Treatng my neighbor

Hey, so this is an old one, i used to live in an apartment building and i found out my neighbor is quite the charmer. He's good-looking, successful, and always seems to have a smile on his face. But what really gets me going is the way he walks - just a little hunched over, like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Little did I know that the weight he's been carrying around is actually between his legs.

I've been watching him for weeks now, ever since I caught a glimpse of him wincing in pain after taking a ball to the nuts. I knew then and there that I had to have him. So, one night, while he was at work, I snuck into his bedroom and left a note on his bedside table that simply read, "Meet me in my room tonight, at midnight. Wear something comfortable."

He showed up right on time, nervously knocking on my door. I let him in and led him straight to my bedroom. Once he was inside, I closed the door and locked it. Then, I slowly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his tight, white briefs. I couldn't help but smile as I squeezed his balls through the fabric.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" I purred, relishing the way he winced in pain. "Just imagine what it'll feel like when I get them out of those tight little briefs." With that, I yanked his briefs down to his ankles, revealing his perfectly round, pale orbs. I reached out and squeezed them hard, feeling the weight of his testicles in my hand. He let out a groan, his cock twitching in anticipation.

I squeezed harder, watching as his face contorted with pain. "Tell me, how long have you been wanting this?" I asked, my voice low and seductive. He managed to force out a response through gritted teeth: "Forever." I grinned, feeling a thrill run through me. "Well, then, let's see how long you can last." And with that, I began to squeeze and twist his balls mercilessly.

He let out a strangled cry, his body tensing as he tried to withstand the agony. His cock stood at full attention, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. "Please," he begged, "I can't take much more." But I knew he was enjoying it just as much as he was suffering.

I continued to squeeze and twist his balls, feeling the warmth of his skin as I did so. My own desire began to build, my heart racing as I imagined the power I had over him. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain I could inflict, but at the same time, I craved the release that came with giving in to our mutual desire.

With a final, brutal squeeze, I released his balls from my grip, watching as he crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. His legs gave out from under him, and he lay there, curled up in a ball, clutching his aching testicles . Despite the agony he must have been in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph course through me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with amusement. He groaned in response, not bothering to look up at me. "I'm sorry, was that too much?" I teased, running my fingers through his sweaty hair. He let out a weak laugh, his breath shuddering in and out. "You're such a masochist," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

I helped him up, guiding him over to the bed. As he sat down, his breathing began to steady, and a slight color crept back into his pale cheeks. "That was... intense," he managed to say between gasps. I smiled and nodded, my heart racing with a mix of desire and power.

Leaning in, I kissed him softly on the lips, my hand finding its way to his crotch. His cock was still hard, and I could feel the heat emanating from it. I stroked him gently, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips. "You're such a dirty boy," I whispered, my other hand finding its way back to his balls. I squeezed them gently, watching as he let out a shuddering breath.

I could feel the tension building between us, the desire for release palpable in the air. I increased the pace of my strokes, my grip on his balls tightening ever so slightly. He arched his back, moaning into my kiss. His hips bucked against my hand, begging for release.

"Please," he whispered hoarsely, "I need you." The word echoed in the room, filling the air with an almost electric charge. I smiled against his lips, my hand moving to his cock, guiding it towards me. He groaned as I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently. I felt his balls draw up tight against his body, preparing to release their load.

My hand moved from his cock, teasing his perineum, before sliding back up to his balls. I squeezed them gently, feeling the weight of his testicles in my hand. He let out a groan, his cock twitching in anticipation.

I squeezed harder, watching as he arched his back, thrusting his hips forward. His cock grew even harder in my hand, leaking pre-cum onto my palm. His moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued to play with his most sensitive parts.

His balls felt like they were ready to burst, and I could feel the tension building in his body. He was so close, so close to release. I released his balls from my grip, only to slide my hand between his legs and tease his perineum again. He let out a sharp cry, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to find some relief.

I leaned in, kissing him passionately as I continued to play with him. My hand moved back up to his cock, stroking it in a tight, rhythmic motion. He thrust his hips forward, meeting my touch with desperate urgency. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, and every nerve ending in his body was on fire.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," I whispered against his lips, my fingers moving faster on his cock. He groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. His body tensed, ready to explode, and then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came. Hot, sticky cum spurted from his cock, landing on my stomach and chest.

I held him close as he rode out the waves of pleasure, my fingers never ceasing their motion. When he finally relaxed, I leaned back, admiring the sight of his spent body. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his hair a messy halo around his flushed face. I reached down and wiped his cum from my skin.

"That was intense," he managed to whisper, his eyes still glassy with arousal.

I smiled down at him, my fingers still gently stroking his softening cock. "I know," I replied, my voice husky. "But I think we both needed that."

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