This reminds of a time in the military where I got into a wrestling match with someone i had no business wrestling. He went for my balls and tried to squeeze. I figured fairs fair and went for his. However, he didn’t really have mine and just had a handful of clothing. I was more fortunate. I actually had his. I felt him squeeze harder but obviously it didn’t hurt. So I squeezed harder. I knew it hurt. He squeezed again. Nothing. I squeezed more. I think he did this one more time before he finally quit. To his credit, he took it well and acted like he wasn’t hurting. But I know damn well it did because of how hard I was squeezing. Oh, I should point out he was my platoon Sargeant and a major asshole. That is the only time in my life I have held a guys balls and I loved every second of it.