Oh, the wonderful, horrible, lovely, agonising, breathtaking, dreadful, beautiful and intensely cruel things these Women do to us! Take our scrotum for instance, our citadel of joy, our slum of dirty talk, our horny nerve centre. Once upon a time a Mistress wrapped a rope round my family jewel box and attached a bucket to the rope. She poured some water in the bucket, which was already rather unpleasant for my boys. But it got worse, because after ten stretching minutes She added more water to the bucket. And more. Man, my balls almost touched my knees! But I praised myself lucky that She didn’t attach weights to my balls this time. The weights in itself are already horrifying, but She loved to kick them about. Ouch!!! They say the feeling of Ball Stretching Weights is totally indescribable. Well, no one’s going to argue with that, that’s for sure.