He has panic attacks when I tie his arms to the table, so I devised this clever rope system to keep his arms restrained while I play with his cock. He’s been denied an orgasm for three days now as punishment for bad behavior, so his cock is happy to be free and experience my touches. I had just finished shaving and washing him, careful not to stimulate too much. “There we go, soft as a baby now, no more itchiness. Your balls are so adorable; they’ve filled out since you’ve not been cumming as much, nice and round. Hey, did you know your dick grew in crooked? Just a little more to the right and it would have been dead center,” I chuckled.
He whines and pushes his pelvis into my hands; I push him down to the table then resume petting his balls with the sides of my fingers with just a little pressure and even downward strokes. I can feel his testicles moving as I push them in the scrotum. God, I love this boy. I love holding his masculinity in my hands and stroking it like a kitten. A bead of pre-cum slides down his shaft. I cup him in my left palm, then press a kiss to the tip of his cock. I hear him gasp and my own member stirs. “Now we can begin.”