The few square inches of magic situated immediately behind the testicles. Some guys have more than others, but everybody with balls knows this to be a luxurious and highly sensitive region. It is distinct from the full perineum and a little more elegant than the ‘taint.’
This blog features lots of mentions of this area, partly because it is under-appreciated in a lot of porn and sexual art. But getting to know your own ballback and how it appears to others will bring you one step closer to fully knowing your body as well as possible. Grab a mirror (or a camera!) and go check that shit out – it’s beautiful, right?
Nuts, nards, testicles, swingers, no matter what you call them, they are pure, masculine magic . If you can fill out a pouch in that jock with a big pair of nuts, we’re gonna be good friends, you and I. There’s just something so close and intimate about being allowed to grab a guy’s sack – so vulnerable and tender.
For the sake of clarity, the way we talk about balls here includes the primary sex organs of the testes in combination with the secondary sex organ comprising the scrotum. Testicles and scrotum together = balls. Balls is obviously not a scientific term for this part of the body, but fits into our idea of “sex parts” (rather than genitals) as being more useful to describing recreational sexual activity.
In addition to just being beautiful and relatively ignored (compared to their bunk mate Penis, anyway), balls have a long legacy of being directly associated with masculinity, virility, and competence rooted in aggression. You read it here first: as deeply rooted as those ideas might be in our collective consciousness, they aren’t real. Guys with huge nardledangers can be passive subs who need their whole lives governed for them and live only to serve. And guys with teeeeny tiny nuts can be prolific sperminators and corporate CEOs.
There is no meaningful association between gonads and intellect, personality, wealth, or virility. If you’ve got ’em, be glad! If not, that’s cool too.
Ball stretchers are a type of bate or genital enhancement accessories designed to apply constant tension between the bottom of the shaft of the penis and the top of the testicles, stretching out the scrotum. Stretchers are sometimes conflated with scrotal weights, although they are a specific kind of accessory and accomplish a similar goal with force instead of constant downward weight.
While I own several types of ball stretchers, I almost always prefer the sensation of heavy metal weights enhancing the bounce of my nuts while I masturbate.
Similar to scrotal weights, ball stretchers can permanently alter the scrotal and testicular structures when worn regularly for extended periods.
Slang for ‘masturbate.’ Bate is a term you should get very familiar with. Made popular by sites like BateWorld, and superstar masturbators like Proudbator, bate is a colloquial or common-use term found in great quantity on social meida.
Men who engage in bate are bators (or – incorrectly – baters, baiters). The individuated practice of solo masturbation is considered one’s bate (possessive: my bate, his bate, etc).
The wide angle leg spread of prime bate position. This posture is designed to facilitate maximum access to genital areas and maximum exposure for other bators watching. Some bators can manage showing penis, balls, and hole simultaneously with a wide bate spread (sometimes: batespread) and slouched posture, and make their display a key part of their presentation. Others simply find it to be the most comfortable posture in which to penis unencumbered.
Bators are individuals who identify as masturbators, and engage in bate alone or with other bators. It is derived from the term masturbator and is sometimes incorrectly written as bater or baiter.
Bator is also a term of relative endearment and encouragement to other men who identify as masturbators, and may also be used as an adjective to describe status or quality:
Lookin’ good, bator! Masturbate that big bloated bator dong!
See also: I identify as a masturbator
Refers to the multibillion dollar industry dedicated to convincing men that all their fears about their penises are justified, in order to sell those men bizarre and painful devices, pills, or other “methods” and “systems.” These scams promise to improve everything from penile length to ejaculatory volume, and even in some cases physical posture and strength.
I am frequently approached by Big Penis to advertise this kind of shame-reinforcing horror on this blog, and have always flatly refused. If I believed for a single second that someone’s wellbeing or life could be improved by fixating on what some shady off-shore company says is “wrong” with them, I’d be glad to test these things out and tell you what works.
But the truth is, none of it works. There are no tablets that will add inches to your full grown adult flesh, and there are no stretching devices that will give you the heft, aesthetics, or “enhanced pleasure” that you’ve been promised. It isn’t real. That should be entirely apparent because the whole gambit revolves around telling men they are wrong or broken, and that a product or pill will make them whole. To say nothing of the host of spelling, grammar, and medical errors forever related to these products.
Surgery may produce something closer to what one imagines, but almost always comes with consequences, scarring, and bridges you didn’t know you were crossing until you were on the other side.
Learning to understand your body, and to love and experience pride in your penis at any size, is the only way to overcome the shame that Big Penis needs to sell you tools and tinctures that ultimately only cause more frustration and more shame.
What I do – virtually all of it – comes just from a place of love. Sex can be a deep and emotional connection that two people share exclusively with each other. That’s incredible.
But it can also be a physical way of showing a bro that you like and respect him. It doesn’t have to be an entry point to or a punctuator of a love affair. It can live in its own world of “hey dude, I think you’re cool! It feels good to get your dick sucked, doesn’t it? Allow me,” without needing to be more than that. You can love your brother without needing to be IN LOVE with him.
It is not uncommon for this same idea to translate itself into conversational parlance in referring to other men and other masturbators as brothers or bros. Acknowledgement of fraternal connection – this cosmic tether that binds us all through race and geography and time – is an important component of connected bate and of folks who identify as masturbators. Not all bators are into this, but the ones that are find a community of likeminded bros who are excited to welcome them and accept their penises and bodies for just what they are. And communicate that idea through words like “dude,” “bro,” “bruh,” “brother,” and occasionally “dad,” and “grandad.”
The shared, and connected masturbation of two men who both love their penises and want to share that love with others. Buddybate takes a lot of forms, but the best you’ll encounter is the hyper-connected and pleasure-focused type we talk about here. It’s a boon to any friendship to be able to masturbate together, but a sign of something very significant if you can achieve this type of bonding.
Buddybate can be a part of a sexual or romantic relationship, but it can also be an independent activity between close friends. Distinct from just jacking off with somebody, buddybate is punctuated by extended eye contact, physical contact and possibly kissing, mutual masturbation, penis and genital display and encouragement, and is not to be confused with foreplay for penetrative sex.