cold hands then massaged my balls. The cold water made my jolt a little. My thighs hitting the door from the unexpected shock.

Hot water running on my body while ice cold water splashing my balls. My body wasn’t sure what was going on. She turned the hot water on and poured hot water with her hands onto my cold balls after.

Her - the cold water was just for my amusement

She massaged the hot water over my ball sack, running her fingers around and between my balls. I heard the sound of a shaving foam can, through the glass I could see the can she’d brought with her. She dispensed a large swirl of foam on each ball. Then leaned back to see the view.

Her - (giggling) it’s like whipped cream on nipples, but it’s your balls. If it was cream I’d lick it off. (Licking her lips)

She began massaging the cream onto my balls, the cream created a tingling sensation as she spread it all over my exposed sack on the other side of the glass. After a couple minutes of massaging she gave me light slap upwards to let me know they were ready.

I watched from the foggy glass door her lift up what appeared to me her pink razor, her hand was up high enough for me to make out what she was holding then…

I felt a hard thump against my left ball as her hand came down, the jolt pulled and compressed my left ball as it crashed and slid across the surface of my testicle. For a few seconds there was silence, shed just skinned my left nut, those seconds left like minutes. Wait and waiting for the after shock, immense pain from my skinned scrotum. Blood to start dripping down the glass.

Her - (laughing) you should see your face right now.

She lifted the pink razor up to the glass, inches from my face. And then, slid the razor cover off the blade. A wave of relief washed over my entire body. My ball wasn’t sliced infront of me, my heart still racing. Adrenalin pumping through my veins. I could feel my pulse in my head.

Her - alright this time it’s for real so make sure you stay still.

I asked if I could have some time to cool off from my near ball death experience. She gave me until she was done reapplying the foam she smacked off with the razor. I got all of 30 seconds as she massaged on the new foam.

I felt the cold blade under my right ball, my body was still. She gently glided upwards and let off half way, then the underside of the left. Making her way to the top in a circular pattern around each ball. She shaved the front side facing her. After a while I relaxed a little as she hadn’t cut me yet. Then…

She placed the blade exactly in the middle of each ball, where Everyman has the seam. I’d never shaved before so I never had an issue while trimming. I shouted WAIT

Her - what? (The razor lifting my balls)

I told her about the skin, and the dean in the middle and how it was raised. She took to razor off and ran her index finger along the middle. It felt good was her finger made its way up and down the parting of my balls, grazing both taut balls.

Her - oh this? I would worry just pull a little more so it stretches out.

I insisted I was too risky, she didn’t care. She said it was basically flat anyway and to keep them taut.

Her - stretch as far as you can, shaving in 5,4,3….

She didn’t really care for my pleading, I arched my pelvis and pulled back even more. My balls on the verge of extruding themselves through the magnets gap. She got to one.

The cold blade slowly glided upwards my middle of my scrotum. My legs tensed, waiting for the cold sensation of being cut. But again, I guess I was stretching hard enough, my sack must have felt like I was trying to detach it from my cock.

Her - see, perfect

She was done shaving, I hear the sink running again, she splashes warm water over them, all the shaving foam and water pooling on my bathroom floor.

Once done washing off all the hair and foam. My balls hung outside freshly shaved.

Her - it’s important to exfoliate after shaving.

She instructed me to hand my luffa over the top of the shower door, I obliged. Using my lufa she began scrubbing my nuts against the door. Up and down, circularly, pressing and kneading. It left good, like a massage. Then she got more aggressive with her scrubbing, pressing harder. Her hand applying pressure and the rough texture of the luffa through the taut skin. I could feel the lufa on my balls surface. She scrubbed for a while. My balls felt like they being kneaded like dough.

Her - alright all clean.

After throwing my luffa back over the glass door, she splashed and washed my balls once again. It felt like I was at a car wash at this point. She rubbed and splashed water with her hands until all the soap was off my balls. And finally sat back down on the toilet.

I was standing there, balls freshly shaved and scrubbed. Still trapped and displayed just under the handles of the shower doors.

Her - they came out really nice, how about I take them for a spin…

Part 12