Without any words spoken my scrotum is grasped. Taken into hand, and encircled by the thumb and forefinger. A short pause is taken as my tightened sack is stroked ever so gently. A finger tracing the rings that line the seam along my scrotum. Pulling tighter on my sack I gasp ever so slightly and then feel them snap back to my body.
At A Glance Author rwethereyet Contact rwethereyet@bme.anon IAM rwethereyet When It just happened Artist self Studio home Location in bed My testicles released and no longer feeling the tender trail of a finger tip across them decide to make an escape. Pulling themselves up inside my body. Twisting and contorting, my bag begins to disappear without their presence. Finger then reach up and poke at them, bringing them back down. To again be gripped with an intention of pleasure...if it could be called that.
Fully encircled once more, both testicles held tight, my cock fully erect now hoping for some attention of it's own, but not today, at least not yet anyway. Instead a rope is wrapped around the base of my scrotum. Slowly and with such purpose, two wraps are made, the second much tighter than the first. Then allowing the free tail end of the rope to fall a much tighter wrap is made to take care of any slack that may be present. Looping the tail ends together and cinching the rope tight I feel my balls pull. Their home a mere fraction of the size, to tight now, giving them no room to play, no room to even move for that matter. I feel them, I feel the blood flow change, moving almost to a coolness as a finger trails over top.
Then I feel it, the fingers pulling, pulling at any slack scrotum that might be present, tightening the skin around my nuts. Tugging away, pulling on one side and then the next, resulting in my scrotals standing up on end. No loose skin remaining, the colour is changing with each passing moment. The pink is no longer visible, now a deep purple and blue is present. The little blood vessels in my skin showing so brightly on the surface. Such intricacy inspires such awe and wonder in the fingers that pay so much attention.
Making sure that things are tight.
Making sure that everything is secure.
Making sure that everyone is secure.
Everyone being each of my testicles.Pleased with the way things look, how tight things are, the hands reach to the side of the bed and pick up a package, peel it open and unleash to device. I would call it something else, but I do not know what else to call it. A needle is all it is, while at the same time, I know, I know it will become so much more in the coming minutes.
No words, no voice, the needle is brought before my face, to show me the point, the bevel, the shiny steel tube, and then it is taken away from my face to be shown to my cock. Still hard, so very hard and aching for attention of it's own. It receives some now, but none that it was really searching for. The tip of the needle trailing along at the head, around to the underside it follows the length on my hardness. Not pushing in, not even needing to, for I can feel it, and see it's trail left behind. A line of red, sometimes a drop rises up, other times just a line. So slowly it travels my length, giving the illusion of a larger member, meanwhile the trail shows something a little more real. The rope is met, the trail comes to an end and the needle is lifted from my skin.
Again it is brought before my eyes. Showing me, in order to show me how sharp it is, that no trace, no proof of the trail exists but upon my skin. Then as soon as it could be turned between the fingers before me it is gone again. This time to be pressed against my left nut. My breathing tightens at first contact and the pressure stops. Patient and slow, the hand presses so lightly, not even moving really. I look on as I feel it break the skin, causing my breath to skip a beat, while the pressure is kept. Pressing in with a constant pressure a pressure of my own begins to show, to take shape.
I am not so sure I was entirely prepared for this, but there was no turning back. I did not speak, but maintained a constant visual with what was happening. This hand, the one that so tenderly caressed my balls, tracing them out, now has them tied up and is in the process of inserting a needle into one of my precious little boys.
The pressure was strange. A little like having a nut in a vice, but the pain, well that was the strange part. There really wasn't any pain. I can't say that it didn't hurt, but I felt nothing but a pressure, a constant pressing pressure. As the needle entered deeper into my testicle it never worsened, but remained a constant, nothing more, nothing less.
I watched on in wonder and amazement as the short needle hit it's length. Burying itself half way through my nut it reached it's max, that is when the flow began. At first I was shocked, a almost clear fluid at first and then it changed ever so slightly to a reddish crystal colour dripping out the end of the needle and over the fingertips that were holding the needle still. I didn't know what to make of it, but the hands remained still. Left one holding cock to the side so that the right one could hold the needle inside my nut. I think that because I had trust, and that I had faith in the hands, I think that is why I remained calm, and just watched as drop after drop rose forth out of the needle.
Eventually there was too much to hold onto the fingers and it began to fall to the floor. It was then that the hands began to pass the fluid to me. First to my nose and then to my lips. It was instinct almost that I took it into my mouth. Having the trust I have with these hands, I could think of no reason not to do so. Even now looking back, I have to thank them. For it was like my own ejaculate and at the same time completely different. Sweeter, cleaner, tasting, and a single drop filled my mouth so full of flavour that a full cum shot would have been jealous. The passing of fluid to my mouth went on for about ten or fifteen drops and then it stopped. I wish it would have continued, but it was time to finish it seemed as the needle was being pulled free. Withdrawn from my ball with such slow deliberation that there was a final droplet almost ready to fall from the end of the needle. Instead however, it stayed there, on the end. A final gift for me, the best til l the end as it were, as the needle was brought to my lips. Allowing me to suck from it, my own bodies juices, my own testicular fluid, my own blood.
Looking down I saw it's hole bringing forth a tiny growing drop of blood. The needle taken from my mouth and set aside. I watched in awe as the hands began to take hold of my cock and balls and give them both attention. The right hand stroking my hard cock while the left hand alternated between gripping the left nut and the right nut. Paying extra attention to the hole which now gave up drop after drop of my crimson life fluid, my blood. Still tied up and becoming covered in blood it was strange, I felt it build so quick it was almost without warning when I began to cum. In fact it came so quick that I covered the hands, I covered the rope with my cum. My balls were not even released to cum, then had to push their load through the rope, something I was able to feel all through me.
It was then and only then that the rope was released. Once released a trickle of cum decided that it would come forth as well. Slowly oozing out of my cock. My cum covered, blood smeared cock and balls, a present of sorts, a gift from the hands, from the hands that touch me. The hands that now take into them some of the sticky mess and bring it up to me. An offering for me to sample, a thank you in so many ways. With an open mouth I reach out with my tongue and accept.
After all if you won't eat from your own hands...for they were my hands. It was my own hands that I gave the freedom , to explore, to experiment, to find a new pleasure. Something they have done on so many occasion previous as well. This pleasure is special though. For it takes from the direct source of my cum, of my seed and allows me to take it in it's most purest state.
I guess though, what matters most is that it pleases me to please me.
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Use extreme care and caution when playing with needles around your scrotum for infection spreads quickly in that area.
In other words do not run a needle along your cock and then shove it into your balls.