Playing with my balls is one of my favorite pastimes. Over the years I have stretched my sac a couple of inches, play-pierced my balls innumerable times, and enjoyed many hours of carrying around weights hanging from them. And that is what led to the event I am about to describe.

Whenever I have a day at home I like to be nude with a weight hanging from my nuts. I usually carry two to five pounds swinging from a loop of cotton rope around my scrotum. I try to balance the amount of weight with the length of time I wear it so as to avoid permanent injury. I must admit that over the years I have pushed the envelope farther and farther, keeping the weight on until my scrotum turns deep purple and edging towards black – but I love the feeling!

One day I decided that it was time to do my tax report and to tune my car up in preparation for its biennial smog check. I figured to start early and get both chores done with plenty of time to make my hot date that evening. Of course, I didn’t want to waste the time, either, so I hung a 3 pound weight on my balls and set to work on the taxes. Because I was seated, it seemed that the weight was not having its usual effect, so I doubled it and snugged the rope up a bit to ensure that the loop did not slip off. I wanted my sac to be a nice, shiny purple before I took the loop off in preparation for my date. This felt better, and I returned to my calculations.

Wouldn’t you know it, the tax report took longer than I expected, so when I finally finished I skipped lunch and went immediately to my garage to get the car work done. This is a task that I rather enjoy, so I do as much of it myself as my abilities will allow. Several hours later I wrapped that job up, made an entry in the maintenance record that I keep in the car, stepped out and closed the door in preparation for going for a shower. Only I couldn’t move! The rope holding my ball weight was caught in the car door – apparently as I stepped out the weight swung at just the perfect time to be caught by the closing door! And I didn’t feel a thing. I quickly freed myself and removed the loop and weight, then gave my scrotum a close examination. It was a dull black!

In my concentration that busy day I had neglected to periodically check my sac and had left too much weight on too long. I squeezed my nuts and found that I still had feeling in them, but my sac was completely dead. There was nothing left to do then but let nature take its course, so I showered, dressed and went to my date. As it turned out, the lighting was soft, the night was warm, and she was hot! She never noticed and I didn’t say anything, and we had a ball that night! At home the next morning I re-examined myself and, yes, there was no question but that my poor sac had been severely - perhaps fatally - damaged by having so much weight on it for so long. My balls seemed to work ok, so I resigned myself to just seeing how it all turned out.

By two days after this experience I was noticing an odor from my scrotum and some of the skin was sloughing off (it was still black). In fact, I imagined that I was seeing small fissures developing where the loop had encircled my sac. That was when the unexpected happened again. The doorbell rang when I had just finished showering and was still in my bathrobe. When I opened the door it was my date – she wanted a repeat of that first get together, and she wanted it NOW! To emphasize her point she reached inside my robe, grabbed me by my balls and pulled. And my sac came off in her hand! I don’t know who was the more surprised, but she quickly recovered, dropped down to her knees and took a good look. What she saw was my nuts hanging loose between my legs with nothing but the cords to hold them.

I do not know what I really expected from her, but she decided that was pretty cool. Because the flesh of my sac had been strangled there was no bleeding, and because she had stripped my sac away there was no further putrefaction. Between us we succeeded in suturing the raw edges of what had been my scrotum together, but we left my nuts hanging outside. We have both enjoyed playing with my balls as a preliminary to lovemaking, but I do not permit her to suck them – too much chance for a very nasty infection. And I do have to maintain a very clean environment for them. So far I have not suffered any ill effects, but I must admit to wondering how long I will be able to retain testicular function, and even the balls themselves. I have decided that I will just continue to have fun until they fall off!