... Then Served Hot

Carefully, almost tenderly, I let my open palm glide over his colorful, swollen testicles. Lukas seemed to enjoy it very much, judging by the noises he made. He visibly relaxed and let his head sink low onto the table. That was just fine. I didn't want to give him any warning about what I was actually planning. My fingers were itching to crush his sensitive balls and finish him off for good. I felt ahead with my fingertips to find the right position so that I could apply maximum pressure immediately.

To my surprise, it was impossible to grasp both of his balls with one hand. They were really huge things that had also grown beyond their natural size. I was a little envious, but this was tempered by the fact that I remembered what he had had to endure to get them.

So for now, I had to restrict myself to one of his two puppies, which wasn't easy for me. They both seemed equally desirable to me. So I left it to chance and silently counted them off in my mind. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." - It should be the right ball.

His scream echoed off the walls in the small kitchen. I'd been going hard. From zero to one hundred, so to speak. His knees buckled and if he hadn't been lying with his upper body on the table, he wouldn't have been able to hold himself up. I could only guess what he must be feeling and enduring.

I began to loosen my grip a little and then immediately intensified it again by making a kind of pumping motion with my hand. His sack felt like it was filled with gelatine under my fingers, which gave way under pressure and then returned to its original shape of its own accord. Simply fantastic!

It was even better to see the clear, viscous thread running down from the tip of his bulging shaft towards the floor. I felt as if I could almost pump the liquid out of him. What a dirty little pervert Lukas was that it turned him on so much when I squeezed his testicles.

But I had even more up my sleeve. I suddenly let go of him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don't get too excited,” I thought to myself and grinned devilishly. I had discovered a new toy that I really wanted to try out. Hanging on a hook next to the stove was a pan turner made of lime green silicone. I grabbed it while Lukas slowly recovered and wiped the tears from his eyes.

I quickly stood behind him again before he could get the idea to sit up or change his position. Nice and wide legs, yes.

I placed one hand on his backside to stabilize him. With the other, I did a few test swings with the turner. Then I was ready.I swung out and let the tool fly with a sweeping underhand blow.

“ Ooooooooo!”

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