One of the scenes I wanted in my third Lizzie story was for the main character — who finally has a name: Alex — to feel a man’s hand on his balls. I wanted it to be unexpected but not unwelcome. Here’s how it went:

A couple of unpartnered guys wanted to feel Lizzie squeeze them or slap them, and she obliged, cleaning her hands with sanitizer before and after each one, and then there was a third man. He was big, bigger than me, his hands huge and his gray beard and hair full and thick. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Saul.”

“Hi.” Lizzie cleaned her hands again. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I try?” He waved a hand at me. “On him, I mean?”

Okay, that was unexpected. I’d never had a man’s hand touch my balls, except for my doctor’s. My cock, which was already deflating, fell the rest of the way.

Lizzie and I shared a look, and I gave her the barest hint of a nod. “No kicking,” she said, noting that Saul wore big, heavy black boots.

“Agreed.” He looked carefully at my balls. “I have a male sub who’s interested, and I want to see if I’m into it before I do it on him.”

“That seems fair.” Lizzie patted my thigh. “Open up.”

I took a deep breath and parted my legs. Saul sanitized his hands, and then looked down at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His voice was surprisingly gentle for someone so big and powerful-looking.

“Go for it,” I said, full of false bravado, closing my eyes.

“Here,” Lizzie said. I imagined her taking his hand and placing it on my sore balls. His skin was warm, much warmer than Lizzie’s ever was, and I felt there was enough room in his hand for more than just me. “Try squeezing.”

Saul closed his fingers around my balls and I squirmed. “He’s okay,” Lizzie said. “He’ll use a safeword if he needs to.”

“Good.” There was such confidence in his voice that I almost felt like everything was going to be all right.

It was not. Saul increased the strength of his grip, and he could squeeze harder than Lizzie, hard enough that it felt like my balls might pop. I knew they wouldn’t — well, I hoped they wouldn’t — but I couldn’t hold back a half-groan-half-yell of pain. He let up almost instantly, but once I was breathing more or less normally he squeezed again. “I like the reaction,” he said conversationally. It took me a second to figure out what he meant, but then Lizzie put her hand on my cock and I realized I was getting hard again. “Can I hit him?”

I guessed Lizzie nodded, because Saul let go — my balls were throbbing, but my cock was firm in Lizzie’s grip — and cupped my balls.

The smack was as hard as a punch from Lizzie and I moaned and coughed, but Lizzie stroked my cock slowly through it and my brain started to short-circuit.

Saul spanked my balls again, and then again, and then again, and to my immense surprise I started to feel that tingling.

He gave me one more hard swat, and then Lizzie let go of my cock, which pulsed and ached — though not as much as my balls. Saul massaged my balls with his palm, gave me a quick squeeze, and then took his hands away. “Thank you,” he said. “I really enjoyed that.”

“I think he did too.” Lizzie tapped the head of my cock with one finger and I jumped. “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” 

I felt Saul’s hand on mine and I shook it weakly. “The demo was great,” he said, and I knew he was talking to me. “I couldn’t ever do what you do.”

Then it was just me and Lizzie. She helped me to sit up, and then get to my feet, taking me by the leash. “Come with me,” she said.