Ball Fantasy: The Ball Duo is Born

Two people meet with a great interest in Balls.  The story will go 
on, but just like the popular "normal" stuff, I'd like feedback for 
encouragement.  So read, enjoy, and write....

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Ball Fantasy:  The Ball Duo is Born!

Balls, they have always seemed like a fantasy to me.  You've got low 
hanging ones, short stumpy ones, thick ones that look like they've 
grown together, and those wide mid-level hangers, which look almost 
too small for the sac.  It doesn't matter what they look like, 
they've always been a fantasy to me.

In college, I was able to fulfill my 'ball fantasy' with art 
classes.  The instructor said, "Draw something you know, draw 
something you think about, draw something that grabs your 
imagination."  So, I did… I drew balls.  I drew them in every shape 
I could think of.  I drew them with hair, without hair, sucked up 
tight from an erection and hanging low without the erection.  My 
professor always complained that I had natural talent, but should 
draw something other than balls.  But nothing seemed to interest me 
like balls.

It was about this time that I met a fellow art student named Jim.  
We got to know each other and I believe his initial attraction was 
to my balls.  I mean, my pictures of balls.  I had never had a set 
of my own.  I mean, like all young girls, I had held balls in my 
hands and claimed them as mine forever with a severe threat of 
keeping them should the young stud ever stray.  But, they always 
strayed, I moved on, and found more balls to claim.  But Jim was 
very interested in my ball drawings.

It was along about mid-semester and we were hanging in art class 
alone when Jim asked me if I ever thought about taking some balls.  
I smiled and recited my previous threats to boyfriends, but he 
corrected me.  

"No," he stammered with a smile.  "I mean have you ever really 
thought about taking a guys balls?  You know cutting them off, 
putting them in bronze or something?"

"No," I declared.  "I don't want to go to jail for attacking some 
guy.  I mean this is sick.  I just draw them.  Who'd want to have 
their balls cut off anyway?"

"There's lot's of guys out there willing.  Meet me at my dorm room 
and I'll show you on the computer.  Be there about 8:00pm or so."  
He smiled and left the room without waiting for an answer.

Great, I thought.  Now I've got a guy wanting me to participate in 
some bondage fantasy of his.  All I fantasize about is what shape 
the next guy I'm sleeping with balls will be.  Now it seemed like 
Jim, who had always enjoyed my work, would try to come onto me.  I 
decided to go anyway.

8:00 pm rolled around quicker than I realized and I showed up five 
minutes late.   "I thought you weren't coming," he complained as he 
opened the door.

"I wasn't, but your damn line has been busy.  I was stuck at the art 
room and working on some projects and kept calling you."  I had 
actually only changed my mind at about 7:45, but it still would have 
been nice to be able to call.

"Sorry, I was already online.  Look," he said pointing at a page 
full of adds.

I sat down and began reading the lines.  They went anywhere from 
begging a mistress to cut off the guy's balls, to begging anyone, 
male or female, to do it.  "Are these guys serious?" I stuttered 
out.

"Yeah, and there's a few of them here near the campus too," he 
leaned over and pointed at the screen.  It was then that I noticed a 
large erection behind his blue jeans.

"Does the idea of these guys having their balls cut off turn you on 
or is it me?" I asked with a smile and expecting him to say me.

"God, you noticed," he almost seemed to shout as he stepped away 
from the screen.  "I've always been like this.  The idea of cutting 
off some guy's balls just gets me so worked up, I can't control 
myself."

That did it for me.  Not only was this guy not going to come onto 
me, but also he was turned on to the idea of cutting another guy's 
balls off.  He was one of the castration freaks I had heard about 
before.  I moved to leave the room.

"No, wait," he said stepping between the door and me.  "You don't 
understand.  I think you're great.  I'm what you would consider 
mildly bi-sexual."

"Mildly?"  I crossed my arms and looked at him.  "You can be mildly 
retarded, but I seriously doubt you are mildly bi-sexual.  You 
either like cock and pussy, or you don't."

He smiled,  "Well, I've always wondered what it would be like to 
castrate a guy with a girl.  That's what I mean.  Isn't it a little 
weird to want to cut off a guy's balls with a girl?"

"No different than a girl drawing pictures of balls all her life," 
we both laughed and it was agreed we'd meet this guy and see about 
taking care of his ball needs.

To be continued:  Next time, the meeting, the discussion, the plan. 
 Then follow the third and final installment (maybe) with our Ball 
Duo making the cut.   It'll be a 'ball'!