O.K. I don't know how you guys got me into this whole ballbusting thing, but here is more of my new fantasy.
Kicking his balls as hard as I possibly could was a great feeling, he curled up and rolled on his side, trying to catch his breath. I fell to the floor myself, I couldn't stop laughing at the sound it made kicking those balls like that.
He quickly got back to his knees, and I knelt in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder, looking deep into his eyes as I examined his sack. It was a handful. It felt hot to the touch, and I could feel both of his testicles in there. If I tried to squeeze them both, one ball would slip out of my grip, I thought that was funny.
I stood up, dancing to the music, then I stood in front of him, ready for round two. I started kicking with a rhythm, alternating my feet with the beat. He liked this, his cock was hard, and it throbbed with my kicks.
I cranked up the stereo, and took off my tank top and continued my workout on his balls. He did not seam impressed by my tiny chest, so I dropped my shorts and panties to the floor, and kicked them to the side. His eyes grew with delight, looking at me standing naked in front of him.
I walked to the kitchen and got a couple of zip ties, and my big scissors. I walked back over to my boy, let him feel the heavy chrome steel as I knelt back in front of him, then set them aside.
"Up" I said, gently lifting his balls with the palm of my hand. He stood in front of me, his entire package just inches in front of my face.
Later...