Squeezing Nuts--Oh I'm Sorry Did That Hurt?

(Note Before Reading: I have had to do the ball squeeze several times on men; mostly at places where I go to drink or dance or hang. What I have written below is mainly a fictional story with many of the real parts thrown in from the various times I have had to squeeze nuts. I haven't had to do anything like this for awhile, but a few days ago I decided to write about some of my experiences and put it in a story and that way I could put my feelings and experience and some of the stuff I wished I had done or things I wished I had said at that time. Keeping it in fiction lets me have some fun and allows me to daydream a little of what I'd do to a guy's balls if I were attacked or grabbed again. Thanks for reading!)

I wish I didn’t remember all the gross stupid details, but I do. The smell of beer on his breath, the stupid purple shirt he was wearing, the snake tattoo on his arm, the stupid smirk he had on his face when he grabbed me. Here is what happened to me that night.

I was at a bar, I was coming out of the bathroom, when some guy, who must have been waiting for me, snatched me by my arm and pulled me toward him saying, “Hey, baby you wanna dance?” I said no and tried to continue on my way. But he wouldn’t let go. I told him to stop as loud as I could, but the hallway to the bathroom was a long dark one and no one was around. “Come on, baby. Let’s dance,” he said, putting his other hand on my shoulder and pushed me against the wall. I struggled to break free, but he just smiled at me, like nice try little girl, and began kissing me on the neck. Stop I yelled as loud as I could, in the hopes someone would hear me, but no one was around. Initially I wasn’t super scared because, I thought, okay someone will be coming, but again nothing. How could that be?! Then I thought OMG, he’s going to push me into the bathroom. As I kept trying to break free, I noticed my hand was right next to his crotch area. I didn’t have a good view, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I reached my hand up between his legs. I tried to grab his balls, I say tried, because he was wearing dark jeans, it was dark, so I was just guessing where they might be. At first I was getting a lot of jeans and nothing else. I don’t know if I wasn’t digging my hand in deep enough or not doing it hard enough, or if I thought stupidly his balls would just magically appear in the palm of my hand. Finally, I found something more worthwhile to latch on to. I was lucky because I think he was just drunk enough to think I was playing around with him, I swear I could feel him smile. …(Note to future self: next time don’t play around down there, as I have learned from reading elsewhere, slap hard into the groin, which in theory will stun him long enough for you to find what you are looking for, grab the balls, then squeeze him into oblivion)…

At that point, I didn’t know exactly what I had in my hand, his balls, both balls, just one, his penis, or a whole lot of nothing. But it was now or never. I squeezed as hard as I could, honestly, it didn’t feel like I was doing much, but I must done something right, because he immediately let out a scream. Figuring I must have had hold of at least one of his testicles, I tried to squeeze even harder. Next it seemed like he stood up on the tips of his toes and then arched his mid-section away from me, hoping I think, maybe he could get away from my grasp. It was a half-hearted attempt because my hand didn’t budge. After that, he had a hard time breathing because he wasn’t screaming anymore, he was more like groaning.

At that moment, I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t know if my grasp was good enough, I was certain that whatever hold I had, I was gonna lose it, and then he would start beating the crap out of me. I also thought the initial shock of my hand in his groin would wear off and he would pull my hand away and start pounding away at me. But, none of that happened.

What happened instead, to my surprise, was he leaned into me, his one hand clutched tightly onto my shirt, his head dropped onto my shoulder, his mouth right next to my ear, his upper body leaning into my chest, though his crotch area was trying to lean as far away from me as possible, but again I was holding on steady. His other hand dropped down and placed it on the wrist of the hand that was squeezing his balls. I thought I was done for, I thought he was going to pull my hand away, but he didn’t do anything!! His hand just rested there, his grip very light; like he was just confirming that yes indeed I had him by the balls. I’m not a very strong person, it wouldn’t have taken a lot to yank my hand off of him.

By that point it was obvious he was in a lot of pain. I thought for sure he was going to collapse or fall or something, but he still held onto me for some reason, maybe he thought if he waited long enough that I would let go. And I would have, but I figured if he still had the strength to stand there and hold onto me, that I was still in trouble, and I figured I better not let up on my squeeze, so I didn’t, I just kept my grip hard. (The thing I remember most about this moment, was the fact his head was resting on my shoulder, and his mouth was close to my ear, and I could just hear this continual groaning, moaning, garbled, pain sound… I could see his eyes, they were clenched shut, like he had been caught in a bad storm and was just trying to wait it out.)

Finally, what I’m sure was only seconds, but felt like forever, his knees began to shake, the finger that were clutching my shirt so tightly a second ago, slowly let go, and he began to slip to the floor. I don’t know why I didn’t let go of him, because it was obvious the center of his world was only the incredible pain coming from his balls being crushed, but I was still scared, so as he dropped I dropped down with him, holding onto him until he curled up into a little ball on the floor, which finally broke my grip. He didn’t pass out, he just lay there curled up, both hands holding his groin, making a groaning sound. From my point of view he was still acting like I was still squeezing his nuts. He had no idea I was even there. I’m pretty sure I could have stood there an hour watching him, without him doing anything. I waited a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t going to come back to life. He didn’t. So I got the hell out of there.

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